Porntastic Adventure Chapter 1

Porntastic Adventure by dellagordo

CHAPTER ONE

Part 1

When Andy Wilson turned eighteen, he did two things that he had dreamed of doing for years. Andy was a shy, bookish young man in wire-rim glasses, easily embarrassed and prone to making a fool of himself around girls his own age. He'd never seen a nude woman in person before, and as soon as he was old enough, he and his friend Rodney Fenster hopped into Andy's beat up Ford sedan and sped two towns over to the Gilded Lily, an upscale strip club that maintained a small section for eighteen to twenty year olds. That night, Andy saw a dozen writhing, voluptuous women, bare to his burning gaze, and each fold and curve, projection and recession, each tanned breast and perky nipple, each neatly trimmed pussy and flexing, muscular thigh, was etched indelibly in young Andy's mind.

He went home that night with erotic visions dancing in his mind, and beat off furiously three times before finally passing into unconsciousness. The next day, Andy drove to that same town and, fortified with some of the birthday cash given him by his lovely and doting mother Tracy, Andy hit the adult bookstore. Finally, he could buy himself some serious pornography, instead of relying upon the internet for release.

Andy perused the racks with a careful eye, taking in all the strange sights with the occasional blush or quick backpedal -- particularly when he accidentally stumbled into the gay section of the store. Turning about quickly, he hurried across to the other side of the store, missing the bemused expression on the clerk's face, who was watching Andy navigate through the aisles, trying to decide if the young man was old enough to be there.

Oblivious, Andy's eager eyes continued to explore. To his chagrin, he discovered that most of the tapes on display were far out of his price range. Thirty or forty dollars for a video seemed rather ridiculous to Andy, who had hoped to pick up three or four vids that afternoon. He didn't have more than sixty dollars on him, and he knew some of that money needed to go to gas up his car. Discouraged, Andy poked around a bit more, planning on leaving empty handed, when he discovered a low case near the middle of the store, jammed tight with videos, bearing the legend "on sale."

Andy's face lit up, and he attacked the rack with a rising feeling of excitement. Most of the videos in the case were six to ten years old, and all averaged ten to fifteen dollars in value. He had found a veritable gold mine. Most of the titles looked like utter crap, but he found a few volumes of a series called "Double D Vixens" that looked promising. Each featured women with enormous breasts and names like "Tig O'Bitties" and "Kara Kleavage." The few pictures on the box showcased massively endowed women splattered with cum, and each volume promised "six hours of nonstop sucking and fucking." Andy was sold. He grabbed three of the videos and rushed to the counter to pay for them, the makings of an enormous erection already beginning in his jeans.

Andy rushed home, intending to immediately pop in the videos and masturbate himself into unconsciousness, but to his chagrin, he found that his mother's car was in the driveway. She was home, then, and that meant Andy's plans would be postponed.

"Where have you been all afternoon?" Tracy Wilson asked her son as he entered the house. At thirty-seven, Tracy was a sight to behold. Statuesque, with pale skin and dark eyes, she wore her straight brown hair past her shoulders, commonly tied up into a loose ponytail as it was now. A few afternoons at the gym each week helped Tracy maintain her shape, including a narrow waist and long, well toned thighs. Still, Tracy possessed a prodigious chest, flaring hips, and a springy, heart-shaped ass. In short, she was an incredibly beautiful and well-built woman, and her considerable charms were not lost on her only child.

Andy blushed furiously, shifting the brown paper bag under his arm, and muttered something noncommittal. He darted past his mother and up the stairs to his room, missing entirely the concerned look Tracy gave him as he moved.

Andy collapsed on his bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to get the image of his mother's heavy breasts, tightly encased in her blue t-shirt, out of his mind. He cast his mind back to previous evening, and substituted a gyrating, lithe Asian woman. That helped considerably, and Andy felt less guilty about the hardened column of flesh tenting his jeans.

