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 clichΓ©d the scenario is in the comments - - you'll be wasting your time and mine.
Everyone involved is 18 or over.
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Dr North sat in his armchair, his laptop on his knees, his IM software up and running, waiting for Jessica to message him. He glanced at the clock - - just a couple of minutes to five in the afternoon - - and grinned, sipping his whisky. Everything had gone according to plan. He'd managed to install a security camera on the exterior wall of Jessica's house, capturing her, her sons and her daughter all fucking together near their pool. That was the leverage he needed - - not blackmail - - but persuade her to help him get together with his late patient's wife, Samantha.
Samantha's late husband Franklin had refused Dr North permission to take his much younger trophy wife as a patient, denying him even the slightest chance to get his hand on those wonderful, huge fake tits of hers. He'd wanted her for so long, lusted after her as many of Franklin's friends and colleagues had, and now he had the chance. Finding out, purely by accident, that not only was Samantha fucking her step-son Adam, but that Jessica was fucking her own sons allowed him to put a plan together that was just one step away from completion. A plan which would finally let him fuck Samantha.
And if he ended up screwing Jessica along the way - - well, that was just an added bonus.
He glanced at the clock on his laptop - - 5:01. Jessica was late. She was meant to message him at 5 so they could arrange a time and place to meet up the next day.
Just a minute later, Jessica logged in and sent him a message.
>>Well, here I am.<< she typed.
>>So glad you could join me<< he replied using the user name drbt. >>Have you and Samantha agreed a time and a place?<<
>>No, we haven't.<< Jessica typed. Dr North frowned - - this wasn't part of the plan. >>I haven't been able to speak with her yet.<< she continued. >>She's still upset about Franklin.<<
Dr North laughed. >>She didn't seem concerned at his funeral when she was fucking you and her step son...<< he typed.
>>It's only just hitting her that she's gone.<< Jessica typed. At the same time, a loud knock at the door made Dr North look up before he turned back to his PC. >>She needs time to adjust.<< Jessica had written.
>>If I can't have her...<< Dr North typed, leaving the end hanging. Another, louder series of knocks came from the door, making him swear. Now of all times? he thought.
>>We can come to some arrangement, I'm sure.<<
More and louder knocking from the door. "Shit," Dr North said. He thought for a second - - it was probably some charity collectors or religious group looking for converts. The knocks were loud and repeated. "Shit," he said. He quickly put the laptop down and hurried out of the room to the front door, flinging it open, preparing to unleash a torrent of abuse on whoever had the bad timing to call at this time.
It was Samantha, looking up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Samantha? Ummm - - what - - what are - -?" he managed, completely surprised.
"Doctor? I'm sorry to trouble you," Samantha said, wiping at her eyes. "But you said - - if I needed - - needed to talk - - to someone,"
"Ummmm - - yes - - errr - - that is - - " he stammered, looking back over his shoulder into the house, thinking about the laptop.
"You're busy, I'm sorry," Samantha said, stifling a cry. "I should have called ahead - - sorry - - I'll leave," she said, turning to go.
"No, no, don't go - - ummm - - come in, please," he said, moving aside.
"Are you sure? I mean I don't want to disturb you if you're doing something," Samantha said.
"No problem, please, just - - ahhh - - just five seconds to - - errr finish something," he said, walking after her as she entered the house, heading straight for the living room. As Samantha walked into the room, he rushed to the laptop, staring at the screen.
>>Are you there?<< Jessica had typed while he was at the door. >>If you don't answer, the deal's off.<<
"Give me just a moment," the doctor said, starting to type.
>>Sorry, someone at the door...<< he typed.
"I'm sorry, doctor," Samantha said, walking to the window opposite him, fiddling with the couple of pictures he had on the side. "I should have called, you're obviously busy."
>>You answer the door instead of arranging a fuck date with me?<< Jessica typed on screen.
"No, honestly, just - - just give me a moment or two," Dr North said to Samantha.
>>Samantha's just arrived<< he typed back to Jessica.
>>Bullshit<< Jessica responded. >>That's a big fucking coincidence.<<
>>Yes it is... you didn't plan this did you?<<
>>I told you I haven't seen her for days<< Jessica typed. >>I don't believe she's there. I'm going to call her<<