I Dare You Chapters 15 and 16

I Dare You by GH Lawrence

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The doorbell rang around five. Mom was taking a nap and I had been thinking about paying her a visit. Danny and Lisa were loafing by the pool. I opened the front door.

There, in a chocolate-brown catsuit stretched snugly over a set of curves that scoffed at the laws of physics and would have made Raquel Welch choke on a rice cake, stood Mom. Or, at least, I thought it was Mom for just a second.

Her face radiated the same chiselled, long-boned beauty as Mom's. Her cheekbones were a little more pronounced, but her chin wasn't as pointed. Her skin was like polished marble, its coppery hue a good two shades darker than Mom's, as were all her features. Her big, brown eyes glistened smartly and her burnished brows carried a bewitching natural arch highlighted by expert pencilling. Her full lips were ruddy with a fashionable fall color. Her hair, a chestnut-brown with streaks of blond woven into it, stopped a couple of inches above her shoulders in tousled, sexy layers. She simply looked like Mom with a pulse-pounding infusion of Latin blood.

Then there was her body. She had Mom's exact height and frame. She had Mom's everything else, too. Her tits were every bit as massive, and racked up in that catsuit, with a big oval opening across the décolletage, they looked even bigger, bulging out over the fabric like two titanic eggs and thrusting proudly off her ribcage. She was showing about two inches of cleavage between those huge melons and looked like she had about two miles more.

Jesus Christ, what a bombshell. I had always believed no other woman in the world was built as incredibly as my mother. Suddenly it made sense that only a very close relative could match her.

"I see they've got your attention," the woman said, smiling, arching her back slightly and making her mammoth breasts practically jump into my face, jiggling and bouncing firmly against each other. "Are they as big as your Mom's?"

I finally snapped out of my rude trance. "Huh? Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

"Oh, that's okay," she said. "I'm Jill, your mother's cousin. Let me guess - - you're Billy."

"Yes."

"Well, then, we're cousins, too! Oh, it's so good to see you!" she beamed, throwing her arms around my neck. "I haven't seen you since you were little!" Her huge, firm breasts pressed against me as my hands encircled her trim waist.

Behind her stood a handsome teen boy about my age. Our eyes met and he smiled at me knowingly, very knowingly.

Jill leaned back and brought one hand up to my face. "God, you're just as cute as Claudia said. Is your brother this gorgeous?"

"No, he's the ugly one, and he's a little sensitive about it."

"Cute and funny! I love you already! I haven't seen you since you were about five, so you probably don't even know me, do you?"

"I think I'd remember," I said, glancing down her body.

"Mmm, naughty boy," she cooed, grinning. She kissed me on the cheek and then gestured to the young man behind her. "This is my son Bobby." He and I shook hands. His grip was like iron but his eyes twinkled with sincerity.

"Great to meet you," he said, manly and easygoing.

"Likewise," I said, stepping back and gesturing them into the house.

"Nice place," he said as Jill set her leather purse on an end table in the foyer and glanced around. I checked out her ass. It was fantastic: voluptuous and firm like Mom's, but more heart-shaped. I barely heard Bobby say, "You and your brother are becoming local legends." Then a bell went off in my head. He was the star defensive back over at Caswell. Great speed, amazing hands. Quarterbacks feared him and most wouldn't throw to his side of the field. We were scheduled to play Caswell at the end of the season.

"I knew I knew you from somewhere," I said. "You're good."

"He certainly is," Jill said, smiling and taking one of his hands in hers. "Where's the rest of your sexy family, Billy? Let's have a drink." I showed them to the living room and then headed to the kitchen to get Jill a gin and tonic and Bobby a Heineken. Jill's incredible figure and mischievous smile had left me a little nervous, so I poured myself a scotch and water. Sipping it, I chuckled. Dad would have gone into an apoplectic rage, had he seen me drinking alcohol. In some wealthy families, fathers granted their kids a certain privileged, laissez-faire leeway. But not my father. I guffawed. Finding out that his wife was having sex with their children would have pissed him off, too.

I took the drinks to the living room and found Jill alone, browsing the family photos on the mantle. "Thank you, Billy," she said as I handed her the cocktail. "Bobby went to round up your brother and sister, and I was studying your portraits to figure out when you and your brother became such hunks. Looks like it was about the same time Bobby did," she said, scrutinizing a snapshot taken during the previous season of Danny and me in our practice uniforms.

"Sort of like you and Mom," I said. "I'd bet both of you ceased being mere mortal females about the same time."

