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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When Samantha and Franklin pulled up outside their house it was just in time to see Trina, Adam's girlfriend, storm out, slamming the door behind her. Without saying a word to them, she got in her own car and sped off down the street.
"She didn't look happy," Franklin said as they entered the house. "Adam? You here, son?" he called out.
"In the kitchen, dad," Adam called in reply. Franklin and Samantha walked in to find him sat at the large table, a slightly bemused look on his face. Samantha smiled as she took in his large, muscular frame which was barely hidden beneath a white vest top and a small pair of shorts. She winked as he looked up at her.
"We just saw Trina leave in a hurry," Franklin said. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Just - - we broke up," Adam said with a shrug.
"Really? After all these years?" his father said. Adam and Trina had dated since high school and, as far as Franklin knew, they'd been set to get married at some point.
"Well, there's plenty more fish in the sea, right?" Samantha said as she walked past him, squeezing his shoulder in a comforting manner before fixing herself a cold drink.
"Do you - - do you need to - - ahh - - talk about it?" Franklin asked, clearly uncomfortable at the prospect.
"I could do with talking it over, dad," Adam said, almost laughing at his father's terrified expression. "I think Sammie might be better, though," he said. "If that's okay?"
"No, no, perfectly understandable," Franklin said with barely disguised relief. "Maybe the pair of you could, ah, head out somewhere? You know, away from the scene of the, ah, scene of the crime. So to speak."
"Oh Franklin, hush," Samantha said. "Don't talk about it like that. But it's not a bad idea, getting out of the house. If you'll give me a minute to get changed we can get going."
"And maybe you can get dressed as well?" Franklin said to Adam.
"No, I think he's okay," Samantha said. "I was thinking of heading to the beach, anyway."
Half an hour later, Samantha and her step-son Adam sat in her car as she drove them down the street. She wore a large, old T-shirt over a bikini top that was almost visible through the faded cotton of her top, the collar of which was so large it kept slipping over one of her shoulders, exposing the tops of her round, big tits. Other than that, Adam could only see a pair of shorts that were cut way up high on her thighs.
"So where are we going - - Mom?" he asked with a broad, simple grin.
"You like calling me Mom when we're alone, don't you sweetheart?" Samantha asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Is - - is that okay?"
"It's perfect, sweetheart. Mommy really likes it," she said, winking at him. "And as far as where we're going, Mommy's going to take us to a quiet little place she knows and, as long as no-one's there, we're going to have some naughty fun."
"Like yesterday, Mom?" Adam asked, thinking back to the first time they had sex.
"Oh yes, just like yesterday - - only Mommy plans on being a whole lot naughtier," Samantha said, reaching over and sliding her hand up the leg of his shorts, her fingers finding the big, spongy head of his cock, already half-hard. Adam moved round in his seat, allowing her to lean across a little, her hand now wrapped round his length. "Mmmm, such a big cock for Mommy," she sighed, grinning as she felt it buck and deliver a thick stream of pre-cum over her hand.
She withdrew her hand and, as he watched, sucked and licked the clear fluid from her fingers and palm.
"Mommy loves how you taste, sweetheart," she said, making a show of smacking her lips clean. "But you'd best keep that for later." Adam pouted a little which made her smile and slide her hand back up his shorts to rub at his cock head again. "You just wait, sweetheart," she said.
Samantha took them out to the beach but further along than Adam normally went with his friends, leaving the usual places that were frequented by townsfolk and tourists behind. She eventually pulled off the highway and drove out to a small parking lot that looked as though it had last been maintained in the 1950's. There was a ramshackle guard hut that obviously hadn't been used in years, the paint marking the spaces had all but worn away, and most of the lot's cracked surface was covered in sand.
"Good, didn't think there'd be anyone here," Samantha said, parking up and getting out. "Would you give Mommy a hand carrying some things, sweetheart?" she asked Adam as he got out. She opened the trunk and between them they fished out two fold-up sun loungers, a cooler and Samantha's beach bag. Together they walked out of the lot, down some old steps and on to the warm sand of the beach that was deserted even though it was still early afternoon.
Finding a spot that was hidden from the parking lot, they pitched up their sun loungers. As Samantha stripped off her T-shirt, Adam's gaze instantly fixed on her huge tits. The perfect, round orbs sat high on her chest, the cleavage between them wide as gravity pulled them slightly to the sides, the tiny dark bikini top offering no real support. It was just a couple of triangles of dark cloth covering her small, hard nipples, linked together by thin lines of cotton.
"You like Mommy's bikini, sweetheart?" she asked Adam, noticing his blatant stare. He nodded and smiled. "Really? Or do you like Mommy's big titties?" she asked, cupping her huge, fake mounds and pushing them together.
"Both, Mom," Adam said.
"If I'm going to do some sunbathing," Samantha said, groping her own tits, "I'm not going to want any tan lines. What do you think, Adam? Should Mommy take her little bikini off. Would you be okay with seeing Mommy's naked, big tits?"
Adam nodded eagerly and watched as Samantha tugged on the knots at the side, quickly throwing the tiny piece of material away, revealing her huge mounds to his gaze. She cupped them again, bringing first one then the other close to her face, flicking her tongue out and over her nipples, watching him the entire time.
"What do you think, sweetheart? Does Mommy have nice big tits?"
