Sharmila
I was not able to sleep for last few days. The single thought that kept running through my mind was my son Arjun ravaging my sister-in-law Sangita. I kept imagining his hard bull sized cock entering the wet depth of his middle-aged conjugal partner. No matter how much I fingered myself, thinking about getting the same pleasure for myself, it just felt unsatisfactory.
I needed my son Arjun.
I needed him so bad.
Am I a bad mother?
At this point of time do I really care?
I had made up my mind that I have to convince my son to become my lover. If I have to seduce the poor teenager and make his mind jelly, I am going to fucking do that.
I was positive my big teardrop milky white lactating tits can do its magic like they have always done and before long I would be in the arms of my strong son getting ravished like a cheap whore.
My skin still radiated a golden hue and if I put my mind into it, I can definitely look as stunning as Sangita.
The night before
Arjun
As I attempted to once more pierce my classmate's puny canal, only eight inches of my 13-inch cock could sheathe themselves in her warmth before I completely and utterly bottomed out.
"OHHHH GOD! God, baby, you fill me so good, oh God... fuck me, fuck me..." she entered a low-functioning trance as her ravaging continued. I did my duty, mindlessly thrusting as my mind wandered to the accounting mismatch on our books, I had been putting off all week. I had to do that tomorrow.
Despite her best efforts, I knew I wasn't going to cum tonight. Not from this. Her pussy was too shallow, her other ministrations not particularly effective in her near-catatonic state. Her nails raked up and down my chest, a motion so repetitive it started to hurt.
As we remained in missionary, her trance state all-consuming, I brought a thumb down to lightly tease and then vigorously massage her clit. That did her in. With a gasp she came once more; her body locked up completely, and the poor girl passed out.
I gently withdrew my aching cock from her teen cunt. I sighed as I trudged to the bathroom, leaving the warmth of my full bed. My cock was dripping precum in teaspoons, and I cursed when one of the drops slipped through my fingers and splattered onto the wood floor in my room.
"Shit" I whispered. I'd have to clean that up later.
I entered the bathroom and turned on the light, briefly dazzled by the sudden change in light. I looked at myself in the mirror, shaking my head at my bizarre porn-star body. Six foot three, 210 pounds of lean muscle with a semi-erect member that seemed to reach my knees.
I had shaggy brown hair that fell around my ears, but otherwise there wasn't much hair elsewhere on my body- I was always a bit insecure about that. I was still rather boyish, but had chiseled features where it counted. Ultimately, I can't say I have much to complain about.
The one thing I did have to complain about was rapidly deflating, so I quickly began stroking it back to full hardness. Nine, ten and then full thirteen inches of wrist-thick meat stood proudly throbbing over a pair of balls that rivaled oranges on a good day, but right now they were pushing grapefruit size.
I was seriously backed up.
My cock, the size of which most would refuse to believe, is a serious hassle. Resting at a flaccid nine inches, I need to hold it in my hand when I take a shit. Loose shorts are an absolute no-no, and I've spent pretty much my entire post-pubescent life in compression shorts.
This is also a problem, since I get boners near-constantly, and my balls swell up like balloons if I don't cum at least six or seven times a day. When I haven't cum for four or so hours, I literally get a perpetual half-chub that leaks precum and stains all my clothes. Every morning I wake up with cum-stained sheets.
What would I have done without Sharmila, my loving aunt, my sex slave and my crazy passionate partner?
These young horny cunts which pass off as my dumb classmates can't simply compare to my lustful ripe aunt with her hot juicy leaking canal.
A pair of enormous, impossible tits, the tabooest pair of breasts imaginable, flashed in my mind.
My mother Sharmila!
Gravity-defying, teardrop-shaped globes that bounced with every infinitesimal movement. Breasts that made the concept of a blouse reaching a woman's waist seem impossible. Nipples that made every bra their bitch. All of this on a woman of unparalleled beauty, who just had to be my own mother.
I ejaculated quickly and with great force, unexpectedly splattering the mirror with my jism before I directed the rest of my never-ending spray into the toilet. I shuddered with glee as I sprayed quarts of spunk into my overworked sewage system.
It was just what I needed. Unfortunately, getting there without images of a certain someone was becoming increasingly difficult.
Sharmila
The screams echoing from my son's room surely had my husband rolling in his grave. Or, perhaps more optimistically, cheering on his admittedly gifted son.
Me, though? They just had me feeling vaguely riled up, tossing and turning even as my boobs protested every movement. I threw my covers off, feeling hot all over as still the teen girl's screams reverberated through the household.
None of this would be happening if Sangita hadn't had to go to that funeral along with the rest of my family.
Sadly, that meant noisy girlfriends.
"GOD, ARJUN, YOUR COCK IS SO FUCKING MASSIVE!" the girl cried out.
"We get it, my son is massively hung!" I quietly called out to the whopping no one in my room. I liked the girl well enough, but sometimes it almost felt like she did it on purpose. Some girls can't help but show off what they've managed to nail down.
Infuriatingly, my pussy was aching. It didn't help that they were doing this while I was insanely horny. I reached around my stupidly large tits to paw at my panties- absolutely soaked. God, was that all it took for me now? I was already gushing just at the thought of sex- definitely not the specific participants in the other room.
I should explain about my milky tits. They're dumb. They're the size of fucking watermelons, so big that I haven't seen my navel while standing up for a long time. I've pretty much given up on legitimate bra sizes, but my tailor says they'd be about a P-cup. They're pretty perky, thank God, protruding from my torso about a foot and a half while still hanging to a little below my belly button in a sort of teardrop shape. Right now, they're both resting on my bed, sliding off my torso like two glaciers carving out a new valley. Even if my tits are stupid, I have to admit I love how the weight of them feels, lying in bed like this.
My nipples are ridiculous as well- about an inch and a half when I'm really aroused (like right now), they look more like corks than fucking nipples. They're pliant but firm, rounded off around the edges but still oddly cylindrical, and absolutely fucking freaky when compared with any normal person in the world.
Still, I can't deny how good they feel, and as such I brought by left hand to my left nipple as my right continued massaging my cunt. If I was doing this, I might as well go all the way. I lightly moaned as more and more cunt juices soaked through my panties and began pooling in my sheets. My pussy is absurdly productive- just another way in which I am extremely abnormal, sexually speaking.
As I massaged my sensitive spots, moaning with increasing intensity, I thought of Arjun's father. He was good looking enough, and pleasant to be around. We used to have sex for hours daily and yet I would demand more. My sex drive has hardly gone down with passing years and Arjun's hunky presence only makes me more restless.
