Passion With A Younger Man

My name is Grace. You can find my topless photo and a brief history of my life in my biography attached to this profile, dreamweaver5539. I refer to myself as Busty Ex Nun, as that is what I am. I entered a convent at the age of 17, and was married at 23 when I found the life unfulfilling. I am now in my early 30's. When I was married I was a 38 DD, but now am closer to a 40 E. I have had a very wide range of sexual adventures with my step children, described in my earlier stories. I consider these more journal entries than stories. Some have noted in their comments that they feel that my "stories" are unrealistic. Well, I am sorry that their lives are so dull. These are the stories of my life. And while I may dress them up a bit in an attempt to bring out the erotic nature of the events as I experienced them, each journal entry describes a very real happening in my life.

Up to now each story has focused on myself. In this letter, I will describe the experiences of someone else. Someone very close to me. Someone I never suspected of such behaviour. I saw these events through my own eyes, by hidden cameras we have throughout our home. And I understand these events as they were described to me by my step-son, my lover. As mentioned, my stories here, my journal entries, are real and true. I seek sexual adventure, and apparently it has a way of finding me. I hope that your life offers you all that mine provides me. If not, I invite you to write me at the e-mail address listed in my bio, tell me of the fantasies you have involving those in your life, and perhaps with some helpful suggestions, I can make all your dreams come true!

XOXOXOXO

-Grace R

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I live with my older and rather impotent husband in our big beautiful home down here in Texas. I enjoy the company, and "companionship" of my step-children, who live with us, or visit regularly. Tom is my eldest step-child, and I serve him obediently, satisfying his sexual urges upon his command. He is very masculine, a 6'4" football player at over 300 pounds with a deep manly voice, a strong domineering personality, and a penis of such dimensions that it would make any street whore blush. My husband in fact has come to accept our relationship, recognizing that Tom can provide me the satisfaction that he is unwilling or unable to offer. We are a happy home, where in-laws and friends visit freely, and where hugs and kisses are offered generously.

During a recent Christmas season my husband extended our hospitality to my parents, inviting them to spend the holidays at our home. My family, of deep Italian descent, live predominantly in New York City and the surrounding areas and so I don't get to see them frequently. I miss my mamma and pappa deeply, and so was delighted that they would be spending the holidays with us.

My mother married early in her life, and I am her oldest. At 48 years old she still possessed her long, thick black hair, showing only a tinge of grey, which she does not dye over. Having had four children she had grown a little thicker through the hips with the years, but she still has the general proportions that she shares with myself and my sister. We are each about 5' 2", possess slender waists in proportion to our hips, a curvy butt, as well as being rather busty. As I mentioned above, I have increased one bra size since getting married. I imagine my mother was much as myself when she was younger. With the weight she added with passing years, I would say that she is a couple of sizes larger than me now. Otherwise, she remains pretty, dainty and generally quite innocent and sweet in her demeanor.

My father in contrast is rather older than my mother, typical of Italian families. He is in his early 60's and quite on the fat side. When my parents arrived at our home for Christmas I was immediately struck by the apparent age of my father. Once a strong and robust man, he appeared much older that I had remembered and in some mannerisms almost decrepit. My mother, who looked so much younger and livelier than dad, tended to pamper him as an old senior. I felt great pity for my pappa and made every effort to accommodate him. My mother explained that the years in the factory had been very hard on him, but that he was nearly retirement, and then he could relax and regain his strength. She on the other hand looked particularly bright and energized. Her face glowed with a bright red hue and her step had the gait of a young girl. We spoke at length of our family and the various goings on. Dad and my husband each hit their respective beds early, and my mother and I chatted deep into the night over a couple of bottles of fine Italian vino.

My son Tom came home late from his gallivanting around the town, doing whatever and whoever he pleases. I introduced him to my mother. By this time both of us were rather tipsy and my mother displayed quite the case of the giggles. Tom seemed rather charmed by her laughter, and though she did not notice in her inebriated state I had sufficient sensibilities about me to be keenly aware of Tom's gaze, which with astonishing regularity was fixating upon my mother's chest. Though covered with a very concealing sweater, the large size of her breasts was amply apparent. Tom had proven to be quite a boob obsessed individual, and I noticed that his interest did not preclude someone merely because they were twice his age, or my mother!

