"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"
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My Son-in-Law is hung like a horse. And my daughter has no idea how to deal with it
"Really Mom, I have no idea what to do. I know that our eloping took everyone by surprise. But we are so in love! I don't regret it!
"If anything tho I wish I'd had a little more time to get to know Steve. I don't think it would have changed anything. But..."
"Linda, what are you trying to tell me?" I asked.
"Mom, it's just not what I expected. Steve is a great guy! And I love him forever. But, well, to tell the truth. It's um, it's, I mean...
"Come on, tell me. How can I help if you won't tell me what's wrong?"
"It's uncomfortable..." she started.
"I know but if you tell me..."
"NO, Mom. I mean it's uncomfortable when we, That is, when he's...
"Mom, he's just so damn big! Too big! I've never been with a guy that is so big! He's huge! He tries to be gentle. He's a great lover, but it's just too large for me! I don't know how to handle him!" She was on the verge of tears.
"You mean... That is he's large. Down there." I gestured at my groin.
"Yeah. Mom, he's really big! Thick and long! Too thick and too long!"
We talked for a little longer. My daughter was so upset that her new husband was hung like a horse!
My late husband had been almost nine inches long and I could just encircle his shaft with one hand. Steve was apparently much larger! I admit that I had noticed that he had quite a bulge. From time to time I had gotten a glimpse of his package in a pair of tight shorts. But I had had no idea that he was so large as to be uncomfortable for my daughter!
And I wasn't sure if there was anything I could or should do to help out. I love my daughter and Steve treated her like a queen.
That weekend we spent a rainy evening watching Netflix and drinking. We played a game, every time someone got shot, we took a shot! We were watching one of those 'rogue assassin gets revenge' movies. So there were lots of people getting shot. By the halfway point we were drunk.
At some point point the romantic interest came on clad in a ripped up mini-skirt and a tight, low-cut sweater. Steve started laughing.
"What's funny?" asked Phoebe.
"She's not nearly as good looking as you are, bunny! You are prettier and better built than that Hollywood hussy!"
"Really?" She asked as she sat up straighter and arched her back to push her tits into greater prominence .
"And we all know where she got those from," I interjected as I copied her pose and stroked my hands over my massive bust line. Phoebe was proud of her 34 Double E's. I had my own pride and joys. I measured 36-HH. I never really showed off, but I knew that I out-did Phoebe.
"Holy ..." Steve's voice faded away as he took in the sight of my now stretched-to-the-limit blouse. There were stress lines and gaps between all the buttons on my blouse.
I just grinned at him, plumped my tits, shimmied my shoulders and slumped back onto the couch.
"Oh, Mom," Phoebe protested.
I didn't think much of it then. But over the next few days I did notice that Steve was looking at me more than he had in the past. I caught him looking at me when I had on anything that hinted at my figure. He seemed interested that I had a larger bust line than his wife, my daughter.
And I also noticed that his bulge became more prominent when I wore some of my more tight fitting outfits. A couple of times I noticed that he was adjusting himself, to be more comfortable. I had this one blouse that when I leaned over, it gaped open so my cleavage and bra were visible. That seemed to really get him going!
I have to admit I took some opportunities to wear things that I thought would catch Steve's interest. And they usually did.
At the same time I was getting more and more turned on by how I could excite him with my top-heavy physique.
Things changed late one night. I got up to take a leak and I passed their bedroom on the way to the bathroom. But this time the door was ajar and the bedside light was on. I didn't really mean to spy on them but...
In profile to the door, Steve and Linda were in the midst of passion. And from the doorway I could see exactly what Linda had been trying to describe. I could see the juncture of their bodies. And to say that Steve was large was an understatement! He was HUGE! I'd never seen anything like it! He was giving Linda six inch strokes. Those six inches seemed to be less than half of his total endowment! And she was having trouble with the thickness of his member!
"Please, Steve, please. I'm sorry but it's so uncomfortable", she complained.
As I was watching he pulled out from Linda. And it took a while! He had been almost half way. When he was free of her it seemed more than a foot long! And so freaking thick! It seemed to be as thick as a beer can and so fucking long! Linda had been getting less than half of his prodigious penis!
"I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I don't mean to hurt you. Would you mind?" he gestured at his erection.
"I'm sorry too, Steve," my daughter responded. "I wish I could handle your cock better. Let me finish you off." She reached to take hold of his dick. As I watched, my daughter proceeded to stroke and fondle his erection. Using both hands, fingers enlaced, she stroked him rapidly. Her hands were taking foot long journeys from the base of his cock to his cock head.
She leaned over and slipped her lips over his dick head and took most of it into her mouth. She pulled back, gasping after about a dozen strokes.
"Just your head fills my mouth," she gasped. "You are SO big! I want to learn to do better for you!"
"Don't worry about it now, honey! I'm so close! I really need to get off! I haven't cum in almost a week and you know how that makes me feel!"
Linda redoubled her efforts. With a loud grunt of pleasure Steve thrust his hips in the air and began to spew his cum! Wad after wad of semen jetted from his pulsing dick! It landed on Linda, on the bed, and on Steve. He must have sent seven or eight geysers into the air!
Finally his hips returned to rest on the bed and my daughter and her horse hung husband cuddled together. I crept away to the bathroom,
When I returned to my room I spent half an hour reliving what I had just seen while driving my favorite dildo as deep into my soaking wet snatch as I could! It wasn't big enough anymore! I had seen an enormous, almost inhuman fuck stick in action and I wanted to get to try it for myself! I thought I could do better than my poor overmatched daughter! I really wanted to try to do better! But how?
The question bugged me for the next couple of days. Steve continued to notice the outfits that I wore. And he really paid attention when I chose something that displayed my big titties. Or cleavage. Our Steve was a real tit-man, for sure! No wonder he liked my daughter. And he would like me even more I thought since I had bigger tits and a better body!
My chance came that next Saturday night. Once again we were watching an action-packed movie. Every time some one got shot, we took a shot!
I admit that I cheated. I didn't finish each shot, I just sipped at it. Steve and Linda were knocking them back! With the predictable result. By the half way point of the movie Linda was basically out cold! Too much liquor, not enough body mass.
During a chase scene the romantic interest was once again shown in a skimpy outfit. I took this as my cue.
"So, Steve, how do I compare to her?" I asked. Without waiting for his response I stood up and posed for him. Arching my back I thrust my massive chest forward causing my blouse so come loose from my skirt and stress lines to form between the buttons. Gaps and openings allowed him to see parts of my torso and heavy duty bra.
