These stories will feature mature mothers with big, fake breasts enjoying the over-sized endowments of their sons. If that's not something you want to read then go find something else on this excellent site.
Feedback is appreciated but don't bitch about how unrealistic or cliched the scenario is in the comments - - you'll be wasting your time and mine.
Everyone involved is 18 or over.
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Marie Summers stood in her large lounge watching her son Bill working in the garden. They had gardeners, of course, but Bill was a conscientious young man of 18 who believed in doing his fair share around the house. Despite his father's wealth, Bill was already looking for jobs, wanting to prove himself rather than rely on inherited money. For this and many other reasons, Marie was very proud of her son.
Which is why she was hesitating about trying to seduce him.
Only the night before, she and her friends Jessica, Samantha and Annie had gone to a private sex club where young studs serviced MILFs like them. They'd all been surprised to find Jessica's youngest son Hank working there, though that hadn't stopped Marie fucking and sucking him as the others - - including his mother - - watched. While Jessica had been shocked to find him there, let alone watching the pair of them fuck, Marie suspected that it wouldn't take the horny housewife long to succumb to the desire to sample her son's impressive prick. And once she did, Marie would put money on the fact of Jessica fucking her other son Lucas as well.
After screwing Hank, he'd admitted that he and his friends, the sons of the four MILFs, had all secretly harboured desires to fuck each others' mothers for years. Hardly surprising as the four of them, known in the neighbourhood as the Trophy Wives Club of Colonial Street, were all gorgeous, their natural beauty having been enhanced by the best plastic surgeons. Each of them sported a pair of huge, fake breasts that could have put them on the cover of Score magazine or won them a leading role in a porno. Their husbands, though, were all older than their wives and, over the years, took less and less notice of them.
Marie's husband Thomas - - who was actually Bill's step-father - - was currently out enjoying the weekend on his yacht, possibly with one of the teenage bimbos he employed in his firm. Marie certainly didn't begrudge him his flings; she indulged her own passions whenever she could, as she had last night with Jessica's son.
Which made her think of her own son once more.
Bill had turned 18 two weeks before, the same day Marie had turned 36. She'd been something of a wild child in her teenage years and ended up pregnant in high school, giving birth to Bill on her own eighteenth birthday. Meeting Thomas a few years later, she'd married him and settled down, bringing up her son as best she could. Thomas was almost twenty years her senior and was already rich and Marie loved the life they had.
Now, finding out from Hank that Bill and the others all secretly lusted after her and the other members of the Trophy Wives Club, made her look at her son in a whole new light.
He was good looking, and had inherited Marie's pale skin and red hair, though his was more blonde than her own fiery locks. He followed his biological father - - a football player - - and was tall and muscular, a full head taller than Marie's own 5' 2". And now, for the first time, Marie wondered whether he'd inherited his father's cock as well; the football player had been hung like a horse. And would he, as Hank had, admit to wanting to fuck his own mother?
"I guess there's only one way to find out," she said to herself. She headed out into the garden, shielding her eyes from the sun and called out to him.
"Hey mom, how's it going? You have a good time out last night?" Bill asked, downing tools and walking over to her.
"Pretty good," Marie said, smiling at the thought of fucking Hank. "I was wondering if you'd like to head out for lunch with your old mom,"
"Yeah, sure," Bill said with genuine pleasure. While he could never be described as a "mommy's boy" he made no secret of his love for his mother and would happily spend time with her. "Where do you want to go?"
"I was thinking maybe Zefferini's out near the beach?" she said, knowing Bill loved the food there.
"I'm definitely up for that," Bill said.
"Great. Want to drive the Audi?"
"Really? Wow, thanks, mom," Bill said. His father hardly ever let him touch the big saloon car even since he'd turned 18. "What's the occasion?"
"Think of it as a late birthday present," Marie said, stepping on tip-toes and pecking him on the cheek. "Go get showered and changed and we'll grab an early lunch."
Twenty minutes later, with Bill dressed in a shirt and slacks while Marie had changed into a simple but elegant skirt and a blouse with maybe one or two more buttons undone than was really necessary, Bill drove the big Audi out of their drive and headed out to the coast road. Throughout the drive, Marie let Bill enjoy driving the car, something he'd wanted to do for some time, while she wondered whether or not she was really going to be able to seduce him. The night before, Hank had said that all the sons wanted to fuck each others' mothers but what if Bill drew the line at screwing his own?
"Lost in thought there, mom," Bill said, tapping her on the shoulder.
Marie was surprised to find he'd pulled up in the parking lot of Zefferini's; she been so absorbed she'd missed the whole drive.
"Sorry, honey," she said. "I was miles away."
"Thinking about anything in particular?"
"Just how much I love you," she said playfully, reaching over and mussing his hair up.
"Hey, quit it," he said with a laugh before leaning over and pecking her on the cheek. "Just as well I love you too, mom," he said. Their gazes locked and they paused, staring into each other's eyes, only a couple of inches separating them. For just a second Marie thought he was going to kiss her on the mouth - - then he slid back into his seat and got out of the car.
"Shall we head inside?" he asked, Marie noticing he seemed a little embarrassed.
"Let's walk along the beach path first, shall we?" she said.
They headed over to the gated entrance to the beach path that ran from the parking lot down to the beach. Beyond the stretch of sand, it ran through a naturally formed tunnel that burrowed through the headland before coming out the other side to another beach where it then looped up and back towards the restaurant. As they stepped through the gate, Marie put her arm through Bill's.
"Sure you won't mind being seen with your old mom?" she asked.
"You're not old, mom," Bill said, his momentary embarrassment gone. "You know I like hanging out with you any time."
"That's very kind of you, honey," Marie said as they stepped on to the sandy path. "Most young men your age wouldn't want to spend time with their mom."
"Most guys my age don't have a hot mom like you," Bill said without thinking.
"Really? What about Hank and Lucas? Don't you think auntie Jessica's hot? Or auntie Annie or Samantha?" All the women and their respective sons had been friends for so long, they were all unofficial aunts to each other's boys.
"Well sure," Bill said as they walked along the beach. "No-one would deny they're all really good looking and they've got killer bodies, but - - "
"But what, honey?" Marie asked.
