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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Marie and Annie sat at Marie's kitchen table, watching as Marie's husband Thomas leafed through the papers before him.
"I'm sorry about this, Thomas, I really am," Marie said. "Please understand that I didn't do this for me - - my only thought was for Bill."
Thomas nodded, sighing as he continued to read. Annie reached over to both of them, taking one of their hands in each of hers.
"You still love each other in your own ways," Annie said to them. "This doesn't have to be the end. We all know you've had affairs in the past, Thomas, just as we all know that Marie's had her own flings as well. You've both accepted that before now, so there's no reason why you can't come to some arrangement that lets everyone carry on as normal while still getting what they want."
Thomas sighed again, still flicking back through the papers that Marie had given him. Annie was right - - he'd had plenty of affairs with teenage and twenty somethings who came to work for him and Marie had never complained. But then he'd never fallen helplessly head over heels with one of them before as he had with Caylee. He'd thought she was special, that they had something unique, and was planning to divorce Marie and marry her.
A dream, that's all it was now. Marie was right - - he'd been foolish and selfish to think he could just abandon her and Bill for his new girl. The papers showed that.
A private detective that Annie had hired on behalf of Marie had done some digging into Caylee's past and had found something no-one had suspected. Caylee Lane was 19 and had come to work for Thomas's company six months or so before. She'd caught his eye - - young, beautiful and busty, just his type - - and it hadn't been long before they started screwing around. Marie had been happy to let him continue, thinking it was just another in a long string of affairs with interns that he'd had over the years, plus it gave her the opportunity to continue her own affair with her son, Bill which her husband was still unaware of. When Thomas had decided he wanted a divorce, however, things became different and Annie had hired the detective to help her friend preserve her lifestyle.
It turned out that Lane wasn't her birth name - - Caylee's mother had, much like Marie, married after she'd given birth to her daughter, changing both their surnames. Her real name had been Forcenski - - the same surname as a young woman Thomas had had an affair with some 19 or so years before who had become pregnant with his child and wanted to abort it. Thomas had paid for the best care for her but, unknown to him, she had changed her mind and had the child.
Caylee Lane - - the girl Thomas was having an affair with - - was his own daughter.
"Nothing needs to change, Thomas," Marie said. "You didn't know she was your daughter and - - honestly - - I don't mind. You can kick me out and have her come to live with you - - you can leave and set up home with her - - just don't let anything happen to Bill."
"I can't stop seeing her," Thomas said sadly. "I know she's my daughter now but - - I still love her."
"I know," Marie said. "And I love Bill which is why I don't want to change our lives and upset his. You and I might not love each other as much as we did when we got married but I still love you, too. If you want to continue seeing Caylee, I won't stand in your way and I won't tell her the real relationship between you. You have my blessing, Thomas - - I just don't want to lose Bill in some stupid custody battle."
Thomas reached across to his wife and took her hand.
"Thank you, Marie," he said. "You were always too good for me." He stood and bundled the papers together. "Caylee needs to know the truth so I guess I'll head over and see her. By the morning I'll either be in jail, back here looking for your forgiveness, or - - I don't know what. Whatever happens, you have my word I won't divorce you or make any changes to yours and Bill's life."
Marie stood and hugged her husband.
"There's nothing to forgive, Thomas. And thank you."
Thomas kissed her on the cheek and headed out.
"That could have been a whole lot worse," Annie said as she stood and hugged her friend, their big tits squashing against each other. "You handled that perfectly."
"Thanks," Marie said. "I still feel like a bit of a bitch. After all, I know Thomas's fucking his daughter but he didn't know she was at the start, whereas I started screwing around with Bill because he's my son."
"Don't give yourself a hard time. If my sons had cocks the size of Bill's I'd be screwing them as well. Oh wait," she said in mock surprise. "They do and I am!"
"Mmmm, you lucky bitch, having two big dicks at your beck and call," Marie said, cupping Annie's pert ass and pulling her closer. "You know, you still owe me a crack at Clark and Bruce."
"I'm pretty sure they're both home this evening," Annie said, reaching for her phone that lay on the table. "Want me to call them, see if they're up for a visit from their Auntie Marie?" Not waiting for an answer, she dialled Clark's number, hitting facetime. A second or two later he answered.
"Hey mom - - woah!" he said as his phone's screen was filled with the image of his mother and unofficial aunt kissing passionately, tongues duelling in their mouths. Annie broke the kiss and smiled at her son as Marie dipped her head and licked at the tops of her tits as they bulged out the top of her blouse.
"Hey Clark," Annie said. "You and Bruce have any objections if Auntie Marie comes to visit this evening?"
"Hell no! Get your asses over here!" Clark said.
Ten minutes later Annie and Marie stepped in to Annie's living room to find Clark and Bruce sat on the large sofas waiting for them. Both the young men wore nothing more than their boxer shorts and, knowing what was coming, their hard-ons were clearly outlined beneath them.
