DDP -- Jake Comes of Age pt.3 -- Deanna's Blues
The sun was well above the horizon when Jake stirred in the bed. He was not known for waking up well, and today was little different from any other day. It was still too early in the process of waking up for him to think about much, but he was more than awake enough to remember a few things, and right now he was remembering the tender walls of his mother's vagina gently milking his throbbing penis just before he fell asleep last night.
The quasi-dream faded quickly, however, and he threw the covers off and lay on his back, letting his morning wood lay flat on his muscular abdomen.
He was nearly fully awake when the soft knock came at the bedroom door. Before he could respond, the door swung open and a well-matched pair of very large breasts entered the room, followed quickly by the rest of his first cousin Gina.
"Morning!" she said cheerily, pulling her shirt off over the top of her head and letting it drop to the floor, revealing her fantastic tits, bound up tightly in a light green bra that mashed them together hard and showed an enormous amount of her deep cleavage, both from above and below.
She produced a towel and a bottle of baby oil from her bag with a ceremonial flourish. Holding the towel under her breasts, she put her best sexy look on her pretty face and began to squirt the baby oil into her cleavage, squeezing the bottle until oil began to drip out onto the towel.
Gina had nursed five children, including her sister Sara's boy when she proved unable to produce enough milk, and frankly, her enormous tits that had resembled two fleshy torpedoes in her youth were somewhat worse for the wear. A couple of years ago, back problems led her to have a reduction.
The surgeon had done a commendable job, yet Gina was self-conscious of the scars the procedure had left, and seldom allowed her bare tits, which, in spite of having been reduced, were still enormous, to be seen; If you asked Jacob's dad, he'd tell you Gina's tits looked better now than they ever had.
Gina need not have worried; her little cousin wasn't a critic. He had always thought Gina's breasts were amazing, and thought them even more amazing when she knelt at the bedside and guided his thick hard cock up into her oily cleavage from below.
Gina had had the tight fitting green satin bra custom made for this specific purpose, and the bra did most of the work for her, leaving Gina's hands free to lightly caress his body and gently stroke his balls as she slowly lowered and lifted her tits up and down his throbbing shaft.
In under a minute, Jake began thrust reflexively. Gina mashed her boobs together hard with both hands; seconds later, semen was erupting from between her glorious breasts, splattering against her chin and flowing freely down her neck.
Gina, laughing merrily, wiped his jizz off of her face with her fingers and tossed him a towel. "Here, clean yourself up. You know, your dad tells me your mom does the titty sex thing just as well as I do. Why don't you try that and get back to me?" she said with a giggle and a wink. Jake made a mental note to do just that.
She smiled and pulled her tight-fitting shirt down over her luscious breasts. "Hurry up, Jenny's waiting for you downstairs." Without another word, Gina walked out the bedroom door, closing it behind her.
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With the door safely closed behind her, Gina hurriedly reached into her shorts and began to work the handful of Jake's semen she had managed to catch into her fertile vagina as deep as she could with her fingers. Not nearly as much and not nearly as deep as her young cousin's cock could have deposited it, but it would have to do.
If her mother thought she could keep her from fulfilling her dream, her mother was wrong.
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"Sorry Jakey, Deanna is gonna have to fill in for me today. Daddy and I have to drive out to Weatherford to look at a car." Jenny apologized to her brother. Jake smiled, knowing that if it was a car Jenny had found, it was going to be something he wanted to drive, although history shows that Jenny lets no one drive her cars.
Fabulously wealthy people can afford the most extravagant hobbies, and this family was no exception. Laura collected fine art. April learned to fly, got her pilot's license, and bought a twin turboprop that she liked to fly around the country on a whim. Sara did, well...'God only knows what' that required 440-volt, 3-phase power in the shed out behind her house. Everyone but Jacob did something extravagant: Steve and Jenny collected classic cars, especially the fast ones. On the sprawling family land, next to the pool and fitness center, stood the twenty-bay garage, where they stored their collection of rare late '60s muscle cars, with room for plenty more.
For a long time now, they had been searching for the perfect car to take the center spot in their fully equipped garage, right between Jenny's favorite '67 Shelby GT and Steve's '68 Charger.
It was already late the day before, when the news came to Jenny that a "Numbers Matching" 1969 Ford Mustang had just hit the market in the small city of Weatherford about 30 miles west of Fort Worth, maybe two hours' drive away.
Clad in winter blue paint and complete with the rare Boss 429 engine, the very same one Ford told the insurance companies made 375 horsepower when it really made around 500; it checked every box on Jenny's wish list.
She immediately informed her father, who, while he agreed that she just might have located the perfect car, expressed serious concerns about Jenny's lead foot and her ability to control said power without the benefit of modern conveniences, like traction control and anti-lock brakes.
After assuring her father that she would never again be doing donuts in the parking lot of the Galleria, like the police had caught her doing in his '68 Charger, Jenny was able to assuage his fears and an appointment to see it was arranged, the timing of which kind of blew her scheduled rendezvous with Jake out of the water.
Jenny sensed her little brother's disappointment, but didn't worry about it too much. If Daddy were to be believed, Deanna would do a wonderful job of meeting her little brother's considerable needs. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
"Don't worry Jakey, Deanna will fill in for me." She whispered in his ear.
Jacob's pulse began to race.
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"Hey Deedee, Jenny has to go out to Weatherford with her dad this afternoon, are you filling in for her or should I call your sister?" Deanna heard her mother ask through the speaker of her phone.
"No! No, don't call Sara, I've got it." She had panicked at the mere thought of her baby sister taking the opportunity she had been waiting for. Sara could just content herself with her vast array of sex toys.
There was a long pause, prompting Deanna to glance at the screen to see if they were still connected.
"It's your fertile time, isn't it, Deedee?" her mother asked nervously.
"Um I think so." Deanna replied, even though she knew for a fact she had ovulated yesterday.
"So, you're going to be using a condom, right?"
"Aw mom, you know Judy doesn't want him wearing rubbers. I'll be fine."
"No, you won't. You'll be pregnant like your sister."
Everyone knew that if you just looked at her middle sister Gina the wrong way, she turned up pregnant.
It wasn't quite that easy for Deanna who, at age 36, had only managed to produce one child. Another pair of little feet around the house wouldn't exactly have hurt her feelings.
And while her mother had tiptoed around the issue with Jacob, subtlety (for Emma at least) letting him know she wasn't about having any more grandchildren, she had abandoned any pretext of subtlety with her daughters, especially Gina.
Other than the fact she was 36 now, there was no real reason for Deanna to avoid pregnancy, especially when you consider her outstanding physical condition, yet still, she tried to please everyone, including her mother.
