A quick note: My stories aren't for everyone. If you don't like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word "mommy" in a sexual context), totally unrealistic scenarios, or extended foreplay, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! Vote and leave a comment if you want. If you don't like them, go elsewhere. Thanks. (All characters are over 18 years old.)
Also: M/S fans will have to wait til the last section for actual incest. :)
Also, part 2: I recommend reading Part 3 for some set-up (though no need to read Parts 1 and 2). I think this is my longest chapter yet. Hope you enjoy!
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CH. 4: Birthday Surprise
After their wild visit to his sex ed class, Brian and his mother's sexual relationship had adopted a new attitude and tempo: they were constantly fucking. Having intensely made love in front of Brian's teacher and schoolmates, they were both horny beyond what either had ever experienced. Brian was coming three or four times a day and there was no mystery about his motivation. Mommy began routinely wearing outfits fully designed solely to entice erections from Brian. Super-tight t-shirts paired with equally snug yoga pants, hard nipples (and sometimes a wet pussy) extremely evident. Various sorts of lingerie, from baby dolls to corsets paired with one of Mommy's soft, gigantic push-up bras to full-on bustiers. Because she knew they were a favorite of Brian's, simple sundresses that reached no further than mid-thigh and often featured an enormous amount of cleavage.
They always worked, of course, and Brian and Mommy spent hours fucking in the kitchen, after (or sometimes during) breakfast, in the shower, in their bedrooms, on the living room floor - the last, indeed, after they had returned from sex ed class, still so horny they barely got the front door closed before ripping off their clothes and, again, fucking each other senseless - before, during and after dinner, and whenever either of them felt like it during the night.
On other nights, they would just lie in bed, caressing each other's sexually exaggerated bodies, kissing and whispering loving sentiments.
All of this is exactly why he was so surprised when, one day a few weeks after the class, his mother arrived at breakfast wearing frumpy, oversized pajamas. As he did most mornings, Brian went to grope her insanely voluptuous body - even under those pj's, it was so obvious - and was, for the first time, rebuffed.
"Uh uh, kiddo," she said, removing his hand from her bulbous ass, even as she did she instinctively thrust out her enormous breasts. "We need to have a talk. Sit down." He feared the worst: was she cutting off their sexual relationship? He'd be devastated.
She put her hand on his knee, but despite her gentle touch, the vibe felt different. "We need to take a break. Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong. And it won't be too long - your birthday is coming up in a few weeks, so let's say then." (Disappointing, but he breathed a sigh of relief.) "I actually have a little birthday surprise for you, but it means we'll need to stop fucking. And fooling around. And no masturbating either."
What?! What was he going to do? He had never been hornier on a daily basis, and could produce seemingly endless amounts of cum for his mother, who was equally desperate for it. She, in turn, had become increasingly orgasmic, and sometimes simply rolled from one roaring pussy-spasm to the next throughout their lovemaking.
Brian watched as his mother's thoughts seemed to wander. She quietly raised her hand and cupped one huge breast, and began to squeeze it, as she so often did these days. She suddenly realized what she was doing and she dropped her hand into her lap.
"Sorry! Sorry, sorry. I know I can't do that sort of stuff while you're... taking a break." She bit her lip in that way that made Brian crazy. "This is going to be hard for me too." She looked him in the eye. "I love fucking you," she said. "You know I can't get enough of it. Of your cock. It feels like our bodies were made to fuck each other." Her eyes began to glaze over, but again she pulled herself out of her reverie. "Four weeks! I promise it'll be worth it."
Sure enough, to Brian's dismay, over the next month or so his mother continued to wear unappealing clothes and drop any affectionate gestures - let alone sexual overtures - toward her son. Every night, he went to sleep - in his own bed, his mother 20 or so feet away in hers - with a swollen cock. Every dream was about his erotically proportioned mother, and every morning he woke up with the same throbbing erection.
FOUR WEEKS LATER
The morning of his birthday, Brian descended from his bedroom, down the stairs and beheld an amazing sight in the living room: his mother doing yoga in a typically - typically as of two weeks ago - tight workout outfit. She was currently in downward dog, her lush, full ass pointed up, her massive, swollen breasts bulging out of her skimpy top. Brian felt a swell of relief (and also a swell in his pajama pants): the days of no-cumming were over. The gorgeous mother glanced up at Brian, which gave him a better of her giant tits, almost falling out of her top.
"Oh hi, sweetie!" She stood up, her body jiggling as she did. "Happy birthday!"
He advanced on her, clearly ready for an epic fucking. She put a hand up. "Not yet, baby. Remember: you've got a surprise coming. They - uh, it - should be here soon." She giggled and ran past me, up the stairs.
They?
Brian sat down.
They?
Not... no, it couldn't be. He was already living the most amazing life, fucking the sexiest little fuck slut multiple times a day, and she happened to be his loving mother. Could he possibly be that lucky?
Just then the doorbell rang. His mother yelled from upstairs, "Don't get that! I'll be right down."
Brian's cock was hardening again. He looked over and his mother was coming down the stairs, having barely put on one of her sexiest dresses, a bright red pencil dress with a plunging neckline, along with a black choker and matching black heels. She stopped in front of Brian, gathered herself, and breathed. She smiled and leaned up to kiss him, her massive breasts brushing his chest. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." And with that she opened the door. All five of them stood there, dressed in long coats, smiling at him. They, too, were wearing chokers and heels, he noticed, though he couldn't glean anything else about their outfits under those coats.
Bethany entered first and kissed him gently on the lips. "Hiiii Brian," she cooed. God she was such a gorgeous flirt. Her dark hair fluttered around her almond-shaped face. "Happy birthday." She continued in and embraced Mommy.
Then Becky. Then Sam. Then tiny Britney. Then Jenny - the bustiest and his biggest crush of all. Each kissed him, put their hands on his face, then his chest, then gently squeezed his hard cock. And each one filed past to embrace and kiss his mother. Sam in particular spent some time kissing Mommy. As Sam stared blatantly at Mommy's massive chest, Brian could just barely hear her say, "You look amazing. Your breasts..." She trailed off.
Mommy cupped Sam's adorable face. "You want to know if they got bigger?" she said sweetly. Sam's face flushed. "Yes, ma'am."
"They did," Mommy said, smiling up at the 18 year old. "I'm a 32K now."
"Oh my god," Sam groaned. "Can I-"
"Sam! Enough. We'll get to that later," Becky, the beautiful blonde head cheerleader said, then turned to Brian. "So, Brian. As you've probably figured out, we're your birthday present!"