Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Backstory:
Picking up on previous accounts of Luther "The Root" Casey, it's the late 1970's and our well-hung hero is now a 19 year-old college student at a large Midwestern university. Having just completed his freshman year and recruited to play bass in a well-established local rock band, he has stayed on in the college town for the summer and is living with a couple of his band mates, working a low stress day job on the university's landscaping crew, and rehearsing or playing gigs a few times a week. All while continuing to spread his goodwill among the ladies.
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On a Saturday in early June, Lute's band had a gig playing a wedding reception at the town's country club. The reception started in the mid-afternoon, and after the usual toasts and speeches, the band kicked in and the dance floor filled up.
Lute recognized one of the attendees as Dr. Stone, his art history professor. At his sister's suggestion, Lute had taken an intro art history course as a second semester elective and had really enjoyed it. And a lot of that had to do with Dr. Theresa Stone. She was a funny and clever Brit with an accent and manner of speaking that Lute could listen to for hours. And on top of that, she was a tall beauty in her mid-forties with a big medusa-like mane of gray streaked dark hair and a voluptuous figure accentuated by large full breast, which always competed for his attention during her slide lectures.
The art history course was one of those 100 level survey classes held in a large lecture hall with the professor stationed at a podium up front. The profs who were good at teaching these courses were the ones who understood their jobs were equal parts academics and performance art. And Dr. Stone was great at both. And though Lute had never met her - she had a few teaching assistants that conferred with students and graded their work - she had looked at him and given a little wave as he stood on the bandstand, so he figured he at least looked familiar to her.
So Lute was surprised when during the band's first break, Dr. Stone approached him at the open bar and held out her hand saying, "Luther Casey, am I right?"
The two talked for a bit, and Dr. Stone - "Please, my friends call me Tess," she insisted - told Lute she had read his final paper for her class because one of her teaching assistants had suggested she do so, believing it was quite good. So she was really pleased to meet him.
Flattered, Lute was starting to tell her how much he had enjoyed her class when a tall familiar-looking mocha-skinned beauty about his age joined them. Introduced as Maya, Tess's daughter, she told him she really enjoyed his band and wanted to talk with him about the band playing for an upcoming party she was helping organize.
As she talked, Lute checked her out and saw that she was obviously biracial, but every bit her mother's daughter: the same thick mane of hair, though shorter than her mom's, and a lovely face and figure, all accented by full melon-sized tits whose succulence made him swoon as he tried not to gaze at her enticing cleavage displayed in her low-cut summer dress.
The threesome talked and got acquainted until Lute had to return to the stage. But they made occasional eye contact and exchanged smiles as the ladies danced throughout the remainder of the party.
It was early evening when the reception ended and the band began to break down their equipment. Lute had just pulled his amp off the stage when Tess came up to talk. Maya, Tess explained, had gone on to another party with some friends, and since she'd given her mom a ride to the reception, Tess needed a lift home and was hoping Lute could help.
Lute was glad to oblige, and after he'd loaded his gear in his Ford Econoline van they took off. Tess had apparently taken full advantage of the reception's open bar and was in high spirits and laughed and talked as they drove - telling stories, asking questions, and proving to be just as interesting as Lute expected.
When they arrived at her home, set back on some property a few miles outside of town, Tess insisted Lute come in for a drink. Though he had never been to England, her rambling cottage-style house was exactly what he would have expected to find in the English countryside. It was a deceptively large vine-covered brick structure surrounded by trees and flowerbeds. And inside it was comfortably cozy and filled with all manner of art and book-lined shelves.
Telling Lute to make himself at home, Tess bopped off while he wandered about, surveying the books and admiring the eclectic art. She soon returned carrying a drink tray, but instead of the long summery dress she had worn to the reception, she was now wearing a very casual low-cut pullover affair that barely reached her knees. And her hair, which had been pulled back into a thick ponytail, was now flowing free and wild.
After clinking glasses, they curled up together on a comfortable couch and sipped their proper English gin and tonics while Tess gave Lute a very abridged version of her life story, all in her charming singsong accent.
She and her ex-husband, a black man born in Jamaica, had moved to the states from Britain for graduate school, and had both gotten jobs at the university where she now taught. They bought this house, had Maya, and then about three years ago her husband knocked-up one of his grad students. He and Tess subsequently divorced, and he was now remarried, raising a young son and teaching at a college on the east coast. And since Maya was a junior at the university and living with friends in town, Tess had the place to herself, which mostly suited her just fine, "But tonight it's nice to have some company," she offered as she reached up and softly touched Lute's hair.
