"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
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Six months had passed since I'd met Missy's Mom, Catherine Roberts, Kate as she had asked me to call her. Like Mother, like Daughter: Missy possessed a magnificent figure. A true 48-24-36. And at only 5 feet tall, with a slender almost teenager like body she filled a mind boggling 32 P cup bra! But because she was so full and round, the tag read 32-NNN. I knew because I was the accountant at the firm where she had her custom made bras constructed. Yikes!
And her Mom? Older, of course, and a little taller. But not much. And bigger. Mrs. Roberts needed every trick known to the experts at Burns & Adrian to corral her 58 inch bust line. And while she was three or four inches taller than Missy, her hips and waist measurements were the same, 36 and 24! Her under bust measurement was also the same, 26 inches. Add the standard 5 inches to calculate the body band would suggest 31 inches. But bras only use even numbers for some reason. So both women used a 32 inch body band. Missy with her unbelievable 32-Triple N cup bras did not even come close to filling Kate's 32-Z cup brassieres. And like Missy, because of her fullness, the rounded nature of her breasts the tag for Moms hooter halters read 32-VVVVV. YIKES! With nipples that matched her mammoth mountains, Kate was one of a kind.
And she liked me. In "that" way! The first time we met she had offered me the chance to pay adoration to her majestic mammaries until she had had an orgasm. Yes, she could cum just by having her nipples and breasts played with. She had then redefined the phrase "Tit Fuck" for me in a demonstration that had me splashing her vast tits in minutes.
The second time I had met her she jacked me off under the table in a popular restaurant while Missy was in the Ladies Room. Twice! And all the time I was again kneading, squeezing, pulling, pushing, foundling and playing with breasts that occupied every inch of her upper body.
After that episode I swore off of any contact with Kate. I truly loved Missy. And she had more than enough boob for a breast addict like myself, didn't she? She sure did. After all, how many women do you know that measure themselves in feet? Five feet tall, four foot bust, three foot hips and two feet that the waist. So I was done with Kate! Done!
And so far I'd managed to not get entangled with her. I made sure that I was never alone with her. And when we got together I made sure that Missy was between me and her Mom. I'm sure that Mom knew what I was doing but she never made a fuss. I hoped that what had happened between us was in the past.
Missy and I were living together now and as much time as we spent together, I still wished we could be together even more. Every time I saw her, I reacted in the same way. She turned me on like crazy. Although she rarely made the first move in the sack we were really good together.
When we made love it was always great! From my point of view, looking down at Missy, watching as her giant boobs bounced and shook was always exciting. And the few times that she took charge and rode me it was mind melting to see those gigantic tits bounce and slap against each other! If, every once in a while, I pictured what her Mom would look like with an additional ten inches of breast meat flopping around, unrestrained, well, that was just a passing fancy. I didn't have to worry about it, really.
We did finally set the date.
If you haven't been involved with planning a wedding let me warn you: the groom's job is to nod his head, agree with whatever is proposed and try to stay the hell out of the way!
That was my plan and for the most part it worked fine.
The ceremony went off without a hitch. Missy looked freaking amazing! One thing about getting married; the bride is allowed, practically encouraged, to dress in such a way as to show all the guys what they would never have a chance at any more! Missy certainly succeeded in that regard!
Missy had never been a showoff. She had an amazing figure. And I was one of the few who knew it. But when she was at the head of the aisle in church, walking toward me, everyone knew how amazing her body was. You could hear jaws dropping through out the church. Those forty-eight inch boobs were showcased by the off the shoulder dress. The neckline was so low cut I didn't understand how her nipples could remain hidden! After swooping down to her twenty four inch waist the dress clung tightly to her thirty four inch hips and then flared out dramatically. She looked like an overly abundant Barbie doll in a wedding dress.
We both smiled at each other during the whole ceremony. Love struck was exactly the right phrase.
At the reception I danced the first dance with Missy, then we snacked a while as guests came up and offered congratulations. I saw more than a few guys take a long gaping look at the massive cleavage and giant mounding breasts that Missy was showcasing. I wasn't sure how she would react to all the attention. But she fooled me. She enjoyed the attention. A few times I saw her kind of showing off, taking a few deep breathes to make her boobs expand to even greater size for the entertainment of this guy or that. I'd never seen her do that before. And the reaction she got was all that you would expect. More than once I was congratulated by some disbelieving fellow that had known Missy long before I had met her. But I was going to be the one handling those huge tits at the end of the day. Lucky me!
After a couple of hours Missy went up to the suite to nap and change. We were flying to the Caribbean in the morning. She wanted to be fresh for the trip and she had had a few glasses of wine.
Roland had given the bride away from his wheelchair. And he had left immediately thereafter. He was weakening day by day and the least bit of exertion left him trembling with exhaustion. But he had insisted that he be the one to give away his little girl.
Mrs. Roberts returned from getting Roland settled into their suite and sat next to me at the head table. I shifted my chair away from her a little and turned to smile at my new Mother-in-law. She was smiling placidly at me. But I was still nervous. Was she going to try something here? At my wedding reception?
Seemingly not. Her hands stayed in her lap, not mine. We chatted for a while and then she asked me for a dance. Seemed a reasonable thing to do so I agreed.
She was dressed in a light blue full length gown. Her cleavage tastefully displayed under a semi fitted jacket. Very elegant.
As she stood up she doffed the jacket and left it on her chair. Underneath she sported a sweetheart neckline dress that gripped her tightly from the waist up and draped gracefully from the hips downward. Her shoulders were bare. Most of her back was bared. How her breasts were supported was a complete mystery. But there they were. Sitting high and sticking so far out in front of her.
