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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"Thomas, darling?" Marie called from the foot of the stairs. "Bill and I are heading out to the cinema now. It's a long film so no need to wait up, okay?"
The faint sound of her husband's half-asleep assent drifted down to where the buxom redhead stood with her tall, muscular son.
"Looks like your dad's almost asleep already," Marie said quietly, turning to her son, smiling as he pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
"So why don't we stay home and fool around?" Bill said, one hand sliding down and cupping his mom's ass, the other reaching up and gently squeezing one of her huge tits. "I'd much rather watch you than any movie, mom."
"Mmmm, I know you would, honey," Marie said, "but I really want to get to this showing, so we'd better move."
She pulled away from her son and headed out the door, grabbing her keys as she went. A little disappointed, Bill followed after her, trying to walk straight while making his hardening dick comfortable in his jeans.
Marie drove them into town and they parked up before walking the couple of blocks to the cinema. As it was a late night weekend showing, the streets were filled with party goers and people heading to and from bars and clubs. Bill lost count of the amount of men - young and old - who called out to his mom, whistling and hooting, but they didn't try anything, probably put off by Bill's muscular physique.
It was no wonder she was attracting attention, though - Marie had her long red hair pulled back into a ponytail and the dark blue T-shirt she wore was stretched tight over her huge, round tits that jiggled with her every step as she was clearly bra-less. Her skirt came to mid thigh but was tight, showing off her pert, firm ass cheeks and most of her long, firm legs.
Bill had always thought his mother was attractive but over the last few weeks, since they'd started having sex, he loved her looking both gorgeous and slutty at the same time, particularly when she dressed like it for him.
Bill leaned down and pulled her close, whispering in her ear. "God, mom, all these guys want to fuck you."
"You're the only man who gets to fuck me tonight, honey," she whispered back, making Bill grin.
The guy behind the counter at the cinema couldn't help checking her out when they bought their tickets, sneaking glances at her huge tits as he rang up their bill. He made a mistake twice he was so flustered, making Bill and Marie laugh, before he finally got the right amount and handed over their tickets.
"Enjoy yourself, dude," he said quietly to Bill as Marie led him away.
The cinema was in half light, waiting for the advertisements and trailers to begin, with perhaps a dozen or so people already in their seats.
"Where do you want to sit, mom?" Bill whispered.
"Call me old fashioned, but we're heading to the back row, honey," Marie said, taking his arm and walking up the steps to the back of the cinema, moving sideways along the row to the middle seats. The nearest people - an older couple - were five or six rows in front of them.
They sat and listened to the cheesy pop music for a while, Marie running her hand along her son's thigh before reaching up to his crotch and grabbing the thick log of his prick through his jeans.
"Mmmm, is this all for Mommy?" she whispered into his ear.
"Uh-huh," he said quietly.
"Mmmm, lucky Mommy," Marie said, kissing him. They made out for a while, her fingers running along the ridge of his cock, feeling it harden and lengthen until it was practically poking him in the hip.
"Do you want to take it out, mom?" he whispered, reaching up and cupping her big tits. To his surprise, Marie took his hand and placed it back on the arm of the chair, ignoring his question. Instead, she leaned closer and kissed him deeply, still gripping and rubbing at his cock through his jeans.
They made out in silence, Marie knocking his hand back once more when he tried to grope her tits, until the lights went down and the adverts started, the room filling with the sound of the latest car and candy for sale.
"Why can't I touch you, mom?" Bill whispered.
"You can, just not yet," Marie said with a smile, angling her body closer to him, pushing her big tits against his arm, making him moan in pleasure and disappointment.
"You're such a tease," he whispered, kissing her again, enjoying the feel of her tits pressed against him and her hand that ran up and down his boner. They continued making out, Bill concentrating solely on what his mom was doing, so much so that he didn't notice someone walking sideways towards them from the other aisle.
"Mind if I join in?" a voice whispered in his ear on the opposite side to his mother.
Bill jumped a little and turned, grinning as he saw his "auntie" Samantha sitting next to him.
