A Model Mother
Mom is a tall, trim, beautiful Redhead. Some would call her skinny even but with her it was jealousy on those other womens' part. Mom had been an actual model in her college days, sports related stuff mostly. She was most well recognized for her swimsuit shots though. She was pursuing a dual Bachelors in Communications and Journalism. She Graduated near the top of her class. She continued to model until meeting and eventually marrying my Dad. Dad is an above average looking guy and when they met, a guy on a major construction job at her apartment building in her Junior year. They dated and married after Mom graduated.
Mom continued to model until becoming pregnant with me, I'm Anthony or Tony. When I was a kid though the other kids started calling me
Hat
. This after someone realized my initials spelled H.A.T., Harold Athony Turley. Instead of fighting it I embraced it and had my parents start buying me different hats, mostly baseball caps. Some with weird sayings or pictures, some with just odd projections like horns and such.
But when I hit High School that changed as I had been working the last few years with my Dad at his construction jobs. I gained both height and size, all of it muscle. I had also been playing football in Junior High. But when that summer came I had a big growth spurt and gained six inches in height and all that muscle had someplace to grow. Before Junior year I had become Big Tony, not all relating to my height and bulk. More than once though, I was compared to Micheal Ohr from the movie. I'm friendly, a little shy with girls but still successful and a terror on the field. I was a Running back in the younger years but as I grew the coaches put me in as a defensive linesman where I excelled.
I am attending college on a partial football scholarship. The rest is picked up by my Dad as part of the divorce from Mom for me and my little sister. Not coincidentally, I'm attending University at where Mom went to school, tradition and honoring Mom. Like I said I'm Tony, or Big Tony if you insist. I'm a big guy now at 6'3" tall and weight a mighty 285#, all muscle. That's not to say I'm a big dumb jock. Mom made sure I applied myself to my studies all through High School and I graduated with a 3.45 GPA. Also like Mom I'm pursuing a career in Communications but on the sports broadcaster side when my football career ends. I am a walking information source on all things sports but mostly, you guessed it, Football.
Back to Mom and Dads' divorce as that's where this story begins. Like I said before, Mom is a beautiful woman. She is a tall woman at 5' 10" tall and very slim. She has a smallish bust with 32Bs but they perfectly fit her body type. After the two of us were born, both times, she hit the gym as often as possible to return to her original modeling days figure. The only exception I found out later is Moms' hips were 32" before but after having us were 34" giving her a slightly pear shape but it looks fantastic with her 22" waist above it. She could still be a model. She might weight 118#. She won't let me see her weight, 'it's a lady' thing she says with a grin when we play our game of my trying to see it whenever I see her on the scale.
Dad isn't a small guy either. He is a tall guy at 6' 1" but much less stout or muscled then I am now. As a kid I thought he was huge but as I grew figured out he was big but just a regular guy. Dad let his physique go from a strapping 185# of construction worker muscle to a sorta flabby 220#. When he moved up some at the original company he was able to take on small projects on the side. Eventually, he started his own carpentry contracting business which grew into a full construction company in its own right. He has been very successful and made good money on every project with a great reputation for coming in on or under budget.
A few years before the divorce he had even had a new house built for us. A nice Three bedroom with a downstairs office. An in ground large size pool, ostensibly for everyone to stay in shape, everyone except him as it turns out. But we as a family had great times around that pool and the neighborhood 'Garden parties' that would cycle through the community. You see the neighborhood adults decided during the spring through fall to have semi-regular parties at one of the houses, each hosting at different times.
At one such party is when our family got broken. It was at a neighbors' house that time. Mom had tried to use the downstairs bathroom and found it in use. She went upstairs to use the one in the Master bedroom. She thought she heard someone as she approached but found the door slightly open and no voices. She walked up to the door and looked in and saw two high-heeled feet bottoms up. She opened the door a little very quietly and was then shocked to see the neighborhood tramp slobbering on my Dads' dick. She was, of course, outraged.
She had the presence of mind to whip out her cell phone and record just in time to hear Dad say, "Jesus Karen, you sure know how to polish a knob. I always enjoyed these parties when you would hit me up and do this."
Karen just keeps going with a, "Mmmfpft."
A minute later Dad blows his load and as he is going off Mom pushes in and screams, "You bastard! How could you?!?!"
She looked down at Karen who had quit sucking at the wrong time and was splattered with my dads' spew, all over her face and down the front of her faux silk blouse. Mom was still recording the whole time.
"You'll be hearing from My divorce attorney on Monday Darrell, don't come home. You no longer live there." She ends the recording and leaves.
