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), and totally unrealistic scenarios, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! But I can't stress this enough: ***These scenarios are not meant to be realistic.*** At all. They exist in a fantasy world. If that, or anything else I've mentioned, is not your thing, there's plenty of other stuff to read on this site. If it is, though, please rate and leave a comment! Thanks. (One additional note for this chapter: It contains behavior that in real life would be reprehensible. I hope everyone understands the difference between real life and fantasy.) (All characters are over 18 years old.)
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DAY FOUR: TEASING BIMBO DAY
The next morning, after a deep sleep undoubtedly aided by a day of epic sex with his wildly busty mother, aunt and cousin, Brian woke up curled between his mother and Jenny, whom he was spooning, his morning erection pressed against her ample buttocks.
Brian slid his cock into his cousin, who, still half asleep, let out a deep, satisfied moan. He reached around and began to grope her gigantic breasts, tweaking her nipples and squeezing the huge sacks of tit-flesh. He began kissing her on the neck as he slowly pumped into her, until she turned her head and they began to make out.
The movement of the two awoke his mother, who pressed her giant tits into her son's back and whispered into his ear, "Fuck your super-busty cousin, sweetheart. Cum inside her again." She then turned toward her sister and, now both awake, they began to make love, kissing and playing with each other pussies.
Brian lowered his hand and began to massage his cousin's clit, quickly bringing her to the brink of orgasm, as her entire body shook and shuddered. "UHHHHHH! BRIAN! I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR HUGE PENIS!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!"
He felt her pussy contract around his cock as the orgasm reached a crescendo, which led, in turn, to the churning of cum in his balls. He grunted repeatedly as he shot his first load of the day into his ultra-buxom cousin, squeezing her massive tits as he ejaculated. Soon, his mother and aunt orgasmed as well, screams echoing through the house.
The day had just begun.
After recovering, the quartet put on some clothes -- all three women wore tiny t-shirts that their huge breasts pushed out, their nipples clearly visible, and panties -- and went downstairs for breakfast.
As they ate their eggs and toast, Brian's mother broke the silence: "So, listen, I know we all had an amazing time yesterday, but Brian and I only have a few days left and there are some more... things I want us to do."
"We totally understand, sis," Becky said. "We'll give you guys some space."
"But... Mommy..." Jenny muttered.
"It's okay, Jenny, we'll be back. There's some stuff we wanted to do on our road trip anyway. I promise we'll come back."
Jenny looked crestfallen. "Okay." She paused. "Can Brian fuck me one more time?"
Becky laughed. "Kiddo, I think you're addicted to someone's cock. And I don't blame you."
"No! I really love him!" She looked over at Brian with a bashful expression. "Though I do also love his cock."
"Jenny," Brian's mother said, "I promise this won't be the last you'll see of Brian or his cock."
"Okay, okay."
"Alright," Aunt Becky said, getting up, her huge chest jiggling under her shirt as she did. "Jenny, let's go get cleaned up and dressed."
A half-hour later, the dishes were done and Brian was saying goodbye to his aunt and cousin, fucking both of them by the front door. He had intended it to be a quick kiss and hug, but Jenny wouldn't break their embrace and soon she was pulling down both of their shorts and guiding his cock inside her. Her mother rolled her eyes, but soon she, too, was fucking her nephew. Brian's mother just stood by, shaking her head, as each woman orgasmed in turn. Brian staved off his ejaculation, having the feeling that he should save some energy for the day.
After another set of kisses and hugs later and the mother and daughter loaded up their car and drove away.
"I know you're going to miss them, baby," Brian's mother said, sidling up to him, her giant breasts pressed against his arm, her hand running along his erect penis. "But trust me: today is going to be a lot of fun. And remember, I am totally into... the plan. If it makes you uncomfortable, just say the word. But given how assertive you've become, I don't think it will. And although I know you know this: in regular life, listen to a woman's words. Today, I want you to ignore that. Follow what I do, not what I say." He nodded. "Okay! Sooooo... why don't you hang out here in the living room and I'll go get changed?"
Brian plopped down on the sofa, watching his tiny, voluptuous mother make her way up the stairs, her huge tits bouncing under her t-shirt. He couldn't wait to see what she would wear next.
A few minutes later, he was not disappointed. His mother jiggled her way down the stairs in a tiny black micro-skirt that hugged her bulbous ass and barely covered her pussy and a skin-tight white button-down top out of which spilled an enormous amount of cleavage. On her feet, she wore red, five-inch heels, pushing out her tits and butt and making her sway with each step. Brian immediately became erect; he had never wanted to ravage his mother more.
But then she did something odd. Instead of coming over to him, she went to the kitchen and bent over to rummage through a drawer, exposing her little pair of panties. He walked over to her, his short-covered cock swaying inches in front of him, and lightly brushed up against her.
She gasped and twirled around. "Oh goodness!" she squealed. "You scared me, Brian. I was just going to get started on lunch. Would you like something."
"Yeah, Mommy... you."
Again, she gasped. "What do you mean, darling?" Her massive tits swayed in front of him, threatening to burst from the top. She seemed to be pushing them out toward him even more than usual. He could now see that under the top she wore a red push-up bra, its straps pulled away from her neckline by the sheer force of her bust. He also noticed that she was made up more than she had ever been, with bright-red lipstick, long lashes and rouge. She looked, Brian thought, like a slut. An insanely gorgeous, wildly voluptuous and extremely petite one, but one nonetheless.
"I mean I want to fuck you. Hard." He pulled her body into his.
"What?! No, Brian, I'm your Mommy! You shouldn't want to fuck your own mother. That's sick." She made a feeble attempt to push him away, her little hands pressing on his immense chest.
He now knew what she meant about not listening to her words but rather her actions. Normally, of course, he'd respect the direct meaning of what she was saying, but this was what she was preparing him for.
"Brian, please let go of me!" She wriggled in his grasp, but not very hard, making her tits jiggle in her ultra-tight top. "I'm your Mommy! You can't possibly want to... make love to your Mommy?" He noticed that despite her protests, she was pressing her tits against him and her skirt-covered groin, aligned with his because of her heels, against his rock-hard cock. "Oh, my goodness! Is that... your penis, Brian? Are you... erect?"
"Very. Because of your ridiculously voluptuous body and this incredibly erotic outfit you're wearing."
"I'm just wearing... clothes."
"You look like--" He stopped short.
"What where you going to say, Brian?"
"You look like a whore, Mommy! Your tits are bursting out of that top. That skirt barely covers your pussy."
"Brian! How could you use that language with your own mother!"
He released her. Her chest was heaving, a light sheen of sweat forming on her skin.
"Oh c'mon, Mommy. You're dressed like that to turn me on! To get me hard!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the mother said, backing up until she was up against the wall.
"I'm talking about this," Brian said, pulling down his shorts and allowing his huge cock to spring upward, directed right at his mother's gorgeous face.