"I know, isn't your mother gorgeous?"

"So are you, Jill."

"Oh, Billy, you're a charmer, aren't you? I can see how Claudia can't resist you. I don't think I could either, not that I'd even want to." Then came the smile again, subtle and smoldering, like the exquisite frontispiece to some clever, sexy book I hadn't read yet. Jill had more in common with my mother than a beautiful face and a gargantuan, gravity-defying rack, I realized. She was a smart, self-aware woman, and nothing escaped her attention.

"I'll go up and get Mom in a minute," I said.

"First give me the tour, honey."

"You've never been here?"

"Of course I have, but I want you to show it to me again." She slipped her arm around mine and I led her up from the living room and down the long side hall.

"The library," I announced, sliding open one of the two heavy oak doors on the left. I snapped on the light switch and the room glowed warmly with sconce light and polished cherry paneling.

"Mmm, nice," Jill said, gazing up into the open second floor, where a railed walkway rimmed the towering stacks. "Is this where you and Danny bring your girlfriends to help them with their homework?"

"Yep."

"I bet you do."

We continued down the hall to a more modern door on the right. "The projection room," I said, opening it. The private theater, with its 14-foot screen and three rows of plush red seats, sat dark and lifeless.

"What a beautiful movie theater," she said. "I bet you bring your girlfriends here, too."

"Sure do. The back row is really comfy."

We moved farther down the long hall and I showed her the two guest bedrooms. We kept going, chatting along the way. The scotch had steadied my nerves. More than once, I glanced nonchalantly down at her massive chest as she was talking. Then she said something that got my full attention.

"You know, Billy, your mother told me all about what you naughty kids have been doing today."

"Oh, yeah? Pretty crazy, eh?"

"It is. But it's also totally hot." Then she moved her face past mine and brought her lips to my ear. "Bobby's been fucking me for months," she whispered.

"Holy shit," I said. "Do you feel weird about it?"

"Not a bit. I love it. It's just sex, you know. Fantastic, earth-moving sex."

"Did Mom give you details about today?"

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded slowly. "She told me how incredible you and Danny are. She told me how you plunged your big cocks into her pussy and pounded her through the bed. She said you even gave it to her up the ass." Jesus. I faced her and circled her narrow waist with my arms. She draped her arms around my neck and we kissed briefly, sweetly, no tongue yet. "Ooh, you have nice hands, Billy. Let's finish the tour." She slipped out of my embrace casually and I wondered if she was just going to be a tease.

We walked down the hall to the last and nicest room, the cozy master study. It had overstuffed furniture and a stone fireplace imported from a castle in Wales. The door was ajar and I peeked in. Danny and Lisa were there.

Jill was a couple of steps behind me and hadn't looked into the room yet. I turned to stall her. "Now, Jill," I said, "are you sure you have no problem with what's been going on here today?"

"Of course I'm sure, sweetie. I think it's hot."

"Okay," I concluded, "then I guess you won't mind this." I swung the door open and we looked inside the room together.

Danny and Lisa were naked on the brown mohair sofa. He was sprawled back over one arm of it and she was feverishly - - and noisily - - sucking his big cock.

I heard Jill draw a short, excited breath. "Oh, my goodness. Oh, my lord, what have we here?" she said, revelling.

"Well, it looks like my sister Lisa is giving my twin brother Danny a blowjob." Lisa, who had been deep-throating Danny quite nicely when we first looked in, slowly drew her mouth back up his shaft. Jill gasped again.

"Look at the size of that huge cock! Claudia told me you were both monsters, but I figured she was exaggerating."

"Hardly."

"Mmm, are you that big, too, Billy?"

"Mine's even longer."

"Jesus Christ, honey. You boys really are as well-hung as Bobby." Danny's big dick wasn't the only body part in the room attracting rapt stares. He looked at Jill's enormous tits and his jaw fell open.

"Jesus!" he said.

"Hi, Danny, I'm Jill."

"Uh, hi. I'm really sorry about this. We should have locked the door."

"Are you kidding?" Jill asked. "You two are one incredible sight."

Lisa finally pulled her lips all the way off Danny's huge shaft. "Hi, Jill," she said sheepishly, wiping saliva off her lips. "I guess this looks pretty crazy to you."

"Lisa, believe me, the only thing I feel for you right now is envy. Get back to work, girl! Suck that big thing!" Lisa inhaled Danny's dong once more, and the wet, smacking sounds recommenced.