Dad was only allowed to come home to pack his clothes and get out later that week. I was tasked with ensuring Dad only got those things. At fifteen I was floored he could do this to my gorgeous and loving Mom. My sister cried for a week, she had always been Daddys' little girl. While Mom doted on Me, her first born. We stayed with Mom and she got the house and cars. She got a small alimony until I finished school. Whereby she could handle taking care of just my little sister from then on. They split the furniture and as I said Dad had to pay for me and my sisters' full rides through college.
After that the three of us just moved on without him. Sis and I continued on in school. I graduated two summers ago and am now going into my Sophomore year at the University. Sis will be a Senior. She is very much like our mother, smart, hard working, she has even better grades than I did. She is also gorgeous. A tall redhead like our mom at almost 5' 8" and the body of a goddess, or so my friends tell me, over and over. She is also into sports in a big way but chose a different path. In the fall she is a cheerleader but in the spring she swims, 'Micheal Phelps look out.' My sisters' figure is a little more robust than moms' but very similar. She has C cups to moms' Bs and an even smaller 20" waist and the 24" hips. Everything well and truly toned from hours in the pool or doing gymnastics for cheerleading.
After Dad and Mom divorced, Mom refused to date, not trusting men because of Dads' infidelity. She also went back to modeling part-time. Her full-time gig was and still is as an editor at a regional sports magazine. She makes good money and is satisfied with that. She enjoys the attention but not the come-ons from the photographers and other functionaries at the shoots. She has been a little lonely both my sister and I see but we try to keep her in our lives and activities as much as possible. She attended every home game while I was in High School and even a few away games. She supported my sister at all her meets. Dad also tried to support us at these events. After a while he tried to sit with mom at events and talk about us kids. But she would ignore him and if he didn't get the hint she would move away from him. He would sit there sometimes or move the other way.
At the beginning of this seasons 'Garden parties', ones that Dad was no longer invited to, Mom had another shock. She found out the other reason I'm called Big Tony. Ironically, it happened in the same house and the same bathroom. Nearly the same woman too, but it was actually Karens' slutty daughter Kim. She was a Jock bunny and would do anything for the school's many Star jocks behind closed doors. Apparently, it worked out almost the same way too.
She had gone looking for an open bathroom and found Kim on her knees in front of me just like her mom had been five years prior. She even whipped out her phone to record but not knowing why initially. Kim was there going to town on my 10" cock when Mom came upon the scene. Her hand flew to her mouth to cover a gasp. She told me later she just couldn't look away. It was like when you come upon a car accident and can't help but slow down and look.
Not long after she arrived Kim looked up at me and pulled off my cock and said, "I can't decide whether I want you to blow your load down my throat and in my mouth or all over my face."
"Don't worry Kim, I got enough for both." And she proceeds to suck the cum from my balls without another word.
In short order I actually painted her face after several large ropes down her throat and in her mouth like she asked for. Then I pulled out and covered her face and even some on her tits.
"That's the other thing about a big cock Kim, they come with big balls too. And they are always full."
To her astonishment Mom sees a small puddle under Kim, she immediately knows the girl came and squirted on the floor. She then stops the recording before moving away to find another bathroom.
During multiple times over the next week I would notice Mom looking at me. At first I didn't realize she was actually looking at my crotch. During the summers we practically live around the pool, especially my sister 'The Fish'. Both of them would wear flattering bikinis that of course I noticed, I wasn't dead after all. We would swim, tan and have BBQs regularly, me having taken over the grill mastery after Dads' departure. In the third week of actual summer my sister went away for a two weeks to swim camp leaving me alone at home with mom.
The day after Sis left for camp Mom and I had been at the pool. We had both gone inside to rinse off and get dressed for dinner out. I was ready pretty quickly as guys are. I went to see how close Mom was to ready when I noticed she wasn't in her bedroom. I didn't hear water running in there, so I assumed she was finishing up. I stepped to the door that was open a decent amount. What I saw stunned me. Mom stood there in all her glory naked as the day she was born. Like her I just stared, like at that proverbial car crash.
Moms' skin was flawless as far as I could see. Her breasts sat high and perky, like gravity didn't exist, with half dollar size dark pink areolas and pert nipples that were hard. They sat above the flat tight plane of her abs which was smooth all the way to a small tuft of matching red hair above her cleanly shaven pussy. She was gorgeous and so sexy. She caught me looking with my mouth hanging open.
She grabs her towel quickly and covers herself while asking, "Do you need something Honey?"
Her voice snapped me out of my trance and I mumbled, "Just checking on how close to ready you are Mom."
As she covered up she turned towards me and I noticed her butt is nice, rounded and the size of a pair of large cantaloupe.
I could help myself and just blurted out, "Jesus Mom, you're gorgeous."
