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.
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Everyone involved is 18 or over.
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"Are you going to cum soon?"
Samantha Moore paused outside her step-son's bedroom door, her hand raised to knock on it. She'd been about to find out whether Adam's girlfriend Trina was staying for dinner but hearing her words, Samantha figured Trina had something else on her mind. Although, she though, Trina hadn't exactly sounded excited.
"Yeah," gasped Adam.
Samantha had married her husband Franklin after he'd divorced Adam's mother and she and her step-son had always gotten on despite there being only six years between Samantha's 29 and his 23 years of age. He was a good, sweet natured young man who had been the star football player but not the best academically; Samantha privately wondered if his slightly simple nature was the result of a few too many knocks on the head while playing. Trina and he had been seeing each other since high school when she had been on the cheerleading squad but, if she were honest, Samantha worried that Trina was just exploiting Adam's kindness to get at his money.
"Good. Put the condom on." Trina said as though she were following a recipe.
Samantha thought for the briefest of seconds before quietly opening the door a crack and peeping in, curious to see what was happening.
Trina sat on the bed beside Adam whose back rested against the wall, legs spread, his jeans and underwear around his ankles. She was fully clothed and, Samantha saw, wore a latex glove on one hand which she held out away from her body. Trina watched, an expression of distaste on her face, as Adam fumbled with a condom, pulling the rubber sheath over the mammoth cock that sprung from his crotch.
"Jesus that's big," Samantha whispered, her eyes going wide. Her step-son's prick was easily as large as Hank's that she briefly held and sucked on before Marie had fucked him. Adam was a big man, full of muscle and had a cock to match.
When he'd pulled the rubber over his length, Trina reached out with her gloved hand and began to jerk him off in a steady, businesslike manner, her look of distaste mixing with one of boredom.
"I thought you were close? My arm's getting tired," she said, actually checking her watch while she jerked him off.
"Nearly - - nearly - - there!" Adam gasped, his prick swelling as it began spurting a load into the condom. Samantha watched entranced as the bulb at the end grew larger with the first spurt than she'd ever seen a full condom and she wasn't entirely surprised when, with the second pulse and twitch of Adam's cock, the bulb stretched and burst, sending spunk all over Adam's crotch and Trina's hand.
"Eeeeewww!" she cried, snatching her hand back and whipping the glove off. She grabbed a T-shirt of Adam's from the floor and frantically wiped her arm clean.
With a groan, Adam grabbed his cock and stroked it, the huge knob still spewing out jizz as he closed his eyes and grinned in pleasure, spunk running down his prick as it continued pouring out what seemed like a pint of the thick, white liquid.
"Jesus, Adam," Trina moaned in disgust, standing up and moving away from him. "Why do you always cum like that? It's horrible," she said, still wiping at her arm.
"Can't help it," Adam mumbled as his cock finally slowed it's emission, leaving his crotch a soaked, sticky mess.
"Well make the most of it," Trina said quietly, though loud enough for Samantha to hear. "When we're married I won't be doing that anymore."
"What did you say, honey bunch?" Adam asked, a dreamy smile still on his face. Samantha noticed his cock was still hard and in his hand.
"Nothing," Trina said, throwing his T-shirt on the floor, screwing up her face as she looked at him. "I'm going home. You might want to get cleaned up."
Samantha quickly stepped away from the door and hurried along the hall to her bedroom, which was next door to her husband's, slipping inside and peeking out. She saw Trina hurry away, still obviously annoyed at Adam, and head down the stairs, the main doors closing soon after.
"Didn't even shout out a goodbye," Samantha said to herself. When she heard Trina's car drive off, Samantha headed into her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was short, exactly five feet tall and had long blonde hair that fell straight to her tiny waist even when she had it loosely pulled back. She turned slightly and looked at her small, round ass that looked good in anything, even the slightly baggy sweatpants she wore at the moment. Putting her hands on her hips, she thrust her chest out and smiled as the zipped hooded sweatshirt almost groaned under the strain of the huge, fake tits that her husband, Franklin, had bought for her. She breathed in and the zip gave out, undoing itself down to the middle of her flat, trim stomach, revealing the inner slopes and cleavage of her huge tits.
Compared with her, Trina was a tall, skinny, beanpole with no curves. Samantha couldn't see why Adam had stuck with her all these years. Thinking back to the previous night in the club, she remembered admitting that she wanted to fuck him, a desire that had grown more and more over the previous year or two. Now that she'd seen his cock, she knew she had to have him.
She quickly stripped off her clothes and rummaged in her closet, picking out a tiny miniskirt that seemed little more than a wide belt and which clung to her round, pert ass. A tight T-shirt with a V-neckline that exposed her massive cleavage and was small enough to leave her midriff bare was her only other item of clothing. She didn't think she'd need any underwear for what she had in mind.
"Adam, honey? You have a moment?" she asked a few minutes later, knocking on his door.
"Sure, Sammie, come on in," he said.
Samantha entered and found him sat in exactly the same position as she'd seen him in fifteen minutes before: back against the wall, legs spread. The only difference was that he'd obviously used his shower as his hair was damp and he wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. She licked her lips as she looked at his large, muscular torso and the obvious bulge in his crotch.
He dropped his X-box controller, pausing the game on his TV as he did so, and turned to look at his step-mother, grinning at her outfit.
"Wow, you look sexy," he said with a big smile. In his plain, straight forward way, he'd always given her compliments without ever intimating anything more.
"Thank you," Samantha said. She climbed on to the bed beside him where she'd seen Trina sitting, getting up close to him, her huge tits pushing into his broad arm. "Can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure, Sammie. What's up?" Adam asked.
"Well, it's kinda personal," she said. "It's about Trina and you."
"Oh, okay," Adam said, the same big grin on his face.
"You and me have always gotten on, haven't we? And I don't want to make things weird between us by talking about this."
"That's okay, Sammie. I like you just fine and don't think things would ever be weird between us." Adam said.
