I Dare You Chapters 23 and 24

I Dare You by GH Lawrence

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

While Mom and I went at it, the other folks were having plenty of fun, too, as Danny later told me. After Bobby shot his load in his mother's pussy, Jill and my two siblings had a threesome on the on the wet bar. Lying on the counter, Jill licked Lisa's pussy while Danny banged his sister doggy-style. After she had a couple of orgasms, he pulled his cock out of her and blew his wad in Jill's mouth.

Meanwhile, back in the guest house, Mom and I were putting that mirror to very good use. She was riding me, facing toward me - - which, as I needn't tell you, is the very best position for a breast man. You can squeeze them, suck them, or just lie there and watch them bounce while the girl does her thing. Even if your partner's rack isn't very big, the view is still hot. If she's stacked, it's heaven.

Indeed it was. Mom was churning her pussy up and down my cock at a steady gait and I was squeezing her enormous tits as they heaved up and down mightily. She was facing the mirror and relishing the view.

"Oh, god, that is so fucking hot, Billy," she said, gazing at herself as she continued to hump me and I fondled her rack. "Ya, squeeze them, honey. Don't take your hands off them. I don't know why the sight of my own tits turns me on so much."

"Makes two of us," I said, massaging her huge, firm cups.

"Look at that, honey, it's unbelievable," she said, nodding toward the mirror.

Mom's fucking had pushed me slightly beyond the edge of the bed, so I simply relaxed my neck and let my head fall backward. It wasn't comfortable, but it was worth it: there we were in the mirror. Or rather, there was Mom's flawless, massively-endowed body lunging up and down on mine. Mentally righting the inverted image, I could see only the shadowed base of my shaft as her beaver moved up and down on it.

That part, believe it or not, was incidental. The real show was her rack, and what a fucking show it was. There my hands were, kneading them like bread dough while she watched and sneered lasciviously. She put her hands over mine to encourage them - - as if I needed more motivation.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked, smiling proudly.

"Mmm-hmm," I said, gazing into the mirror.

"That's what every man in town wants to see."

"What, they want to watch their wives in the mirror like this?"

"No, silly, they want see me like this while they fuck me. Every straight man in town fantasizes about me bouncing on top of him with his cock in my pussy and his hands on my tits." Then her hands gently pulled mine off her melons. "They want to see this, too. Try not to come when I do it," she warned. Then, still clasping my hands in hers, she arched her back. That may not sound dramatic, but holy fuck. Her huge tits, which rode high and forward to begin with, now thrust off her ribcage in a feat of gravity-defying wonder. Their beautiful teardrop form suddenly transformed into two giant torpedoes launching from her body. She smiled proudly.

"Oh, my god, Mom," I said. "Oh, my fucking god."

"Nice, eh?" she said. "You're not going to come, are you?"

"Miraculously, no," I said. Our eyes met in the mirror.

"Good. Seeing myself in action has given me an idea. There's something I want to show you."

"Mom, your body is all the visual stimulation I need." Getting off me and standing beside the bed, she glanced down at her mathematically impossible figure and then grinned at me.

"You silly. Trust me, you're going to like this." She knelt down and pulled a shoebox from underneath the bed. Inside it was an unlabeled video tape cassette. I liked where this was going.

"Whatchya got there?" I asked.

"Can't you guess, sweetheart?" she asked, taking the tape in hand.

"We're going to watch a porno movie while we fuck." Holy shit. My cock, still diamond-hard, practically started buzzing. "You are not only the hottest woman on the planet, you're also the coolest. What are we going to see?" She walked over to the big cherry armoire by the window, her monster rack jiggling.

"This is a piece of classic Swedish erotica, an oldie but a very, very goody. When I was nineteen, my boyfriend and I would watch this in his dorm room in Stockholm. Of course, that was before the days of VCRs," she added, sliding the tape into the Panasonic unit under the 27-inch TV. "Sven had a crummy old film projector, which we'd point at the wall. The sound was terrible, but we didn't care."