"I'm hurt that they started a session without me," I said.

"I'm sure Lisa will make it up to you," Jill replied. "She looks very capable. God, what a body. Long legs, huge breasts, perfect skin. And look at that face - - just as beautiful as her mother. Lisa, you are so gorgeous!" Beaming, Lisa looked at Jill and pulled her lips off Danny's thick, throbbing rod again. My brother stared at Jill's outrageous body and groaned lustily. I knew just how he felt.

"Thanks, Jill," Lisa said, "but you're the gorgeous one. You and Mom are so perfect! Look at those tits!"

"Well, honey, you might be interested to know that my breasts were about the size of yours when I was your age."

"Cool, there's still hope for me! I could be a goddess like Mom and Jill!"

"You're already a knockout," Jill said. "It was only after I gave birth to Bobby that I grew this gigantic rack." I peered down over her shoulder as she brought her hands up and cupped them under her titanic globes. She pressed them together and her cleavage swelled up out of her catsuit. My 11-inch cock sprang to its raging full fury and I pressed it against her shapely ass. She arched her back and leaned against me. "Oooh, Billy, feels like you're enjoying the view." I wasn't the only one.

"Jesus, look at those," Lisa marveled, still staring.

But the person most moved by Jill's figure was Danny. No sooner had she squeezed her tits together than he let out a guttural grunt and bucked his hips. Lisa moved to wrap her lips around his cock again, but before she could make it, his first thick, white column of cum erupted, spouting a good foot and a half straight up and splattering all over her nose and chin.

Jill gasped and I felt her body tense, almost as if she were quietly orgasming, too. "Oh, god, he's coming," she said. "Mmm, look at all that cream. Bobby comes in quarts, too. I love it when he pulls his cock out of my pussy and sprays it all over my big boobs." Jesus, were she and Mom twins? Lisa hungrily slid her lips up and down Danny's pole as he groaned and panted and lifted his ass completely off the sofa again and again. Lisa moaned and gulped. Several lines of gooey jism ran down his cock like melted cake frosting.

"God, look at that girl swallow," Jill said.

While Jill and I watched Lisa lick his tool clean, I cupped my hands under Jill's massive tits. Through the thin material of the catsuit, I could tell they were just as firm as Mom's.

"Mmm," Jill cooed. "Your brother just shot a monster load in your sister's mouth." Seething through her teeth, she reached back to grasp my hips. She was very excited.

"Oh, Sis, that was so fuckin' good," Danny moaned, still flexing his hips instinctively.

"You sure came quick that time," Lisa said. "I was hoping you'd fuck me." I had to see Jill's tits. I reached up and undid the two neck clasps of her catsuit, then I unzipped it down the back. I pulled it off her shoulders and the material fell down to the shelf of her tanks, where it was stretched tight. Clutching at the soft fabric again, I peeled it down off her enormous rack. Her tits shimmied against each other and finally sprang free.

"Fuuuuuck," Danny said, gaping.

They were almost as spectacular as Mom's - - which is quite an admission on my part. In fact, they were almost identical to Mom's. Jill's nipples and aureoles were darker, not surprisingly, and her tits rode provocatively close together. Otherwise, she was a mammary clone of Claudia, sporting a pair of massive, firm globes whose springy jiggle and faint teardrop shape would have made even the most breast-obsessed fantasy comic book animators shake their heads in awe and disbelief.

"What do you think?" Jill asked, cupping her hands under them. "Incredible, aren't they? Just like your mom's." I had to get my hands on them. The rest of her catsuit could wait. Still gaping down over her shoulder, I hastily fondled her huge cups and rolled my index fingers around her hard nipples. They quickly got harder.

"Mmmmmm, you have great hands, Billy," she said as I kissed her neck just below the ear.

Now we were the couple to watch, and we had Lisa and Danny's undivided attention. When I glanced at him, his eyes were transfixed by Jill's bare melons. His cock was already semi-erect again.

Jill was looking at him, too. "Ooh, Danny," she said, "looks like you're already on the rebound. I can't wait to watch you slide that big boy into your sister's pussy and fuck her brains out." What delightful filth. I stuck my tongue in Jill's ear and she mewed with pleasure. Lisa jacked Danny's growing cock.

"I think I can help get him back to full mast," Jill said. "I'll be right back," she whispered to me, then she strutted over to the sofa.

From behind her, I marveled at the outer rims of her massive tits as they swayed heavily from side to side. My cock strained against my pant leg.

