Note: This story is basically true with names and dates changes to avoid harming any one in the story. All people are at a minimum of eighteen years of years.
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Prologue
From the time that I can remember my mother taking my twin (not identical thank god for her sake, as she would have never gotten a date being as "ugly" as me) me to the doctor for is yearly check up before the school year started.
We went to Dr. Johnson. She went to our church and was one of the few woman doctors in our town back in the forties, fifties and early sixties.
Doctor Johnson, Hazel was her given name, use to give us my yearly check up and seemed to enjoy seeing my sister and me develop into fine upstanding young citizens
Start of the summer of 1959 when both my sister and me were eighteen and just graduated from high school.
This year was no different except that we were having our exam so we could start college in the fall. This meant a much more detailed exam for both. As she was checking me this visit she got to the part that she had to lift my penis to check my sack and testicles. She tried to wrap her hand around my penis to lift it up to examine my testicles. Her hands were big, but she couldn't quite close her thumbs and index fingers around my girth Dr. Johnson just smiled at me and stroked it a couple of times to see if I started to grow with stimulation, as she call it. She then just lifter up my penis and fondled my testicles for a second to make sure that was nothing wrong. I could see her nipples were getting hard through her bra when she told me that was the end of the exam for this year.
I can remember her always discussing that part of the checkup with my mother. I knew that I was large "down there," but never thought anything of it. I had an immense cock, 9" long and 1 ΒΎ " thick, surmounted by a wide flaring head while in the flaccid state.
After her exam, she said that she needed to finish Sherry's exam (my sister) and talk to mother about the results.
Dr. Johnson and mother came into the examining room together about a half hour later and suggested that I should work outdoors this summer for some exercise and fresh air. I looked at them and wondered what they were up to. She told me that she would talk to some of these "families" in the church, that she thought needed help around the house one day a week and see if they were willing to be assisted in what ever they needed / desired me to do.
On our way home mother started talking about what a good time I would have working for these "families" and the money I could earn for school. She said that Hazel was going to contact them that afternoon and she if any were interested in my assistance.
One of the "families" that he told me about was a lady that went to our church and had never been married. Her name was Miss Lund. She had a large house and farm that she had gotten when her parents had past away. She thought that she needed a lot of work and such done around the place.
Miss Lund called me the following day and asked me to stop by to talk about working for her every Tuesday afternoon.
I stopped by on the following morning and was greeted at the door by a lady that I had seen in church, but never dressed as she was at that moment. She had a thin "summer dress" with a sleeveless top to it. I always wondered why she had never gotten married, as she was pleasant and very pleasant to the eye. She was about forty and as the saying go, "built like a brick outhouse." She was about 5' 5' tall and around 130# dripping wet. She had a large bust and small waist and hips.
We talked for about half an hour about the work around the house she needed done. She then asked me if I wanted something to drink, as it was getting warm. I said that would be nice. When she got up I noticed that her dress showed off her breasts very well at the armholes. She seemed to make sure that I noticed them as she stood up. She brought me a glass of soda, along with a glass of something for herself. As she set them down she made sure that I was able to view her massive breasts. I drank the soda and could not keep my eyes off her smiling face and chest. We agreed that I would start the following week and I told her to call if anything came up before next Tuesday afternoon.
When I got home, my mother told me that three other "families" from the church had called to see if I would be willing to help them out around the house with chores they need a man to do.
The first "family" was Mrs. Nelson. Her husband had died about two years ago in a car accident. She was about sixty years old and lived in a large house not far from my parents. She was what you would call a "BBW." She had the largest floppy tits and a belly to match. Her rear end was in the proper proportion to the rest of her also.