She pressed the play button on the VCR and turned on the TV. From the level of hiss coming from the speaker, I knew she had turned the volume up loud. The picture tube warmed up and the leader on the tape gave way to a copyright warning just as some cheesy sitar music started blaring. This was old, alright.

The title was in Swedish. "What does that mean?" I asked.

"The Mile-High Club."

"Awesome. I love airplanes."

"I do, too. The first scene is the best. A girl and a guy meet on a flight and decide to fuck right then and there. Then this gorgeous stewardess comes up and sees what they're doing. But instead of making them stop, she takes off her clothes and joins in. They have this incredible threesome right in front of the other passengers."

The scene opened with travelers boarding a flight. The movie was shot on film, naturally, not videotape. After some stock footage of a 727 taking off, we met the main characters, who were seated in the last row of first class. The guy was in his early twenties and decently handsome. The girl, a brunette, looked about the same age. She had that wonderful Euroslut thing going, with long fake lashes and dark rouge. Her nose was tiny and pert, as was her chin. From the curve under her brown pullover, she looked like a nice, medium C cup.

"Do you like her?" Mom asked, snuggling up behind me on the bed. She reached around and stroked my dick casually.

"Yeah, she's cute."

"You'll really like the stewardess. She's blond and has big tits."

"As big as yours?"

"Not nearly, but she's got a great rack, trust me. And the guy has a nice cock on him. Nothing like you, honey." In true porn fashion, the guy and girl starting kissing and taking off their clothes after knowing each other for about 90 seconds. The girl pulled out the guy's dick and went down on it. Once he was up at full mast, I saw that Mom was right. He was a good eight inches and fairly thick.

"Those two didn't waste any time," I said.

"Mmm, no," Mom said, stroking me harder. "Oooh, look at her suck that cock, Billy."

"I know, she's really into it. And she's almost as good as you are."

"I'm going to suck your big boy in a minute." We kept watching. While Mom jacked my tool, I fingered her pussy, gently circuiting her labia with my middle finger.

The screen couple was way ahead of us, of course. The girl, now topless, yanked off her skirt and bent over so the guy could lick her from behind. After a couple of minutes, he saddled up behind her. Looked like it was time for the main event already.

"Oooh, watch, he's about to fuck her," Mom said.

He put his rod inside her and they got moving. There were lots of close-ups of the penetration, which seemed to turn Mom on as much as it did me. We also saw occasional shots of the shocked fellow passengers, who looked way too respectable for a porn flick.

"Would you fuck me on a plane like that, right in front of other people?" Mom asked.

"Hell, yes. And none of the men on the flight would blame me." The girl was one of those barking kind of screamers; she panted and yelped as the guy serviced her with mounting vigor. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand the filthy dialogue, but I had learned enough Swedish at least to know that knulla mig meant "fuck me." "When does the stewardess show up?"

"In just a few seconds." Indeed, a statuesque, leggy Nordic blonde in a short blue skirt and a white blouse that was far too tight for any airline regulation soon stopped in the aisle beside the amorous pair. Speaking of a pair, Mom was right about the flight attendant. She had a big, thrusting chest - - about a DD, it appeared - - and was showing a voluptuous bulge of natural-looking cleavage under her blouse.

Mom must have felt the sudden throb in my big cock. "Mmmm, I told you you'd like her. Look at those big, beautiful jugs."

"She's hot," I said. "I can't wait to see her get fucked. Hell, I can't even wait to see her naked." As if the brilliant cinematographer knew what I wanted to see, there was a pulse-pounding close-up of the blonde's deep cleavage as she stood watching the couple.

Then the frame moved up to her face.

I felt my body go limp and the blood drain out of my face. The room started to revolve slowly. I gaped idiotically at the beautiful porn actress on the TV.

It was Mom.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

"Holy shit," I whispered. "Holy fucking shit."

Mom was grinning at me with mischievous pride. "That's right, honey," she said. "Your mother has been in porno movies. Your mother has had sex with men in front of a camera for money."

"Holy fucking shit."

