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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Sunday morning found the members of the Trophy Wives Club of Colonial Street where all good, respectable rich wives should be: sat next to their husbands in the first couple of rows at the local church. They listened to the vicar drone on and sang along as their husbands held the hymn sheets for them, all the while sneaking glances at each other and nodding slightly when they caught one another's eyes.
When the service finished, they filed out slowly with the other townsfolk, saying good morning and hello to those they knew. Eventually, their husbands gravitated to a spot on the lawn and started talking business and golf, leaving Jessica, Marie, Samantha and Annie to drift over to another, quiet area away from everyone else.
"Well?" Marie asked, her green eyes sparkling. "Did anyone else have a fun Saturday?"
The four MILFs looked around each other, smiling broadly.
"I did it," Samantha said, almost jumping up and down with glee. "I let Adam fuck me and I loved it!"
"Not so loud," Marie said with a laugh, looking over at where their husbands stood, oblivious to their conversation. She looked at the others and smiled. "I did it too. Bill fucked me in his dad's car."
"I had both my boys," Annie said. "They DP'd me in the changing room at Jay's Sweet Things."
"Little Anal Annie getting fucked up the ass, what a surprise," Jessica said giving her a hug, using her sister's old college nickname.
"And what about you, Jess?" Marie asked. "Friday night you weren't too happy with Hank fucking me at the club. Anything change?"
Jessica paused for a moment, almost blushing. "I had Hank by the pool on Saturday morning. Then Kelly came home and caught us."
"Oh my God, what did you do?" Samantha asked.
"We both fucked her," Jessica said. "And when Lucas got home and found us fucking in the kitchen, he joined in."
"So you've had all three of your kids?" Samantha asked in surprise. "In one day?"
"I told you she'd come round," Marie said to the others. The four rich MILFs paused and mentally took stock. They'd each fucked their sons - - and in Jessica's case her daughter as well - - and knew that their sons wanted to fuck every member of the Trophy Wives Club, just as they in turn wanted to fuck each other's sons.
"So you don't have a problem with incest anymore?" Annie asked her sister, slipping her arm around her waist and pulling her close, their huge tits squashing together. Hidden from the sight of passersby by Marie and Samantha, Annie reached up and cupped one of Jessica's firm, fake mounds, feeling her nipple harden beneath her hand.
"Damn right I don't," Jessica said, slipping a finger down the front of Annie's dress and between her big, round tits.
"And you're obviously not hesitant anymore about making it with girls, either," Marie said, stepping closer to the sisters and slipping a hand between them, pulling Jessica away from Annie and into her own arms. "Which is good, because I have been desperate to eat your pussy for years," she said, hugging her, glancing down as their big tits ballooned out the top of their dresses.
"And I can't wait to get my hands on those tits of yours," Jessica said, smiling into Marie's green eyes.
"What are you four planning?" Jessica's husband Henry asked as he and the other men wandered over.
"Just planning our next little get together, dear," Jessica said, stepping out of Marie's arms and putting her own through her husband's. "Shall we get home? Lord know what our kids have been up to together while we've been in church."
"Hmph. I bet Kelly's been parading that new figure of hers by the pool. If she's had any boys over to ogle her, there'll be hell to pay."
"Oh don't worry. I'm sure both her brothers will be taking real good care of her," Jessica said, winking to her girlfriends. "I'll be in touch, girls," she said and walked off with her husband.
Annie left with Edgar and Samantha with Franklin; Marie's husband Thomas was out on his yacht and had telephoned her that morning to say he wouldn't be back until past sundown that night. So she waited at the kerb and, a few minutes later, her son Bill pulled up driving his father's Audi.
"Morning, ma'am," he said, doffing an imaginary hat. "Can I offer you a lift?"
Marie climbed in, her skirt riding up on her smooth, bare thighs, Bill staring at them before he looked up at the tight blue blouse that stretched across her huge tits.
"Thank you sir," she said as he pulled away from the kerb and drove down the street. "I do hope a lift isn't all I'm going to get from you," she said, reaching over and cupping the big bulge in his trousers, feeling his cock grow hard in her hand.