Regardless, I played cool through the situation and we included Tom in our conversation, my mother answering his inquiries into the goings on of our various relatives in the East of the country. As the night became late and we were all heading to bed my mother asked if she could quickly check her e-mail on Tom's computer, as she had not brought one with her. I was surprised to learn that my mother used e-mail, or even knew how to use a computer at all. Pots, pans and a stove seemed to always have been the summation of her life's learning. Regardless, Tom let her use his computer and then I showed her to her room. With my husband and parents deep asleep I donned a light nightie and snuck into Tom's room, hoping for a little mid-night attention from my well-endowed Adonis. Locking the door behind me I snuggled under the covers beside him as he fiddled with his computer. Running my hand under the sheets to find the 10" love toy that I so enjoyed taking inside of me, I asked what he appeared to be so deeply focused on.

Tom explained that my mother, either through drunkenness or inexperience, had failed to log herself out of her e-mail, and so he had assumed to take the liberty of perusing her latest entries. As I found his semi-rigid cock and began to fondle in in my fingers I asked why he would bother, as she obviously had a boring life and nothing of interest to read about. He said that he begged to differ and began to read to me the e-mail she had just received, and responded to.

"My beautiful Arianna, I miss you so deeply, though you have only been away these few days. I long for the touch of your tender soft breasts and the depths of the moistness between your welcoming thighs. I sit here rigid and throbbing as I write you, dreaming of the feel of your soft pouty lips wrapped around my shaft. Make every excuse to return in haste so that I may once again enjoy the pleasures of your sumptuous flesh. Your undying love, Tony"

Tom asked who Tony was and I said that I had an uncle Tony, my father's younger brother, but obviously this e-mail had nothing to do with him and it was only some introduction to some new naughty mommy-porn novel that was coming out. "I don't think so." Tom pronounced, "Let me read to you her response." And so he did, to my utter shock and dismay.

"Tony, my love, my passion, my life. Please excuse my temporary absence. But of course I must travel with your brother to see my family for Christmas. Have no fears, for I remain yours truly, and shall return as quickly as opportunity permits, to be re-united in your arms. I long for your embrace, your deep kisses, and of course the long hard shaft that you so generously offered me after your feeble brother was no longer able to provide me with the same. Stroke it nightly during my absence so that I may find it hard upon my return. I promise to please your manhood with all three of my eager and willing holes when I get back to NYC. Your willing pleasure toy, Arianna."

"My God, my holy living God!", I exclaimed. "Tony is a married man, with 4 children of his own. Yes, his wife is rather fat, but I would never have supposed that he would have put the moves on my mother! Or that she would have accepted his advances! What an asshole. What a slut!"

Once I got passed my infuriation and Tom calmed me down he said that we needed to act together to establish the facts, and to correct her behaviour if we found it to be inappropriate. I concurred emphatically and asked him what his plan was. He said that he would leave her account open and report to me on any other messages she received. He also suggested that we use the hidden cameras throughout the house that we had recently installed to watch her behaviour. He recommended that he also print off her e-mails, to use as a tool of last resort to force her to comply with our requirements. I agreed to all terms and then in a state of shock let Tom mount and fuck me. I found myself actually rather turned on by the notion of my mother's indiscretions, and while Tom slid into me I couldn't help but to make some naught inquiries.

These included such questions as "Tom, do you think that my mother is pretty, is she sexy?" and "Did you happen to notice she has bigger boobs even than me?" and "Do you think at her age that she would still be an exciting fuck for my uncle Tony?"