"Here, Danny," Jill said, "I'm going to rub my tits on your big cock." She knelt in front of him and pressed her globes together. Over her shoulders, I could see Danny's eyes widen hypnotically as he bucked his hips up and down.

I walked over to the sofa to get a closer look. Danny's shaft was already long, thick and raging as he pumped it between Jill's jiggling whoppers. Her nipples were hard, too. She grinned at him with sexual evil as she made her chest lurch up and down along his pole. Lucky bastard.

"Oh, yeah, honey, fuck them," she said. "Fuck my big tits. Oh, that big, long thing makes them feel so good. Oh, baby, do them!" She was clearly very good at tit-fucking, pinning Danny's glans between her tanks for extra friction and even getting his balls into the action with a double tit-massage on each upstroke of his throbbing dick.

"Go for it, Danny!" Lisa cheered. "Bang her tits! Jesus, they're so fucking big!"

"Yeah, honey, keep going!" Jill said, moaning. "Ooh, yeah, pump your big boy up and down between my tanks." My cock was about to rip through my pants like broadsword, so I quickly yanked off my clothes. Getting naked in a room full of people was starting to feel perfectly natural. My big tool stuck straight out at its full eleven inches. I pointed it right at Jill's face.

"Suck it," I commanded.

She turned her head and gasped. Then she eagerly took my shaft in her mouth. I felt a hard, wet tug on my glans as her sensual lips ventured halfway down my shaft without the slightest hesitation. She gulped loudly and looked up at me.

"Mmm, yeah, suck my cock, honey. Take more of it." She did, while she pressed her huge, thrusting tits together and Danny rubbed his cock on her nipples. Lisa reclined into the far corner of the sofa and spread her legs wide. She leered at me as she drove her right index finger into her pussy and cupped her other hand under her big left breast.

"Ungh," she moaned. "Watching you guys is getting me so hot."

"Join the party, Sis," Danny said, panting. "Come over her and let me eat your gorgeous pussy." On her knees, she made her way across the sofa and stepped over him. She thrust her beaver into his face and he began licking her pink vulva.

Jill disgorged my meat for a second. "Oh, yeah, lick her, Danny," she said. "Put your tongue in her pussy while I suck your brother's cock." Then she got busy on me again, more loudly than ever. My jaw fell open as she stretched hers wide and went all the way down to my balls, my glans probing her throat like a fiber optic cable of flesh. The room was palpably humid with body vapor and the chorus of moans grew louder.

Suddenly, Jill took her lips off my cock and stood up. It was my first full-on look at her tits. God almighty, they were massive. They were easily the size of Mom's, and they even rode like hers: two huge, firm, roundish teardrops, wide and full under the nipples, that thrust provocatively off her chest. Like Mom, she would have appeared hopelessly top-heavy had it not been for a pair of very curvaceous hips. She looked down at my big, hard dick and then up at me.

"Billy, get me naked and fuck me with that thing."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

God. Grasping her catsuit, I tugged it down over her full hips. Then with a rough yank I pulled it and her black panties down onto her thighs. Like Mom's, her beaver was big and neatly trimmed. It was the same light brown as the hair on her head. I leaned down to plant a quick, horny kiss on it as I pulled her catsuit down over her long legs - - Jesus, even her knees were gorgeous - - and down to her ankles. She lifted her feet and I slipped her suede boots off. Then she stepped out of her suit.

I stood up and faced her. The natural line of cleavage between her tanks was unbelievable. I craned down and sucked them. Her nipples seemed a little larger in my mouth than Mom's. I felt her hand wrap around my big dong and nuzzle it against her forest. She stroked me feverishly and then pulled my mouth off her tits.

"C'mon, bang me," she said. "I'm so horny." Just then, Lisa let out a cry of pleasure. Jill and I turned to see Danny's cock disappearing into her pussy as she settled onto his lap. Moaning, she thrust her big tits into his face and he sucked them.

"Oh, yeah, Danny!" Lisa exclaimed. "Oh, god, I'm riding your cock! Jesus, you're stretching my pussy open!" No kidding. Her lips were pink and taut as they ventured gingerly up and down his veiny flagpole. She didn't ease herself all the way down onto his thighs, of course, because her pussy could only take about eight inches.

"Do it, you two!" Jill said. "Fill her with that big tool, Danny!" Panting with anticipation, she sat down on the sofa beside Lisa and bent her legs back high and wide. She reached down and held her pussy open with both hands as I took position in front of her and got ready to give her eleven inches. Her tits shimmied and bounced against each other. I couldn't wait to spray a load of cum all over them.