"I was nineteen. I only did three movies. Then I met your father and came to the U.S. with him. He thought I was just a model. He had no idea that I was the hottest thing in Swedish porn at the time. He still doesn't know. This, of course, will have to be our secret, Billy." On the screen, Mom had doffed her skirt and was working on her blouse. Her cleavage shimmied with each undone button.

We watched in silence for a few minutes as, in the movie, Mom got totally naked while the guy fucked the brunette. Mom's tits were very big back then, mind you, but they were nothing compared to their current glory. Her hips weren't as shapely, either.

"Okay, Billy, here's what we're going to do. In just a minute the guy in the movie is going to start fucking me. I want you to do exactly what he does." She stroked my rigid shaft.

"Deal." The dude pulled his cock out of the brunette, took a look at Mom, gulped, and craned down to suck her big right tit. Following his lead, I cupped her massive right globe in my hand and went to work on it.

"Mmm, ya, Billy, that's it." While sucking, I kept my eyes on the screen. The guy moved over to Mom's left tit and I did the same. "Oh, Billy, you're so much better than he was. This is going to be a great fuck." Then it was her turn. In the movie, she knelt down in the aisle and took the guy's dick in her mouth. Seeing herself do this, Mom motioned for me to stand, then dropped to her knees and inhaled my pole. She evidently remembered her on-screen technique very precisely, because she mimicked it without even looking - - bob for bob, gulp for gulp. She and her screen self moaned in stereo. Fantastic. She deep-throated me, then came shallow, then went epiglottal again. The blowjob was a long one, so I started worrying I wouldn't last.

Just then, however, it was time to return the favor. In the film, Mom lifted the armrest between two seats, lay down, and spread her legs. The guy stuck his face between them and drove his tongue into her cunt. He was very horny. So was I, so I pushed Mom onto her back on the bed and dove in. The guy's technique was pretty mediocre - - he hastily flicked his tongue directly on her clit instead of teasing her - - so besting him was no problem. While the screen Mom merely mewed and grimaced, the live Mom moaned and winced and sucked her breath in hissing gasps. Feverishly, she yanked on my hair.

"Get ready, honey, he's about to slide his cock into me," she said.

Sure enough, the guy was ready for the main event. In the movie, Mom got up on a seat and the guy saddled up to bang her doggy-style. Live, Mom got on all fours at the edge of the bed and I stood behind her. Then there was a great insert shot, filmed from underneath, of his cock disappearing into her and her big tits swaying. I found her canal and matched his progress. Our balls nestled against her clit simultaneously.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," the movie Mom moaned.

"OHHHHHHH!" cried the live version. The guy pumped slowly at first, and so did I while Mom and I watched the screen. "Oooh, ya, fuck me, Billy. Fuck me just like he does. Oh, god, Billy, your dick is so big and you're so good with it. Ya, baby, give it to me."

"I'm better than he was, aren't I"

"Oh, ya, honey, and believe me, he was great. I wasn't faking it in that scene. I loved every minute of it." The guy picked up the tempo and I matched him. The bed started lurching and Mom's giant breasts flailed back and forth. "Ungh, ya, Billy, give it to me," she whimpered, looking back at me and scrunching her face in pained pleasure. As I continued to pump my cock in and out of her, I ran my hands along her beautiful back and gripped her firmly by the waist. Mom looked over at our reflection in the mirror I followed her gaze.

"God, we are such a hot couple. Look at our beautiful bodies pleasing each other. Ya, honey, slide your big dick all the way in and out so I can see it. Oooh, ya, that's it. And look at my big rack bouncing."

"I know. Watching us in the mirror is even hotter than watching the movie."

"I wish you and I could be in a porno movie together," she said.

"People would pay a lot of money to watch us fuck." The guy got tired or something. He pulled out and sat on a seat across the aisle with his big dick in the air. Mom got up, stepped across him, and sat on his lap facing away from him. I pulled out of her and quickly sat on the edge of the bed. Mom straddled me facing the mirror and lowered herself onto my cock just as a tight close-up showed her pussy engulfing the guy's rod onscreen.