The questions seemed to make Tom's member become ever more engorged, and he rammed harder into me as he answered each question. His answers rather shocked and surprised me. "For a mature lady she is still very pretty, and though a bit on the plumper side, her curves certainly make her a very desirable woman." "Yes, I did happen to notice her boobs. Do all the women in your family have such big heavy tits? I thought yours were large. I think hers are even quite a big bigger, do you agree?" and "Yes, I believe that Tony has lots of fun fucking your mom. I imagine that any healthy man would enjoy grappling onto those massive tits of hers, and forcing himself deep between those wide hips and round ass." Then he added "She mentioned that he could take her in any of her three holes. Apparently the love of being ass fucked is something you inherited! What a thought, your innocent and delicate mother raising her bottom into the air, offering her tight pink hole her your father's brother! I guess that being a slut is also something you inherited from her." With that we both climaxed and he fired his load into me.

Returning to bed with my husband I reminisced on the evening, what I had learned of my mother, and my discussion with Tom while he fucked me. I concluded that yes my mother was a slut. Much like myself, trapped in a marriage without sex she sought satisfaction among her own family members. And yes, I believed that Tom would attempt to seduce my mother, due both to his need to control women he found sexy, and his absolute lust for large breasts. Possessing the hidden cameras throughout the house with which to view everything that happened, I conspired to encourage Tom to make every effort to control her as he controlled me. In this activity, I would also convince myself if my mother were simply a woman desperate for attention, or a true inner slut. If she were a slut through and through, then I would at least understand why I was also. Maybe I am not a slut by choice, and therefore all more the whore. Perhaps I had no choice. Perhaps it is inherent in both my learning and my nature. Perhaps I am a slut because all the women in my family are natural born sluts.

The next day proceeded rather naturally, with my husband and father chatting freely while watching a game in the basement. To keep them entertained and stationary I made a point of bringing them glasses of Italian wine and snacks. As well I made a point of leaving Tom alone with my mother, pretending that I was very busy with organizing church activities. I asked Tom to please be so kind as to stay with mother as I worked in the office upstairs in our house. She appreciated the offer. The office in fact gave me the opportunity to monitor all the cameras in the house. The men watched TV while Tom and mother chatted on the living room couch. At first the conversation seemed all very innocent as Tom sat at the extreme end of the couch away from my mother. But the focus of his eyes upon her breasts was so apparent, even over the camera view, that my mother attempted to cover herself by folding her arms over her chest. It was at this point that Tom chose to close in on her and repositioning himself, sat so near to her on the couch that their bodies made contact. It was also at this moment that I watched as Tom pulled from his pocket the transcript of her e-mail of the night before. As I watched events unfold, I could also just make out their conversation through the mini-audio receivers installed in each camera.

"Arianna, I apologize for staring at your boobs, I understand that you are a married woman, and in fact that your husband is just down stairs." Tom explained, and continued. "But I couldn't help but notice the e-mail you left open on my computer last night." Handing her the printout for her own inspection he continued "You seem like such a pure and noble woman, but this e-mail would imply that you are fucking your husband's brother. In fact he specifically mentions how soft and tender your obviously massive breasts are. And as a young man the thought of his words just makes me curious as to how lovely and round your breasts must actually be."

My mother, reading over the printout, sat dumbfounded, alternating her glances between the pages and the eyes of my son, still fixed solidly on her chest. "What, what ... what do you want from me?" She managed to stutter out.

"Oh nothing my dear woman." Tom replied. "Just for my curiosity to be satisfied is all. Perhaps, for example, while the others are indisposed, you could lift your sweater, undo your bra, and let me enjoy peaking upon the sights that Tony seems to be so enthralled by. If we hear a noise, of course you can just pull down your sweater and no one will be the wiser."

"You, you want me to show you my chest, and then you won't tell my husband of my affair with his brother?" my mother inquired incredulously.

"Precisely." Tom replied. Looking at the sheets of paper he added "Of course, I have other copies." Plucking the paperwork from her hands he commanded "You have to the count of ten Arianna, or I deliver these to your husband. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ..."

She continued to stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, but as he slowly counted without deviating, she began to stir as he reached 7. With the count of 8 she stared into his eyes and lifted her sweater to her shoulders, exposing her round white tummy and heavy breasts contained within her traditional white bra. At the count of nine she undid the clasps in the rear. At 10 she hesitantly lifted the fabric of the front of her bra over her breasts, letting the heavy flesh fall and bounce down free and fully exposed to Tom's view. Tom stared at her breasts, as she glared back at him angrily. "Has the naughty boy got his eyes full yet?" she demanded, accusingly.