She looked down and wrapped one hand around my shaft to get it inside her sooner. Her pussy was beautiful. It was small for her frame and almost unnaturally youthful - - not as pink as Mom's, mind you, but close.

"Oh, yeah, sweetheart," she moaned, "Hurry, honey, slide that monster into me."

"Baby, I'm going to pound your pussy through the wall."

"Do it, Billy! Do me just like Bobby does. Now! FUCK ME!"

As if the mention of his name had commanded his return, Bobby walked into the room. What a sight we must have been to him: Danny and Lisa were bouncing and moaning, their naked bodies entangled like twisted ropes and his giant cock mauling her love canal. Even crazier, there I was, about to fuck his horny bombshell mother, who sat on the sofa with her enormous breasts out for the world to see and her ankles over her head, begging me to ram my frighteningly large penis into her.

"Christ, you people didn't take long to get down to business," he said, surveying the carnage.

"Hi," Lisa said between moans, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Why don't you join us?"

"Yeah, honey, you're just in time," Jill said. "You haven't been out there fucking Claudia, have you?"

"I couldn't find her," he said, undoing his belt. "Jesus, you guys have cocks as big as mine." Stripping off his jeans and shirt, he looked at me and then said, "Wait, Billy, don't fuck her just yet. Let me show you how she likes it." By then he was naked and as hard as granite. He wasn't lying about the size of his cock. It was a monster, every bit as big as mine. Damn. His balls were boulders, too. Well, at least he wouldn't be able to shoot the kind of fire hydrant loads that my brother had been spraying all over Mom and Lisa. Nobody else could do that, I quietly assured myself. Nobody.

Bobby wasn't lying about his cock, and, as I realized a few seconds later, Jill hadn't been lying about what she had been doing with him. As my siblings and I watched, agape, Bobby politely motioned me to step aside, then he got between his beautiful mother's legs and plunged his huge cock into her pussy without another word.

"Ungh! OH! OH, YEAH, BOBBY, DO ME! FUCK ME HARD AND FAST!" Holy Christ, Bobby was fucking his own mother. I couldn't believe it. It was so real, so raw, so twisted. Jill looked down past her heaving cantaloupes at his massive pole sliding in and out of her beaver at a fast, horny clip and then grinned up at her son. Not only was he fucking his own mother, but she was loving every minute of it.

"Ooh - - ooh - - ooh - - mmm - - mmm - - ungh - - yeah - - oh - -  oh - - oh - - " she moaned with his thrusts, her tempo matched by the loud slaps of his big nuts against her ass. "Oh, yeah, Bobby, do me! Show these two studs how to please my pussy good! Just leave some for them, okay?"

"Okay, mom," he grunted, reaching with both hands to squeeze her melons greedily. She liked that. Her own hands found his and kept them there.

I truly was a voyeur. Fucking my own mother was one thing. Watching some other guy fuck his mother was an entirely different experience. And given the uncanny resemblances, not only between Jill and Mom but also between Danny, Bobby and me, it was almost like I was watching myself fuck Mom. Jesus. Somebody should make a movie of this, I thought, chewing on the idea for a few seconds. The depraved sexual vocabulary of Bobby and Jill was reminiscent of my own family, too.

"Oh, yeah, Mom, that feels so fucking good," Bobby said as he pumped his dong in and out of her.

"Mmm, honey, I know," she said, gazing down at his pole as it disappeared into her crotch on a firm downstroke. "Your big dick always takes my pussy to heaven. Oh, fuck me, baby! OH!"

"God, your pussy is always so fucking tight."

"Give me every inch! Pump it all the way in and out. That's it. Oh, yeah, your balls are banging against my ass!" Jesus, they had been fucking nearly every day - - usually three or four times a day, I would later find out - - and yet they were still this horny for each other. Now that was desire. Seeing that I was momentarily without a partner, Lisa swung around on Danny's lap to ride him reverse-cowgirl. Moaning from the impalement she was giving herself, she motioned me over and leaned forward to slide her lips around my shaft. Fantastic. Nevertheless, my attention was transfixed by Bobby and Jill.

"This is how she likes it," he said to me. "Fast and hard, right from the start. Give her pussy deep strokes, all the way in to your balls. Then swivel and grind your hips a little before you pull it back out." Jill whimpered with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you, honey?" Bobby asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned, wincing.

