All Hollows Eve.
As a child in the village, I hated everything and everyone.
Even now the long back breaking hours of helping on the farm, plus mum's latest boyfriend Tony was being a right sod. School had always been a challenge, mainly because I was on the large side. Mum's comment did not help. "Likes her grub that one."
Now even in my late teen years, things had gotten worse. Having no friends, and with only my beloved Cob Sampson to talk to. Yet even he had been sold without a bye your leave, a few days after my eighteenth birthday.
The plan had come together one evening while standing under a lukewarm shower, the water getting cooler as the storage tank refilled. The chill of it raising Goosebumps and making my nipples ache.
"Like Scammell wheel nuts," Tony always remarked. "Big tits just like your mum."
I shivered. "Bigger gets you noticed." That was a mantra, the acid that ate into my very soul. In an attempt to get the thin bar of soap to lather, guiding it over my breasts, the soap escaping from my hand, making a dull thud against the bathtub. Leaving fingers and thumbs free to roll and pinch my erect nipples. That in turn started the ache lower down, right hand dropped to the thatch of thick curls cupping my sex. The cascade of water between fingers and my wet triangle, a single finger met no resistance, because I was already aroused. Yet I dare not indulge, for that bastard would love to catch me on the landing with just a towel around me. Stepping out of the shower, with said towel I escaped to the safety of my bedroom, closing, and bolting the door.
The drab walls that still held my childhood dreams of winning a competition at the local Pony Club, a few rosettes, no red ones, yet a fare few second and third placements. The posters of magnificent stallions in stunning locations, rearing up showing the very embodiment of power and endowed maleness. Not like that useless lump scrounging off my mum, whatever she saw in him?
The room was cold, shivering I dried myself down as quickly as possible. A fresh pair of knickers from my draw, cleanish bra, it would do until wash day. Socks, and trousers followed, because a skirt was an open invite to his wandering hands, my school blouse was getting rather tight. I hated the tie they made us all wear; I sudden thought made me laugh. Maybe I could thrust my chest out at him the buttons straining and give the randy sod a heart attack? Thankfully my grey jumper was baggy enough to hide some of my figure, at least when I wore my blazer over the top. Thank heavens my school days were nearly over.
His long-held fantasy was of having both mother and daughter, another reason why he had to go. Dirty suggestive talk I could handle, he would wait for mum to be out of the room. The latest exchange had been at breakfast the day before, as he sat polishing off the last sausage on his plate. Hand holding the fork that penetrated the fat thick link like a pork erection at a suggestive angle, while he grinned at me.
"Fucked her proper last night, she loves being on top. Recon your tit's are bigger than hers though love, do you frig yourself off hearing the bed head banging against the wall, imagining a man's cock instead of just your fingers? I could give you a good ride."
I knew better than to be baited, but that day I snapped.
"You've got nothing special, should see Sampson when I gave him a sheath wash, it's as thick as my wrist." I'd winked at him on my away out as I had grabbed my bag, the slight to his manhood would not been forgiven. That afternoon he had acted.
The rotten sod had sold Sampson out of spite, skipping breakfast today was the price to pay to get out of the room. Because if he started, I would not be responsible for my actions.
Fact was many lads in the village called her, "Horse wanker," she laughed at that because technically it was true, she washed her boys bits, equine male hygiene was important.
Sampson had been sold and that could not go unpunished, I was frantic when I found out. Planning my revenge was everything, as was the groundwork. I'd tried to tell mum what he was like, she had refused to listen. To make matters worse mum had said in front of him, "that no sane man would want to mount a big lolloping lump like me." In fact, a few days later a parcel arrived. Mum opened it and presented it to me because I'm her own words, " it was obvious, I was so sexually frustrated." Not shocked when it turned out to be a vibrator, eight inches in length four in girth, with a bulbous head, it fell into my plans nicely.
Just a matter of waiting that evening in my bedroom, the nightly show in my mums bedroom as always, accompanied by a symphony of moans and groans. It always started with giggles from mum, and went from there.
Having already placed the batteries in my new gift and still having a tub of lube from dealing with having to wash Sampson's equine cock., all was set.
Swinging out of bed, removing my pyjama bottoms, and top, sat on the side of my heavily constructed bed. Opening my legs wide, turned the vibrator on. It sounded so loud, in fact the noises next door stilled as if listening.
Perfect.
The top to the tub of lube was already opened, scooping some up circling fingers and thumb, slid the vibrating shaft in and out. Once lubed up, with my right hand teasing the head of the plastic cock against the thickening lips of my sex. With a long-practiced movement two fingers of my left hand opening my warm lips, a gasp, then for effect a few whimpers as if it was my first time and very tight, then a long "Ooh yes!" Left hand cupping my right breast, tongue teasing the hardening nipple. Falling back to lay on the bed, swinging around and bringing my heels up to my bottom. Knees as wide as apart as they would go, the wobble of both breasts my hands gripping the shaft that now slapped hard against the wetness of each thrust.
The squeaking bed next door continued, so deciding to enjoy myself. Thrusting in time with the bedspring symphony, speeding up when they did. Slowly teasing, and almost letting it drop out the vibration on my clit driving me mad. The truth being the sound of the sopping wetness as the device slid in and out was having an effect.
Mum's voice. "For fuck's sake suck my nipples!"
More grunts.
She imagined the bastard next door fantasising it was me riding him, as the pace increased. I could not help some inner devilment, nor the building need of my own body for release. Building, nearly there, I did not have to act this bit. Hearing the slap of flesh on flesh, the rapid knock of the bed head in counterpoint to my own. Just a bit more...
"Oh, OH, OH MY GOD! FUUUCK!"
A moan erupted from my mouth long and loud as the orgasm took me over the edge, my body shook.
Answering cries, from mum. Both of us howling like wolves.
"Oh, OH, OH. FUCK ME, DON'T YOU DARE STOP. YES, YES!" The loud grunt, as he emptied his balls.
That's what the bastard wanted to hear. In truth I had a much larger equine version of mum's present hidden in my room, secretly ordered from a specialist outlet. As I lay in that post orgasmic bliss, letting my body react. Heartbeat as loud as the sound of Samson's hooves in a wild gallop across hard ground in my ears. Dozing in post orgasmic bliss for a time.
Movement from next door, that would be mum going to the bathroom to clean up. He would be snoring by now, time to get some answers. Unbolting the door and opening it, I padded across the darkened landing. The Moonlight shone through the window across the landing, highlighting my breasts damp with perspiration and slick wetness down my inner thighs. Mum had not closed the bathroom door and as I walked in I caught sight of mum's left foot on the side of the bath, right hand rubbing a damp cloth over the damp triangle of fine hair. The whole room had an aroma of raw sex, her nipples half erect in the cold air. Aware of movement she looked up. "Oh God, you gave me such a fright!"
I grinned at mum's outburst, shear devilment made me ask as I saw the glistening trails of cum around her neck and over her breasts.
"You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards, you give him a tit wank?"
Mum looked at me. "You cheeky mare, what would you know of such things?"
Her mum took in her daughter's nudity, at the same time raising out the cloth and returning it to wipe her breasts, before exclaiming.
"Good lord, your breasts are bigger than mine."
"Mum, you take a 40 Double D cup. You forget I wash the clothes."
