This is a lighthearted and not very serious attempt to explain why all the characters in my stories have big tits and big dicks.
As with all my stuff, this will feature large breasted women having sex with big dicked men with plenty of anal and cumshots. Consider this your warning about the content so don't bother complaining about yet another story on Literotica featuring huge tits and dicks -- if that isn't your thing, then stop reading now and leave the rest of us to enjoy ourselves.
As always, everyone is 18 or over.
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"You are full of shit," Mark said.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," Luke said with a shrug. "I guess we'll find out over the next day or two."
Mark frowned at his cousin, looking from him to the papers spread out on the table in front of them, and back to him.
Luke smiled. "You're starting to believe me, aren't you?" he said.
"You're saying our moms are part of an experiment started in the 70's, and which has continued to this day, to produce almost constantly horny, super-fucking-hot MILFs who are attracted to their sons once the sons turn 18?" Mark said.
"Crazy, right?" Luke said. "But it's all there, all the research, all the notes I've found on the web and shit," he added, pointing to the papers. "Some guy called Professor Nicholson started up this secret Eros Project in the 70's, supposedly to give women better figures. Years later, those women were either widowed or divorced and ended up banging their grown-up sons. And every one of those women were slim and stacked like you wouldn't believe."
"You're right, I don't," Mark said. He flicked through the papers on the dining room table, admiring the photos of the women his cousin said were part of some weird project. He had to admit, they were all gorgeous and all had really big tits.
Just like his own mom. Just like Luke's mom. Just like most every mother of his friends on the football team.
His mom, Angela, was drop dead gorgeous, that was no lie. He had never admitted to anyone, even Luke, how many times he'd fantasised about her. His mom was blonde, slim, with huge, soccer ball sized tits that somehow managed not to sag, and a round ass that he'd stared at so many times. His dad had died ten years before in a car accident and since then, it had just been him and his mom.
Her sister, Victoria, Luke's mom, was almost her twin despite being a year younger than her. A little shorter, she was just as blonde, and just as stacked as Angela. She had divorced Luke's dad years before and had raised the computer nerd on her own. Another secret Mark had kept from his cousin was how often his Aunt Vicky featured in his fantasies.
The two boys had grown up together almost as brothers, having been born only days apart. Mark, the athletic jock had turned 18 just two weeks ago, while Luke, who had grown up to be the brains of the pair, had celebrated his own eighteenth a week later.
Now, sat in Luke's dining room, Mark looked again at the research his cousin had presented him with. The Eros Project was, Luke had claimed, the reason why their moms -- and most every mom of their friends -- looked like they'd walked out of a porno.
Luke stood and looked out of the window.
"Tell me, Mark," he said, beckoning his cousin over. "You really think I'm making this shit up when both our moms look like that?"
Luke's mom was mowing the back lawn, pushing the electric mower over the grass, under the hot afternoon sun. She wore a pair of sneakers, some denim cut offs that barely covered the pert cheeks of her ass, and a black bikini top that did nothing to restrain the movement of her huge tits as they jiggled as she mowed, sweat running down over the firm mounds. She looked up to see them watching and waved at them, her big jugs moving back and fore.
Luke waved back while Mark quickly returned to the table.
"She's been wearing outfits like that for the last week or so," Luke said with a smile. "And man, has she been flirting with me!"
"You're imagining it, man," Mark said, thinking of his own mom. Had her T-shirts become tighter over the last couple of weeks? Her skirts shorter? Had she been a lot more attentive to him? "I should get going."
"Sure, no worries," Luke said. He gathered together his papers and put them in the manila folder marked Eros. "Don't fight it, man," he said. "Whatever happens, happens."
Mark shook his head. "You are so full of shit," he said with a smile. "See you tomorrow, maybe."
After Mark had left, Luke stood in the dining room, flicking through the files he'd pulled off the internet, smiling at the photos of the big-titted moms who'd unknowingly been part of Professor Allison's crazy experiment. According to the Professor's own research, they'd all ended up fucking their sons and, when they had them, their daughters, too. And, Luke noted with a big grin, when the mothers had sisters of their own, they'd been more than happy to fuck them, too.
"What's got you so happy?" Vicky asked as she walked into the room, smiling at her son.
"Oh, just hoping some research of mine is going to pay off, soon," Luke said, looking his mom up and down. Her ankles and lower legs were covered with grass cuttings and sweat ran down her neck and over her huge, bikini-clad tits. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and lay flat against her back.
"Well I'm going to grab a shower," Vicky said, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek. She stared at him for a moment, their faces close, noses almost touching, both of them smiling.
"Want me to scrub your back?" he asked suddenly, surprising himself and his mom.
"I don't know," Vicky asked with a smile. "I've worked up quite a sweat. I'd need a really big loofah. Do you have a big loofah for Mommy?"
Luke gulped, his bravado suddenly disappearing.
"That's okay," his mom said, stepping back. "I can probably manage. See you in a little while." She headed out of the room, her ass wiggling in her skin-tight denim shorts, Luke watching all the while.
"Shit," he whispered when she'd gone. "Is this happening?"
Ten minutes later, he sat in his bedroom, his Eros Project folder beside him, listening to the shower running down the hall. Should he have walked in? Did his mother want him to do that? Was all his research about the Eros Project really coming to fruition? Despite his assurances to Mark, he found himself in doubt.
"Luke, honey?" his mother's voice called from the bathroom. The shower had stopped.
"Yes, Mom?" he called back.
"I've forgotten to bring a towel in with me. Could you bring me one?"
Luke gulped again. "Holy shit," he said. "It