"Oh, my lord, what is going on here?" It was Mom.

Still thrusting my cock into Lisa's hungry mouth, I twisted my head around to see.

Whoa. Mom was standing in the doorway dressed in a pair of camel-colored riding pants that ranged snugly over her big hips, where both hands were planted. But the pants were nothing compared to the top, a form-fitting white cotton pullover that strained at the seams around the massive rise of her twin Mount Everests. When my eyes finally reached her face, I noticed she was staring right at my ass.

Then she looked to the side, probably at the sight of Bobby's huge dick splitting Jill's pussy open. She licked her lips. Bobby's pumping momentarily stopped as he and Jill looked at Mom. Danny and Lisa, however, went right on fucking and sucking and moaning. Animals.

"Hi, Claudia," Jill said, giggling.

"Oh, my god, Jill, you really are fucking him," Mom said, strolling toward the couple. "God, what a sight. Bobby with his shaft buried to the balls in his own mother's pussy."

"I'm sorry, Claudia, we shouldn't have started so soon," Jill said.

"Oh, no, it's okay. Mmm, Bobby, pull your cock out of her for a second so I can see how big it is." He did. "Lord! It's just like Billy and Danny's! My god, it's huge!" She reached down and stroked it fondly. "Mmm, hard as a rock."

"Oh, that feels good," Bobby said. "It's eleven inches, Aunt Claudia."

"Yeah, it only was only ten when Bobby and I first started fucking last summer," Jill said. "It's already grown an inch."

"Jesus, Bobby, your cock is going to be a foot long by the time you graduate," Mom said. "Same goes for my big boys. Here, honey, slide it back into her." She pointed Bobby's glans into Jill's pussy and he drove it home.

"OH!" Jill moaned at the top of her lungs. Bobby started fucking her again.

"Bobby is showing me how to fuck Jill the way she likes it," I said.

"Really?" Mom asked. Just then Lisa had an orgasm, gasping and shrieking as Danny lifted his hips and sent a final hard thrust up into her cunt. Her big tits quaked frantically.

"OH! YES, DANNY! YES! AHHHHH! OH!"

"Well, way to go, you two," Mom said. Then, continuing her conversation with me, "Well, I'm a firm believer in the value of education. So while Bobby shows you how to fuck Jill, I want you to show him how to fuck me."

"Then take off all your clothes," I said.

"Ooh, everything?" she teased, unzipping her pants. Her tone was suddenly one of mock innocence. This was not the same woman I'd been fucking all day - - or so she wanted me to think. I had the feeling I was going to have to work for the pussy this time.

"Yes, everything."

"A young man your age isn't supposed to see his mother naked, you know." With a sultry swivel of her hips, she slid her riding pants down over her thighs. Her panties were lacy, white high-cut numbers. She paused, bending at the waist with her tits practically bursting out of her top, her hands holding her pants up just above the knee.

She looked up at me. "Are you sure about this, Billy?"

What fun. "Yes," I said. "I want you buck naked so I can suck your tits while I slide my cock into your pussy."

"Oh, lord, Billy! No, we can't do that! It's crazy! What a terrible thing to suggest."

"Don't you want this big thing?" I asked, stroking my rod.

"Oh, god, ya," she confessed, kicking her pants off her bare feet. "I mean no, of course not. Listen, you're already seeing too much of me, so this is all you're going to get." With that, she peeled her top up over her flat stomach, her sexy navel, then over her lower chest, where her ribcage was faintly visible as she arched her back. Then, with a marked second effort, she stretched the fabric up over her monumental bust line, which lurched and heaved maddeningly as she yanked the garment over her head and tossed it aside. Her tits were harnessed by a white lace bra that matched the panties. The huge cups covered most of her equipment in an intricate floral pattern, and her cleavage was mesmerizing, a tight, dark chasm between breasts the size of party balloons.

"Goodness, Billy, looks like you like what you see." No kidding. My cock was so rigid, it was almost pointing straight up.

Her pretend embarrassment was fabulous. Had she studied acting at Julliard or learned the method from Lee Strasberg or something? I didn't care. I loved it.

"Listen, honey," she said apologetically, "I just can't show you anymore. I'm your mother. I shouldn't even be seeing your penis like that."

"Oh, yeah? What about them?" I gestured toward Bobby and Jill. She was whimpering and beseeching him to fuck her brains out as her globes flailed. Between their legs, his thick pole drilled up and down in her pussy and her juice was running down over her bouncing ass onto the sofa.

