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 clichéd the scenario is in the comments - - you'll be wasting your time and mine.
Everyone involved is 18 or over.
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Annie King stood in her bedroom, staring again and again at the picture and message on her iPhone. The picture showed her older sister, Jessica, naked on her knees, her face and tits covered in cum. Beside her, also naked, were Jessica's two sons, Hank and Lucas, their thick, heavy cocks in her hands, pointed at her tits. Both Jessica and her sons were smiling at the camera, Lucas giving the picture taker two thumbs up.
The message beneath the picture read: "Did it. Your turn. PS - - Kelly took the picture! XXX Jess"
She'd done it - - Jessica had actually fucked both her sons and probably her daughter Kelly as well. Following the admission of Hank last night that he, Lucas and the sons of all the Trophy Wives Club members had long thought about fucking their moms and each others', Annie fully expected both Marie and Samantha to have made a play for their sons already, or if they hadn't, they soon would. Which meant she could be the last of the Club to get in on the action.
Annie slipped out of the jeans and T-shirt she wore and pulled on a tight summer dress, belted at the waist, with buttons that ran from the hem to the low neck line, and only a g-string underneath. She knew her huge, fake tits that her husband Edgar had paid for several years before would shimmy and shake with every step if she went bra-less and that her sons, Bruce and Clark, wouldn't be able to ignore them. But that, of course, was sort of the point. She undid a couple of buttons at the top, the pale, inner slopes of her enormous jugs clearly visible, her stunning cleavage offset by a simple gold chain, the end of which just disappeared between her tits.
Smiling to herself, she headed out of her bedroom and down the wide stairs, into the spacious living room where her two sons sat on the sofa in vests and shorts. They were both fitness fanatics and used the gym their father had bought them on a regular basis, and Annie admired their toned physiques. They'd inherited her good looks, though they were in no way feminine, as well as her dark hair which, like her, they both kept short. Neither of them had been lacking in girlfriends over the last few years though, as far as Annie knew, they were both free agents at the moment.
"Boys?" she asked, walking into the room. They groaned at her use of the word - - Bruce at 19 and Clark at 20 were both convinced they were men now. "I need a favour."
"Awww, mom," Bruce groaned. Clark started to say something similar before he looked up at her, his eyes going wide at her outfit, specifically at the amount of cleavage on display. He sat up quickly, slapping his younger brother on the arm. Bruce turned, saw Annie, and shut up.
"What can we do for you, mom?" Clark asked.
"As you know, my car's in the shop at the moment so I need you to drive me into the city to do some shopping."
"Awww, geez," Bruce groaned a second time, earning him another slap from Clark.
"I know, Bruce: hanging out with your old mom is torture for you," Annie said with a smile. "This time, though, I'm prepared to offer you an incentive."
"What sort of incentive, mom?" Clark asked, trying desperately not to stare at his mother's tits.
"Well Bruce has been on about getting the latest iPhone and I know you want a new high def camcorder or whatever they're called these days." Clark nodded. "Drive me into the city, I'll buy you your new toys, you spend half an hour with me while I shop for some clothes, then drive me home. What do you say?"
"Fine," Bruce said a little reluctantly.
"Sure, mom, no problem," Clark said. "Let me put my sneakers on and get my keys."
"Thank you, darling," she said as Clark ran out of the room. "And Bruce? You never know, you might enjoy today."
"Yeah, sure," he said as he headed to get his own sneakers.
Annie smiled. He had no idea what was coming to him.
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An hour or so later and Bruce was the owner of the latest iPhone complete with half a dozen accessories. Soon after, Clark had picked out a new high definition video recorder, something he'd been hoping to get for some time. As she was paying for it, she quietly asked the shop assistant if it worked straight out of the pack.
"I'm afraid not," the young woman said. "The battery needs to charge for at least twenty four hours."
"Hmmm, that's what I thought." She glanced over her shoulder at where Bruce and Clark were inspecting before turning back to the assistant, opening her purse. "Tell you what, if you could swap out the new battery for the one from the display model you were showing us, I could see my way to giving you a generous tip. Maybe a hundred in cash just for you?"
"Consider it done," the assistant asked said, opening the backs of both recorders and swapping the batteries. "Any reason you need this done right now?"
"Well, there's no telling what those two might see that they want to record," Annie said. The assistant dropped her gaze to the expanse of tit meat Annie was displaying and then back up at her, grinning as Annie winked.
"Mom, are we about done here?" Bruce called from a few aisles over.
"Mom?" the assistant queried.
Annie shrugged, the movement making her big tits jiggle slightly. "What can I say? I can't resist my boys."
The assistant smirked at her. "Can't say I blame you," she said quietly, handing Annie the recorder with the fully charged battery inside. "They're both hunks and they probably love getting their hands on those puppies," she said, nodding down to Annie's huge tits.
"To be honest, they haven't yet, but will have by the end of the day if all goes to plan."
"What plan?" Clark asked as he arrived at the counter.