"Oooooh, yeah, baby," I groaned. "Slide up and down on it." She did, slowly. Onscreen, the sight of her big tits heaving was fantastic. I leaned sideways so I could see the same thing live in the mirror. Her mammoth bust line was bounding up and down so hard that I felt it only polite to reach up and steady the globes with helping hands. The guy did the same.

"Oh, Billy, this is so much better than it was in the movie. So much fucking better." She kept bouncing and we both moaned. "He's about to come," Mom said, looking at the screen. "Are you almost there, honey?"

"Not quite. Sorry."

"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay. You can watch him shoot his load on me and then you can do it."

"Where does he do it?"

"On my face. But there isn't much." On the TV, Mom hastily rose up off the guy and he stood. She sat down and he planted his cock in front of her face and wanked furiously. Mom looked up and him and licked her lips.

That did it. As his jacking became even more frantic, a meek white spritz of semen flew out and landed on her chin. A few drops followed, most of them missing her face completely. The guy kept jerking, but his tank was dry.

"That's it? He fucked a woman like you and that's the best he could do?" I asked.

"I told you," Mom said.

"Honey, I'm gonna show you a real cumshot. I'm about to give you the biggest fucking cumshot of your life."

"Billy, sweetheart, you couldn't possibly have any left."

"Let's find out," I moaned. I was very close.

"Then spray it on me right by the mirror," she said, rising up off me.

After she switched off the TV and VCR, we trotted over to the mirror and she sat down facing toward it at a slight angle. "Fuck my tits and then come all over me while I watch," she intoned. I got on my knees between her open legs and starting fucking her tits as ordered. She held them together. "Ooh, ya, honey, fuck them. Fuck my massive tits, Billy." She sneered up at me. "You'd better deliver, you bastard. I'm watching us in the mirror."

I was getting close. "Don't worry, honey, your big tits always do it for me."

"What about my big tits?" a voice asked. It was Jill, who was standing in the doorway wearing her pink camisole and panties. "Do they do it for you?"

Mom and I looked at her. "I'm sure they do," Mom said, "but he's fucking mine right now. And believe me," she continued, looking down at her jugs, "they're more than enough for him."

"We’ll just see about that," Jill said indignantly, raising her arms to strip off the camisole. Her breasts leaped out of it and bounced youthfully against each other. She came over to us and sat down beside Mom. "The real question is," she said, "Does Billy have what it takes to fuck both our racks at the same time?"

"How?" I asked. Then I vaguely remembering seeing it done in an episode of Treasure Chests in which a guy gets busy with his wife and a gorgeous flight attendant in an airplane bathroom.

"His cock is certainly big enough," Mom said.

Jill had evidently seen the same issue of Treasure Chests. Snuggling up close to my left side, she cupped her hands under her tits. "Here, honey, let me get my big girls in there," she said to me. Still on my knees, I took a small step to my right and was now drilling Mom's milk jugs from a slight angle. Jill scooted even closer and brought her own treasure chest right into the action.

"Oh, goodness," Mom said, realizing what Jill intended. Mom relaxed her grip on her own rack slightly and allowed Jill's big right tit to come in between them and press against my cock. Jill then pressed her left tit against Mom's right one, firming up their grip on my shaft.

God almighty. It was so hot, I felt a trembling rush of sexual frenzy nearly overtake me but I fought it off. I felt my eyes widen and my mouth fall open. I was fucking both their racks at the same time.

"Oh, my god," I said. "Oh, my fucking god!"

"See, I knew we could do it, Claudia," Jill said. They looked at each other and smiled.

"And I knew Billy could do it, too," Mom said, looking up at me. "How does it feel to have your cock in paradise, honey?" I looked down at her and gave her an air kiss and a macho sneer.

Then the three of us looked down at the ungodly action. My huge, throbbing helmet was playing peek-a-boo between their snuggled melons, popping up and then disappearing again as I pumped up and down with my hips. Technically, I was only making direct contact with three of the four breasts, but it didn't matter. Jill periodically switched over, pressing her other huge tit into the fray. Each incredible mammary was getting a piece of my big, long dick - - and vice-versa.

