"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
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My Son-in-Law is hung like a horse. And my daughter has no idea how to deal with it
"Really Mom, I have no idea what to do. I know that our eloping took everyone by surprise. But we are so in love! I don't regret it!
"If anything tho I wish I'd had a little more time to get to know Steve. I don't think it would have changed anything. But..."
"Linda, what are you trying to tell me?" I asked.
"Mom, it's just not what I expected. Steve is a great guy! And I love him forever. But, well, to tell the truth. It's um, it's, I mean...
"Come on, tell me. How can I help if you won't tell me what's wrong?"
"It's uncomfortable..." she started.
"I know but if you tell me..."
"NO, Mom. I mean it's uncomfortable when we, That is, when he's...
"Mom, he's just so damn big! Too big! I've never been with a guy that is so big! He's huge! He tries to be gentle. He's a great lover, but it's just too large for me! I don't know how to handle him!" She was on the verge of tears.
"You mean... That is he's large. Down there." I gestured at my groin.
"Yeah. Mom, he's really big! Thick and long! Too thick and too long!"
We talked for a little longer. My daughter was so upset that her new husband was hung like a horse!
My late husband had been almost nine inches long and I could just encircle his shaft with one hand. Steve was apparently much larger! I admit that I had noticed that he had quite a bulge. From time to time I had gotten a glimpse of his package in a pair of tight shorts. But I had had no idea that he was so large as to be uncomfortable for my daughter!
And I wasn't sure if there was anything I could or should do to help out. I love my daughter and Steve treated her like a queen.
That weekend we spent a rainy evening watching Netflix and drinking. We played a game, every time someone got shot, we took a shot! We were watching one of those 'rogue assassin gets revenge' movies. So there were lots of people getting shot. By the halfway point we were drunk.
At some point point the romantic interest came on clad in a ripped up mini-skirt and a tight, low-cut sweater. Steve started laughing.
"What's funny?" asked Phoebe.
"She's not nearly as good looking as you are, bunny! You are prettier and better built than that Hollywood hussy!"
"Really?" She asked as she sat up straighter and arched her back to push her tits into greater prominence .
"And we all know where she got those from," I interjected as I copied her pose and stroked my hands over my massive bust line. Phoebe was proud of her 34 Double E's. I had my own pride and joys. I measured 36-HH. I never really showed off, but I knew that I out-did Phoebe.
"Holy ..." Steve's voice faded away as he took in the sight of my now stretched-to-the-limit blouse. There were stress lines and gaps between all the buttons on my blouse.
I just grinned at him, plumped my tits, shimmied my shoulders and slumped back onto the couch.
"Oh, Mom," Phoebe protested.
I didn't think much of it then. But over the next few days I did notice that Steve was looking at me more than he had in the past. I caught him looking at me when I had on anything that hinted at my figure. He seemed interested that I had a larger bust line than his wife, my daughter.
And I also noticed that his bulge became more prominent when I wore some of my more tight fitting outfits. A couple of times I noticed that he was adjusting himself, to be more comfortable. I had this one blouse that when I leaned over, it gaped open so my cleavage and bra were visible. That seemed to really get him going!
I have to admit I took some opportunities to wear things that I thought would catch Steve's interest. And they usually did.
At the same time I was getting more and more turned on by how I could excite him with my top-heavy physique.
Things changed late one night. I got up to take a leak and I passed their bedroom on the way to the bathroom. But this time the door was ajar and the bedside light was on. I didn't really mean to spy on them but...