Alan pulled up into his driveway and immediately got a text from Tiffany;
"Can't wait another day. Need some of that big dick right now! Rents are still home, so head up to Motel 8 and ask for room #4. I'll be alone. xoxo"
Alan was surprised by the sudden invitation. His cock got rock-hard flashing back to visualizing Tiffany's butter-face and braces soaked in his hot cum and those floppy, grapefruit-sized knockers draped sloppy across her bulging belly.
He quickly called his mom on his cell phone and made up a story about hanging out at the library and not to way up. He drove off heading straight to the shoddy Motel 8 with bated breath of getting his second taste of pussy. Once Alan arrived, he exited his car and walked up to the check-in station. He asked the guy behind the booth for a key to room #4.
"Why would your mom want to meet you at a Motel?" questioned the guy.
"Excuse me?" Alan replied baffled.
"The older lady who checked in earlier and told me to give the young man her room key. She isn't your mom?"
"Um, no... You must have me confused with someone else. A younger lady around my age texted me and told me to meet her in the room she purchased. Room #4," Alan explained.
"Oh... Maybe she was young. I didn't get a good look at her face because of those huge cans she was sporting. If she's not your mom, than you're one lucky dude," the guy said candidly.
Alan nodded and a moment of awkward silence occurred.
"Can I get the key to the room?" Alan asked a minute later.
The guy gave Alan the key and with a huge smile on his nerdy face, he headed to room #4. The blinds and curtains to the room were closed. He put the key in and entered to an empty room.
"That's odd. She texted me and told me this was the room," Alan said with certainty.
Suddenly the bathroom door opens and out walked an older, blench-blonde woman.
"So you're Alan Rogan," she said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes ma'am," Alan responded nervously and confused. "I was told to meet someone here by the name of Tiffany Wilcox. Is she around? Did she send you to tell me she wasn't coming?"
"Not quite," said the lady. "She was never going to be here. I was the one who send you that text through her phone."
"What?! How? Who are you and why do you want to see me?" Alan sternly asked. "You must be the older lady the guy up front was talking about."
After putting two and two together, Alan saw for himself that the guy up front wasn't joking about the older woman's breasts. She looked like she was smuggling bowling balls. Her jugs were unquestionably massive and curved generously underneath a blue turtleneck sweater. From the way her melon-sized boobs sagged down her wide torso and her bulbous nipples were evidently seen piercing through the fabric of her turtleneck, it was clear the mature woman wore no support. The rest of her body was stout with no shape. Her face was a bit weathered with a double chin and serious crows feet beneath her bright blue eyes. In addition to having very big breasts, she had a big nose, big lips, and big blench-blonde hair done up like Farrah Fawcett's from the 70's.
"I'm Tiffany's mother, Brenda Wilcox," the woman answered. "I overheard my daughters talking about the little adventure you had with Tiffany and her misfit friends. So I borrowed my daughter's cell phone and texted you."
Alan's heart sunk to his stomach but as shocked as she was about standing in front of Tiffany's voluptuous mother, he got an even greater shock when she walked up towards and boldly cupped his crotch.
"From my understanding young man, you've got yourself quite a big cock. I can't wait to see it," She grinned lasciviously.
Brenda groped Alan's growing hard-on with one hand while the other started undoing his jeans. After a few short seconds working his jeans, Alan found himself naked from the waist down. His huge, fat cock throbbed naked and exposed before Brenda's lustful eyes.
"Holy shit! That's quite some hum-dinger you got there, young man. Now I can see why my oldest daughter and her bimbo friends had some much fun with you. Will now it's my turn," Brenda publicized and dropped to her knees and wetly sucked his enormous member into her mouth.
Alan closed his eyes, moaned and let himself go into heaven. Brenda was definitely an expert cock sucker. She swiftly bobbed her face in his crotch, taking more and more of his meaty tool down her throat. He ran his fingers through her big hairdo and listened to her wet suckling and slurping sounds a she gobbled his cock. Brenda cupped Alan's bare little ass and squeezed as she pushed him further into her mouth. He felt her slimy tongue working it's magic on his rock-hard veiny sphere. She had so much saliva pouring from her mouth that his huge, hairless balls got drenched as well as the front of her blue turtleneck sweater.