Just then there was a knock at his door, and Andy sat up quickly, brushing the brown paper bag onto the floor on the other side of his bed. "Yes?"

Tracy eased the door open and poked her head inside. "Dinner will be ready in an hour, sweetie. But you'll have to eat alone tonight, if you don't mind. I'm going out with some of the girls from the office. Okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks, Mom," Andy said quickly. She smiled and shut the door. Andy heard her light tread pass down the stairs, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like he would have the whole house to himself for the night, and he would have the opportunity to put the vids to good use.

Andy read a book while he ate dinner, one of the many tasty pasta dishes his mother often prepared, but his mind wasn't on the food or his reading. His mind was filled with visions of bouncing breasts, splattered with cum, and wide sucking mouths filled with hard, throbbing cock.

"How do I look?" he heard his mother ask him, and Andy was brought back to the present with a start. His delicate skin flushed furiously as well, partly due to his own erotic thoughts, and partly at how beautiful his mother looked.

Tracy's long brown hair was loose, spilling down her back in a wave. Her makeup was subtle and perfect, accenting her high cheekbones and full lips. Her full figured frame was pressed into a tight black mini-dress that flashed a great deal of thigh and cleavage. Golden earrings sparkled, and a gold band wrapped loosely around her swan-like throat. Her legs were bare, her feet encased in black pumps, and she held a short jacket in her right hand.

"Gorgeous," Andy said honestly.

Tracy frowned. "Don't talk with your mouth full," she told him. Then, leaning close, she gave him a dry kiss on his forehead. Her perfume enveloped him, and Andy realized that her posture gave him a clear look down her neckline. She wasn't wearing a bra. "But thank you, sweetie," Andy heard her say. It barely registered.

He swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and quickly shifted his eyes to the open book at his elbow. "You're welcome, Mom," he said. "Just be careful tonight. Don't break a nail beating off all those men that will be after you."

Tracy laughed, and gently swatted her son's arm. "I hardly think I have to worry about that," she said. Just then the doorbell chimed. "That'll be Margie," Tracy said excitedly. She slipped her jacket on -- Andy forced himself to keep from noticing how her body jiggled with the complicated maneuver -- and hurried to the front door. "Don't have any wild parties while I'm gone," Tracy said over her shoulder. Andy heard the front door open and slam shut, and then he relaxed in his chair with a sigh.

After dinner, he rushed upstairs to his room. One of the few luxuries Andy had bought with the money he earned working at the bookstore at the mall was a large screen TV and a VCR. His entertainment center dominated his small room, and Andy was very glad to have spent the money on it. He stripped out of his clothes, turned on the TV and VCR, and picking one of the "Double D Vixens" volumes at random, threw it in the machine.

As Andy settled down on his bed, his hardening cock in one hand, he grabbed tissues with the other, and then the remote. He fast-forwarded through the opening commercials to get straight to the action. He gripped himself as the first scene began and slowly began to stroke. The tape quality wasn't great, and the tracking bounced around every once in a while, but the visuals more than made up for it. Andy watched, entranced, his cock throbbing hungrily in his fist.

The first scene introduced Kara Kleavage, an auburn haired, green-eyed beauty with immense breasts and a neatly trimmed red pussy. She fucked two men at the same time, alternately sucking and fucking each of them, and then let both of them spill their seed on her breasts. The scene ended with Kara facing the camera, holding up her cum splattered tits, grinning.

Next came Mindy Minx, a petite blonde with huge, fake tits and nipples as wide as a silver dollar. Though short, Mindy was clearly a sexual dynamo, and she savagely fucked her nondescript partner until he groaned and sprayed cum across her lips and eyes.

Andy's cock shuddered and jumped in his hands. The first two scenes had eaten up a little over a half-hour on the tape. He was pacing himself. He wanted to see how far he could get before he couldn't contain himself, and hoped he might make it to the end of the tape. But luck was not with him. Though, perhaps, fate was.