"Well, sweetheart, what they're doing is just crazy, absolutely crazy. Only a truly depraved mother would have sex with her own son. Goodness, the damage she's doing to him."

"I just hope he doesn't damage her pussy with that huge cock," I said.

"Oh, Billy, don't say things like that. I can't believe the language you're using. Now if you've finished ogling my figure, I'm going to put my clothes back on. It's chilly in here."

"I could warm you up, baby."

"Billy, really!" The indignation practically surged out over the floor at her feet. Eat your heart out, Meryl Streep.

"Hurry up, get naked so we can get busy," I said, stroking my rod harder than ever.

"Billy, I'm not listening to you. Obviously, something terrible has happened to make you say such disgusting things to your own mother. You don't really want to have sex with me, do you, honey?" She sounded like Barbara Billingsley but looked like a Russ Meyer wet dream.

I nodded. She put her fists on her hips and glared at my throbbing cock.

"Oh, young boys and their hormones," she said sympathetically. "Poor baby, my voluptuous body must drive you wild." I nodded again. "Okay, sweetheart, let's try this. Would you like to see my breasts? I'm sure you would, you stare at them all the time. I think when you see them bare, you'll get the release you need." She looked at my big dick again. "Oh, my, I shouldn't be doing this." She reached behind her back for a second, then she very shyly and matter-of-factly pulled the bra straps off her shoulders. Her cleavage began to spill out like floodwater behind a crumbling dam.

"Are you ready, sweetheart? You just go ahead and have your orgasm. Don't be embarrassed to do it right in front of me. Here, look at these." She pulled the cups down off her rack, which sprang out and settled with a quick, symmetrical jiggle that I could practically hear. They were so massive, yet they thrust virtually straight out. And they were very, very real.

I gulped and bore down on my cock. I wasn't anywhere close to shooting my load, and didn't want to be, but this little scenario was just too much fun. Meanwhile, Barbara Billingsley was getting ballsy. She gently cupped her hands under her melons and pressed them together. "There, honey, look at them. Aren't they lovely? And they're so huge, I can't even see my feet. Take a good look, because we can never do this again." I pumped my shaft. "Come on, honey, aren't you getting close?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said.

"Oh, honey, doesn't the sight of my big, bare bust line do it for you?"

"Oh, yeah," I moaned. "Oh, yeah."

"Any other man in town would kill to see what I'm showing you," she said.

"You kidding? Any man on the planet," I said.

"Oh, honey, that's sweet of you to say. Come on, dear, have a nice, big orgasm. Just go ahead." She framed her hands around their side slopes, her thumbs up this time, and pressed them together. Jesus. My balls throbbed. I glanced down at my cock, which was pointing up at my face.

"Oh, honey, you're so excited," she said. "You've got to be getting close. Come on, look up here at them again. Look at my - - here, I'll even use a naughty word just for you. Look at my tits, Billy. Look at my big, bare tits." Mrs. Billingsley! I grinned at her and she smiled back, breaking through the mock tension. Fine actress that she was, she even let a tiny trace of lewdness creep into her expression, then wiped it away.

"Believe me, honey, I've heard all the names," she said, "most of them spoken in reference to my own chest. Knockers, hooters, bazooms, jugs, boobs, ta-tas, gazongas, you name it. Just yesterday a man told me what an awesome rack I have. Oh, you like that word, don't you? Do you like my big rack, you naughty boy? Do you like staring at it while you masturbate?" I gulped and nodded.

"You like it when I say naughty things, too, don't you? Come on, honey, please have your orgasm so we can stop this! We shouldn't be doing this!"

"Take off your panties and get on the rug," I said. "I'm gonna fuck you!"

"Billy, that's absurd! You're lucky I'm even showing you my chest, you horny little thing! Now jack that big cock and come!"

"Mother, such language!"

"Oh, you like that, you pervert? You like your half-naked mother to say filthy things? Fine. Jack it, Billy!" She emphasized every word with feigned indignation. "Jack your big dick! You must be proud of that monster! Jack it until you come! Shoot your load, Billy! Squirt a big wad of cum right in front of me!"

"You really wanna see that, Mom?" "Of course n - - oh, ya, sweetheart, I can't wait to see your big balls blow a huge load of juice out of that massive tool!" She winced as if the obscene words were searing her throat on the way out. Give this woman an Oscar.

