Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Authors note: Hey play nice in the comments. I write for fun. I write whatever insane thoughts fly through my skull. Then I sit my monkey down in front of the keyboard, and try to have a bit of fun with a story. If you don't like it, SORRY did my best. And yes I really am a truck driver going to the big Apple daily. No pressure there. THAT is crazier than anything I write!
Probably want to read the first part first...Or not, hey it's a free country!
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As he walked past a blue van, the sliding door opened, a bunch of women grabbed him. He didn't put up much of a fight.
A gorgeous creature, long dark hair, incredibly large breasts in a tight tee shirt, and blue jeans painted on a nice fat ass. She looked around thirty-two or thirty-five. She sat on his left. She had green eyes.
"We have some questions for you!" She asked in mock anger.
On his right was a very blonde beautiful woman, big boobs, but not quite as big as her friends. She wore a grey sweat shirt and green pleated skirt.
"What did you do to our mothers? Is it true you have a huge dick?" from the blonde.
Up front, Irene was driving and Marsha was in the passenger seat, and the two were engrossed in conversation. Talking about him! "I can't wait to fuck him again, but I'm a little sore." Irene was saying.
"But it's a nice sore!" Marsha responded. He couldn't make out the rest.
He spoke quietly, but firmly.
"First off, how dare you just grab me like that and kidnap me! I'm going to have to spank you BOTH! Second, Hi! I'm Brad! I'm a former trucker, bouncer, and now world's oldest stripper! Third, I NEVER EVER kiss and tell. Wouldn't be right. Fourth, as far as my dick is concerned, that's none of your business! If we ever get intimate, you will find out. You don't hear me asking how big your tits are, do you? How impolite: Hey what size is your bra? Who are you?" Brad asked.
"Triple H, forty-eight inches. I'm Eileen Gerhard, I'm divorced, and Irene's my mom. We're just looking out for her-" she was interrupted by her blonde friend.
"-triple D cup, about forty-two inches, Mandy Cocker, I've heard every joke about my name, so don't bother. My husband passed 6 years ago. My mom is Marsha Tucker, you have met her. And she has heard about the band, so we have heard it all."
She had blue eyes and blonde hair like her mom. Eileen had fabulous green eyes. Her hair was dark brown. Both were very, very beautiful. Both in their late thirties. Maybe forties.
"Well, I'm Brad Ballzak. No relation to the famous writer. And two 'L's instead of one.
So if we ever got married, we'd be-"
"-COCK AND BALLS!" both women shouted together and laughed uproariously!
He did kinda giggle at that. He remembered all the fights in high school about his name. He learned to fight at a young age.
His erection had subsided, but he felt a dexterous female hand unzipping his trousers. Quick as a wink, she had his dick out and she was stroking it. Then, to his utter amazement, ANOTHER hand from the other side was upon his cock. Lucky there was enough dick they could both grab on.
"Oooh it is big!" Said Eileen.
"And nice and thick, too! I can't get my fingers all around it! So very nice." Mandy said.
He reflected a moment. He had just finished fuckin the shit out of the two wonderful mature women up front. Now their two daughters had wrapped their fingers around his stem, as much as they could anyway! He had had a hell of a day, and it wasn't over yet.
Both women took turns sucking his dick. They must have enjoyed facefucking on his hard, hard dick.
"Am I as good as my mom?" Asked blonde haired Mandy, between head bobs.
"There's no such thing as a bad blowjob! " Brad said.