"Jesus, Billy, does that feel as good as it looks?" Jill asked, entranced.

"Oh, fuck, yeah. You ladies are loving this, too." They certainly were, smiling and moaning in a state of exhilaration I hadn't heard before as they watched my cock slide up and down.

"Ooooh, ya, do it to them. Fuck our big racks, honey," Mom said. "Good lord, look at that big cock!"

"I know, what a sight," Jill said, gazing in horny fascination. "Don't stop, Billy! Fuck our tits! Oh! Oh, god, yes!"

"You girls like this?" I asked. "You like feeling my big, hard dick between your tits?"

"You know the answer to that," Mom said, gazing at the action. "We like watching it, too. Ooooh, ya, honey, pump it up and down. Mmm, that's it. Don't stop until you blow your wad."

Jill leaned in closer, pressing her big left tank even harder into Mom's beauties and my raging monster, whose head was now sliding up and down more or less equidistant from their faces, as the three of us kept watching. Jill licked her lips and Mom moaned. I had never seen or felt anything like it. I've never seen or felt anything like it since.

Jill read my mind. "It's a dream come true, isn't it, Billy?" she said, looking up at me and smiling.

"Ya, I hope you're enjoying this, honey," Mom said, "because for a breast man like you, this is as good as it will ever fucking get!"

"I know," I moaned.

"Billy, two huge chests like these deserve a nice big load," Mom said, still watching my dong. "Do you think you can muster up one more?"

"He'd better," Jill said. "If tits this big can't do the job, nothing can."

"Ladies," I said, steadying myself by putting a hand on each of their shoulders, "I think you're going to get what you want."

"What I want is another big load of your cum all over my face," Mom said.

"Me, too," Jill chimed in. "You've got your work cut out for you this time." She looked down at the action. "C'mon, honey, aren't these tits enough for you?"

"God, yes," I said. "But frankly, I'm in no hurry."

"We're not either, honey," Mom said, leering at me.

We kept at it for a few more minutes, then I got some quick blowjob service. Mom took my glans in her mouth for about 10 seconds, then Jill. Then Mom again, over and over. They fought over my cock like two little girls grappling for the last Popsicle in the freezer. Then my cock went back into their mutual cleavage and the final double tit-fuck began.

"It won't be long now, ladies," I cautioned them.

"We're ready whenever you are, sweetheart," Mom said, then she wagged her tongue at me.

"Is it going to be a big load, Billy?" Jill asked, sneering up at me again.

"Oh, yeah, baby, don't you worry. I'm gonna take my cock in my hand and soak both your fucking faces."

"Mmmmmm, good," Mom purred.

"You girls really like to watch jism squirt out of a cock, don't you?" "Ya, but only a long, thick cock like yours that comes in quarts," Mom said.

Oh, fuck. For the first time, I wondered if I was actually going to get over stimulated and choke completely. Considering the situation - - my gorgeous mother and cousin were letting me rub my penis on their enormous breasts while we talked dirty to each other - - it would have been understandable. Just then, however, I felt the first warning tingle.

"Oh, ladies, any minute now," I said, stepping up my pace just a little.

"Ya, Billy, do it all over us," Mom encouraged. "Fuck our tits, honey. Fuck our tits with your big dick like no man ever has."

"Or will again, probably," Jill said, staring at the lewd peek-a-boo action again.

Then they both looked up at me again. "Getting close, girls," I announced. "Get ready. I'm gonna spray a load all over both of your gorgeous faces."

"Do it, baby," Mom said. "Come on, stop teasing us." More tingles. Down the final stretch I went.

"Ohhhh. Ohhhhh," I moaned shamelessly, looking right into Mom's eyes. "Ohhhh. Oh, fuck, Mom, I'm gonna come. OHHHH." My hips went into orgasmic autopilot, slowing down and giving their tits a series of long, grinding final strokes.

"Oh, fuck, he is coming," Jill said, tensing.