"Oh, baby, I'm getting a little closer," I groaned. "Keep squeezing those big tits, Mom." With the body language of sheer frustration, she did as I asked, like a jaded porn goddess going through the motions.

"Billy, please have an orgasm!" she begged. "Isn't this enough, showing you my big breasts and saying all these nasty things to you?"

"Oh, yeah, it's great," I said.

I kept right on wanking. "Okay, Billy, fine," she pronounced, incensed. "I'm going to make your twisted little fantasy come true, and boy, are you going to feel guilty afterward. First, I need to get these off." Huffing, she reached down and slipped off her panties and kicked them to the side like a prizefighter tossing his warm-up robe. Her fists went to her hips again. "Okay, I'm buck naked. Now fuck me."

"Oh, yeah!" I let go of my dick and bolted over to her. I cupped my hands under her heaving tits and frantically leaned down to suck them.

"Oh, ya, Billy, suck my big tits, you pervert. Mmm, you like that, don't you? Well, you're going to like it a lot more when you slide your big dick into my pussy and have your way with me. Come on, honey, let's do it. Let's start fucking. I just hope you know how."

"Oh, Mom, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, they'll feel it in China."

"Fine, whatever," she said. "Where did you say you wanted me? On the rug?" She lay down on the bearskin in front of the hearth and spread her legs. Her tits widened on her chest but still rose off it like two round, snowy peaks high in the Alps. She stroked her pussy perfunctorily. "Ooh, Billy, honey, I'm ready. My pussy's ready for your big dick and I want you to give me a good, hot fuck. Come on, honey, fuck me. Fuck your mother. Suck my big tits while you pound my pussy. You said you wanted to do that. You aren't chickening out, are you?" I looked at her. The fury, the indignation were so intense, they could only be a colossal bluff. I knew right where this wonderful, silly parlor drama was leading, and I was ready to play it to the hilt.

I got down and mounted her. Immediately, her steely expression gave way to horror and I felt two firm hands push against my chest.

"Oh, wait, Billy, no," she sputtered. "I didn't think you'd actually - - "

"What's matter, baby? Chickening out?"

"Billy, please, I didn't really - - "

"Come on, Mom, don't you want to feel my big tool pump in and out of your pussy?" We both looked down. My massive cock hovered over her beaver like a jungle cat waiting to pounce.

Her eyes bulged. "Oh, my lord, Billy! It's so big!"

"I know you want it, Mom. Think how good your pussy will feel when I slide my big dick into you all the way to my balls!"

"Oh, honey, I know - - I mean, no, that's crazy! Billy, please get off me! I'm serious! Billy!" I wrapped one hand around my dick and got ready to take her home. I lowered my hips and my glans was poised to spear her slot. We both looked down again. "No, Billy, don't!" she pleaded. "Don't fuck me! Sweetheart, please, I'm your mother. Don't slide your cock into my pussy! I know it would be fantastic for both of us, but it's wrong!"

"That makes it even better, Mom," I said. "Now get ready to get fucked." With that, I slid my tool into her.

"Oh, Jesus, Billy, your cock is huge! It's too big! Stop!" She reached down and tried to keep my hips from lowering, but it was useless. Then she exploded in a room-rattling moan and I smiled down at her.

"Good, eh?"

"Oh, yes, honey! YES, OH! OH! JESUS CHRIST! OH, BILLY, STOP WHILE YOU STILL CAN! PLEASE!"

"Give it up, lady." I gave her pussy the last few inches and felt my nuts come to rest against her buns.

Panting, she looked down at the action again. "Oh, my lord, it's all the way in."

"You've never had this much cock, have you?" I asked.

Biting her lip, she shook her head.

"God, no wonder your pussy is so fucking tight." I shifted my weight and gave her a little side-to-side action. She moaned. Then she looked down again.

"Oh, Billy, now you've done it. You've slid your big dick into my pussy, you bastard. It's too late to stop now. So what are you waiting for?" She bucked her hips. "FUCK ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! PUT YOUR COCK WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS AND GIVE ME THE BEST FUCK I'VE EVER HAD! WITH A DICK THAT BIG, IT SHOULDN'T BE TOO TOUGH!" I started pumping it in and out of her with long, firm strokes. She moaned and sneered lewdly at me as she lifted her pelvis to meet my thrusts. Her monstrous mountains began to lurch up and down.

"YA, THAT'S IT BILLY, DO ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK! FUCK ME! OH! OH! YA, POUND ME! HARDER! SUCK MY TITS, TOO!"