"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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"Dirk, this is my Mother, Monica."
Allison and I had just walked to her home from school and found Carla, Mrs. B. and another woman sitting at the kitchen table. I was acquainted with Mrs. B's, that is Carla's, immense tits. I had groped and fondled them over the past several days. I had watched them bounce and wiggle while we fucked. I had stared in stunned amazement as she had displayed just how big they were while all but destroying one of her daughters t-shirts.
And THIS was her mother?
Sitting across from Carla was s a distinguished looking woman. Grey hair cropped neatly in a flattering short cut. Her blouse was a grey animal print blouse. The modest V-necked blouse was showing no cleavage. I have to admit I was surprised as both her daughter and granddaughter were well endowed!
"Let me freshen your coffee, hon," she said as she reached for Carla's coffee cup. Getting up she walked to the peninsula and refilled both cups.
Great Googly Moogly!
Boy was I wrong! Monica was stacked! In spades!
As she moved to the kitchen counter she shot me a little grin. As if she knew what I was thinking. What had confused me was that unlike her daughter and granddaughter, her breasts were very low slung, starting well down on her chest, they reached almost to her hips. Vastly round, they stretched outward to both sides. As she stood filling the coffee cups I could easily see both her breasts from behind! They were wider than her shoulders!
I have to admit I was staring as she moved around the kitchen. The slightest movement resulted in quivering, shaking, liquid movements under her blouse. She had enormous breasts! Really enormous! As she moved they moved and shook! Her breasts were flexing and bouncing as she moved. And when she returned to her seat I swear the bottom of her breasts bounced on the table top before she leaned back into her chair.
"Dirk, Mom needs someone to clean her pool. Do you think that you would be up to the challenge?" asked Carla.
"Sure," I responded, smiling at Monica. "I like a challenge, you know! Is it a big pool?"
"Larger than some, smaller than others," responded Monica. She still had that small grin on her face. I thought I saw her look me up and down when I turned to Allison.
"Is it okay if we don't study together today, honey?" I asked.
"Fine by me. Don't get in any trouble. I'm heading upstairs, Mom. Good to see you Grams!" She was gone almost immediately.
"Well, let me get my things from the living room," Monica said, rising again and prancing across the room. This time I noticed that she was wearing heels and a snug fitting mini-skirt. Not very fashionable but they did show off a pair of muscular, curvy legs.
As soon as both of them were out of the room Carla was hugging me tightly, pressing her tits against my chest and squeezing my butt with both hands. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and gave me a hot kiss before pulling back.
"I told Mom all about you, Dirk. She's really excited to meet you, you know!"
"Everything?" I asked incredulously.
"I never keep secrets from Mom," she responded as she made sure to let me feel her smooth her tits across my chest. "Don't let me down, honey." She drew my hands to her breasts and only turned away when she heard Monica coming back.
Monica's house was about 10 minutes away. We chatted as she drove. I took the opportunity to study her closely as we went. She had only a few lines around her eyes to suggest that she might be a grandmother. And the rest of her was truly a cock hardening sight.
While driving the bottom of the steering wheel pressed into her boobs. Those tits were sitting in her lap. It didn't seem to interfere with her driving but it made it hard for me to concentrate on the conversation.
"Yes, ma'am," I responded to one of her questions. "I'm a Senior. First string wide receiver," I bragged.
"Don't call me 'Ma'am', she instructed me. I'm not that old. Yet!" she smiled at me. "Call me Monica, please."
"Yes, Ma.. I mean Monica."
"Ha, that's better! Here we are."
She pulled into the driveway in front of a neat little bungalow.
"Go around back. You'll find the skimmers and such in the pool house. I'll be right back to join you." She patted my knee as she climbed out.
Sure enough, everything to clean the pool was in the cabana next to the pool. I was just getting organized when Monica slid back the patio door to the kitchen and walked toward me. She was wearing a terry cloth robe that reached to mid calf. It bulged alarmingly just above the loosely tied sash.
"It's so warm out," she said. "Why don't you take off that shirt before it gets all sweaty?"