Tom took her hands and put them by her side, leaving her bra and sweater pulled up over her chest. "Shhh, just give me a few minutes to enjoy." he answered. With this he placed each of his hands over each of her breasts. She visibly cringed but did not resist. Despite the large size of his large masculine hands, they appeared puny compared to the size of my mother's breasts. He clutched each in his hand, savouring and enjoying their weight and texture. He bounced them in his palms, and shook them to and fro, as he so often enjoys doing with my boobs. He clasped each nipple in his hand and shook her boobs until she cried out. "Shhh." Tom said. You don't want the men to come up stairs and find me with your tits in my hands do you?" To this she had nothing to say, presumably so overtaken by his actions.

"Just one more thing." He said. "Sit up a bit." Obeying, she raised herself onto her knees on the couch, and Tom squatted down so that he could lift her breast upward and raise her nipple to his lips. He began to kiss and lick her breasts and suck on her nipples, each one after the other, as he lifted and squeezed their heavy flesh. With his free hand he grasped at her ass, fondling her behind. From my camera view up above I could see his face buried deep in her chest while she stared blankly upward, her eyes rolling back in her head and her lips parting widely. My God, I realized, my mother was enjoying this! With her husband down stairs, a man half her age was groping her ass and sucking her nipples and she was getting aroused! Yes, she was a slut.

Taking her hands from her sides, Tom placed them under her own breasts, and told my mother to lift her breasts to his face and breastfeed him. She did so apparently willingly and without hesitation. With this he said "Good girl.", and while sucking on her offered nipples returned one hand to caressing her bottom, while his other hand unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his cock and began stroking it. As my mother fed my step-son her nipples and massive breasts, Tom enjoyed stroking himself while she watched. As Tom's eyes had earlier been transfixed on my mother's chest, now her eyes were locked on his big cock. No matter how aggressively he bit and sucked on her breasts and nipples her eyes never deviated from focusing directly on his cock as he stroked it.

"You like my cock?" Tom asked.

"Yes." My mother answered, curtly and without hesitation.

"Can I cum on your tits?" He inquired.

"Yes." Was her only response.

Sitting up Tom began to slap his cock against her boobs as she continued to place her hands under each, holding them up for him. "Jiggle your big fat tits while I jerk off on them." Tom ordered. She complied without a word, starting to raise and lower them so that the flesh of her breasts bounced up and down. With his free hand her clutched her long black hair from behind and pulled back on her head, lifting her face upward. "Tell me that you love my big cock as much as I love your big tits."

Expecting her to jerk away with such obscene words, I was shocked by her response. "I love your big cock. I want you to jerk off on my tits." Soon afterward Tom's cock erupted, sprinkling his sticky semen over the soft white flesh of her chest. Rubbing the head of his dick off on her breast, he stood and raised his pants, while she lowered her bra and sweater back over her chest, burying my step-son's cum beneath her bra. I came downstairs afterward, saying my work was all done, and inquired how their chat was going. My mother stated that they were having a lovely little chat, and Tom concurred. She didn't even have the suggestion of guilt upon her face.

Afterward, when alone, I asked Tom what happened between him and my mother, and reminded him that I had access to the video cameras and microphone. He said that he used the printed e-mail to blackmail her, but that she buckled after only slight resistance. He explained that he deeply wanted to see her breasts, and to fondle them, suck them, and to jerk off all over them. And he said that this was exactly what she let him do with her. He explained how he loved her large hanging breasts and the soft folds of flesh on her belly, and that he had felt her wide hips and plump ass and wanted to see her fully naked and make her fully gratify his dick. He added that he thought that she might actually have liked him playing with her breasts and cumming on them. I replied that from the expression on her face that I knew that she had and encouraged him to continue seeing how far he could go with her. I promised to keep the men pre-occupied with their sports and to limit my own visits to create ample opportunity for him to explore how far she was prepared to share her body with him.