While Lute told her a similarly condensed version of his story, Tess went over and queued up some music, and when he finished, she dropped the needle and the stereo began filling the room with soft Brazilian sambas. Settling back into the couch next to him, she smiled and put her hand on his leg.
"Okay, it's true confessions time, Mr. Casey, and I'll go first" she chuckled. "So, here it is. Your giving me a ride home tonight was a set-up that Maya and I planned."
Not exactly sure what this meant, Lute replied, "Oh, really? A set up for what?"
"Well, a set up for me to seduce you. Because, you see, Maya has heard that you have a really big cock. And she knows how much I love well-endowed men."
"Hmm...I see," Lute murmured as he sipped his drink, surprised to hear the usually very proper Dr. Stone talk this way. But then realizing how he had been tricked, he asked, "So, the whole thing about you reading my final paper, and knowing who I am because of that, that's also not true?"
"Right...sorry about that. I'm sure the paper was excellent, and I hope you got a good grade in my class, but I never read any of the students' papers for my intro classes. My assistants do all of that," she confessed. "Though I did recognize you from class when I saw you playing with the band, because you're a really cute guy. And I thought so even before I knew you're well-hung. You always sat about halfway back in the middle section, next to the right aisle, true?"
"Yeah, that's right," Lute said, unsure if he should be pissed at being duped or thrilled he was being seduced by the very woman he had lusted over all semester. And though he definitely wanted to get in her pants, he still didn't like how he had been played. Because aside from being a horny 19 year old guy, he was also an academic striver who took his classes seriously and worked hard for good grades.
"So..." Tess said with a coy, slightly inebriated smile as she moved her hand onto his crotch, "Are you going to be offended and leave, or do you want to fuck?"
Seeing that he now had the upper hand in this situation, Lute thought for a moment and then said, "I'm not sure. I need to know what's in it for me."
"Oh, really?" she said, not expecting this response.
"Yeah, really," he replied with a serious look as he pushed her hand down so it was on top of his prodigious member. "Because you heard right, I do have a huge cock. It's about ten-inches long and as thick as your wrist. And if I fuck you with it, I'm sure it'll be the biggest and best thing you've ever had in your pussy. And I'll make you cum so hard and scream so loud you'll probably wake the dead."
Liking the young man's unabashed manner, she massaged his cock some more while she considered her response. And as she did, she felt his trouser python starting to swell, which convinced her he was telling the truth about his sexual prowess. And with that discovery, she knew she had to have him, and would do whatever it took to keep him there that night. Her ex-husband had a big cock that she had loved, and since they'd split up, she hadn't found another man who was his phallic equal. But this guy showed real promise.
"Okay, I'm sorry if I offended you. I really am. That wasn't a fair thing to do. And if it helps, I'll go back and read your final paper and we can talk about it. Okay? So now, what do you want?" she said with a somewhat desperate sincerity as she continued rubbing his cock, realizing that her pussy was getting wet in anticipation of being ravaged by Lute's monster.
"I want you to strip for me and show me your big tits. You taunted me with them all semester, so now it's payback time," he said without hesitation.
"Um...okay. But is that it?" she asked, thinking there must be more, because stripping for him was something she would have gladly done anyway.
"Yeah, that's it...for starters," he said with a sly smile.
"Fair enough." And releasing her hand from his cock, she slowly rose from the couch and began swaying to the samba rhythms.
She then turned her back to Lute and pulled her dress up and over her dense head of hair. Tossing the garment aside, she slowly turned and faced him.
Leaning back and then forward, she showed off her big soft tits stuffed inside a sexy black bra, and a matching pair of panties that had pubic hairs exploding out of the crotch and waistband.
"Top or bottom next?" she inquired as she seductively rubbed her hands over her tits, her slightly fleshy stomach, and down to her crotch.
"Bottoms," Lute replied.
"Good choice," she said as she put her thumbs into the sides of the waistband and turned back away from Lute. Pushing down her panties, she showed him her sexy curvaceous ass. Then slowly turning around, she presented Lute with the biggest bush he had ever seen. Her dark tangle not only completely covered her pussy, but it continued up like a pubic Bermuda triangle towards her hipbones and down between her legs towards her ass.
Obviously proud of her lush untended garden, Tess spread her legs apart and leaned back, letting Lute see the big dark red lips of her labia protruding through her jungle. And turning her back to him again, she leaned forward, showing him how her fur road traveled all the way between her legs and up and around her anus.