The next scene opened in a hotel room. A large, heavyset man lay on the bed, stroking a prodigious cock that Andy couldn't help comparing to his own slab of meat. He was a good eight or nine inches, he thought, certainly capable of holding his own in a porno.

Suddenly, the music started, and the words "Tig O'Bitties" flashed across the bottom of the screen. The camera panned right, towards what Andy assumed was the hotel bathroom, as the door opened, and Tig O'Bitties stepped into the shot.

Andy's heart stopped for a split second, and then started again, thundering loudly in his chest.

Tig O'Bitties had long brown hair, framing a heart-shaped face with full, pouting lips, high cheekbones, an aristocratic nose, and dark knowing eyes that flashed across the man on the bed with a look of unbridled lust. Her swanlike throat flowed down into a prodigious cleavage, encased deliciously in a bright blue babydoll nightie so transparent that her dark nipples and the shadow of her pubic mound could be seen, hinting at the charms beneath.

Andy recognized the woman immediately. She was unmistakable. Tig O'Bitties was his mother, Tracy Wilson. Several years younger, certainly, but no less beautiful or well built.

Tig O'Bitties sauntered over to the bed, grinning salaciously. Andy looked at the cock in his hand with horror; it felt as though it had grown monstrously harder and looked as though it had grown much longer as well. Against his will, his hand stroked up and down his throbbing length as the woman -- his mother! -- on the screen kissed the man on the bed and reach for his cock with her hand.

That was enough for Andy. His heart pounding in his chest, his mouth and throat as dry as a desert, his toes curling into fists, Andy lost control. His cock surged in his fist and spat its payload. Pearly white cum jetted from the end of his dick with incredible force, and he was too far-gone to deflect it with the tissues. An arc of cum sailed across the room to splash against the TV screen, which showed his mother's face, with her lips wrapped tight around the strange man's dick. Andy's remaining spurts were weaker, but they did manage to make a steaming white lake on his sheets. Andy slumped back against his headboard, gasping.

His eyes refocused, watching in wonder as his mother mugged to the camera, licking the stranger's cock like a lollipop and then devouring it once more. Andy looked down at his crotch, and realized with mounting horror that it was still hard. Slowly, as his mother sucked on the screen, Andy began to stroke himself once again. He watched as she shucked the nightie, revealing her sweetly rounded and gravity defying tits with their hardened nipples, her taut belly, and the neatly trimmed jungle between her thighs. Seeing her completely naked, particularly with a blob of his own cum drying on the screen, was once again too much for Andy's frail constitution. He exploded once more, with the same vigor and consistency as the previous climax. Still, he remained hard.

Filled with lust and shame, Andy jacked off a total of six times to that one scene, as Tig O'Bitties sucked the stranger off, had her pussy eaten out, then fucked the man in a variety of positions, including doggy style. Her familiar, throaty voice cried out with each stroke. At the end, the man sprayed his seed across his mother's breasts. Grinning lustily at the camera, Andy's mother hefted her cum splattered tits, and, lifting one to her lips, licked the cum off her pendulous globe. That move precipitated Andy's sixth explosion.

He had to take a break after that, run downstairs and drink a few glasses of water. He was completely dehydrated and light headed, his mind reeling at the implications. When he caught his breath, he ran back to his room, still naked, his cock raw and red. He scanned through the remaining two videos quickly, searching for more Tig O'Bitties action, but only found one.

Near the end of the third tape, he found Tig O'Bitties lying by the side of a pool, her prodigious curves barely contained by a bright blue string bikini. A young man of eighteen or nineteen years of age entered the frame, clearly supposed to be some kind of pool boy, and his mom proceeded to fuck his brains out. Andy only came three times watching that one, his last climax producing no more than a dribble, and had to give up because his dick was hurting too much.

Andy cleaned himself and his sheets, put the videos away, and then collapsed on his bed. He fell into a troubled but welcome sleep, and did not notice when his mother returned home.