"Ya, his balls are rumbling under my tits. Do it, honey! Squirt it!" Mom yelled. Then both women, as if on cue, stuck out their tongues like they were saying "ahhh" for a doctor. Holy Christ.

There I was, tit-fucking my beautiful, big-breasted mother and cousin simultaneously. It was the hottest thing I had ever done in my life - - and I would soon prove it. "I'm coming," I groaned, rolling my eyes back in my head. "Oh, fuck! Oh, god, girls, HERE IT FUCKING COMES!"

"Ya, do it, Billy!" Mom said, cupping her huge rack against my cousin's and watching my 11-inch beefstick slide up and down between them.

"Ungggggh." My balls surged and a thick blast of cum spouted three feet into the air between the two women. It was like watching Old Faithful blow a column of steamy water into the sky.

"Woooooo!" the two busty babes cheered in unison as that first tower of semen came raining back down on their melons. It was a massive stream, even for me, splattering lines and puddles of white syrup across the combined acreage of their chests.

Then I took my big cock in my hand and aimed it at Mom's face. A long, coiling salvo sailed completely over her head and landed a good five feet away.

"Oh my god, Billy!" Jill shouted.

"No, honey!" Mom exclaimed. "On me, baby, on me!"

"I know," I moaned, and she got what she wanted. "Ungh." I draped a huge strand all the way across her face diagonally from left side of her jaw to the right edge of her hairline.

"Mmm, ya," she cooed, giggling and glancing at herself in the mirror.

"Oh." I pivoted my cannon and gave Jill a thick jet right on the tip of her nose. It splattered across her left cheek.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Argh." A blast into Mom's right eye.

"Ungh." Jill's chin. It was such a big squirt that it dripped onto her tits in three long strings.

"Oh." A Bernini-like fountain of semen arced out of my penis and splattered across Mom's upper lip.

"Ungh." One for Jill in the same place. "Oh." Mom again. "Argh." Jill. "Ooh, yeah." Mom. "Ungh." Jill.

"Jesus Christ, Billy," Jill said.

Then I got truly shameless and deliberately poured a stream onto the bridge of Mom's nose. It splashed into both eyes and ran down over her cheeks.

"Ungh." Another. "Oh." Another. "Ungh." Another.

"Oh, ya, honey, soak me!" Yes, Ma'am. "Ungh." Another.

"Ungh." I draped a stream of dick-syrup across Jill's forehead.

"Argh." Another, on her chin. "Ungh." Another. Jesus fucking Christ, I had painted their faces white.

Finally - - finally - - my nuts ran dry and the last of my wad flowed out in a steady stream. Mom reached up and gripped my cock. As she pumped her fist up and down it, the three of us watched my cum spew out over her hand.

"Ooooh, yeah, jack it, Mom. Jack out all the cum."

"Oh my god, Billy," she said, looking at herself in the mirror again and laughing. "Oh good lord, honey."

"I have never seen anyone shoot a load that big," Jill said, following Mom's gaze. "Not even you or Danny or Bobby. God, you really did like that tit-fuck, didn't you?"

"That, and the striptease," I said. And Mom's porno flick. "I came so hard, my balls are aching." I lay back on the carpet and watched them lick the cum off each other.

Whenever their mouths drew close to each other, they paused to kiss. After each kiss, strings of cum stretched between them like sticky, white saliva.

Both of these women loved the taste of cum, mind you, but this time there was just too much. Mom finally got up and found a bath towel in a closet drawer. She wiped Jill's face and tits with it and then Jill returned the favor.

"God, I just love squeezing your tits, Claudia," she said, sponging the last of my load off Mom's cantaloupes. "It's like I'm squeezing my own. What did you say your bra size is? 38G?"

"Ya," Mom said proudly.

"Okay," I interrupted, "I don't understand this whole bra sizing business. "With tits that big, wouldn't both of you be at least a forty-four?" Mom and Jill looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's educate the poor boy," Mom said.

"Delighted," Jill said. "Billy, honey, you're gonna like this."