[A quick note: My stories aren't for everyone. If you don't like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word "mommy" in a sexual context), totally unrealistic scenarios, or extended foreplay, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! Vote and leave a comment if you want. If you don't like them, go elsewhere. Thanks. (All characters are over 18 years old.)
Additional note: This one is a bit of a departure for me, in that it doesn't contain literal mother-son incest. But it gets pretty close and all the other usual themes are there. :) (Also, if I'm being honest, though I have the basics structure of the rest of this story sketched out, I don't know when I'll have time to finish it. But if you want more, let me know and I'll do my best!)
Enjoy!]
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Becky Byrne was walking toward me, staring me in the eye. Becky, the object of my lust for all of high school. My dream girl. Short, tight body, incredibly busty. Biggest breasts in the school. Curvy, but petite and so adorable. Sweet face, gorgeous, sparkling green eyes. Long, auburn hair. She had a habit of biting her bottom lip, as if she were always just a little ashamed.
But it was also as if she had no idea how hot she was. She was quiet and wore baggy flannel shirts or oversized sweater that actually did little to hide her amazing figure. The exception was during volleyball practice, when she wore tight shorts and a team jersey which accentuated her big, round ass and huge tits, the letters of the school team name made almost unreadable by how distended they were by her swollen chest. (The rumor was that she had to wear two or even three sports bras to keep her chest in check.) I sneeked peeks during practice every chance I got - and would then masturbate to those mental images at home.
In short, I was obsessed with her. And now she was walking up to me.
"Hey Brian," she said softly.
"Hey Becky," I managed to croak out.
"So... I hope this isn't too forward, but... I've noticed you looking at my body."
Uh oh. "Oh, I -"
"No," she said, reaching out her hand to touch my arms, in the process pressing her huge breasts up against each other. A deep line of cleavage formed between the top of her shirt. "It's ok. I'm not offended or anything. Flattered, if anything."
She bit her lip again and I melted.
"No, it's fine," she repeated. "The truth is, I think you're cute. I wouldn't mind getting to know you better."
This was not happening.
"I actually wanted to invite you over to my house."
Was I just standing there, gawking? Oh my god, my gaze had drifted out to her chest. I was directly staring at her huge breasts, straining out from her t-shirt-and-open flannel combo. I looked up at her, blushing.
"Sorry!"
"Brian, it's ok. Listen, how much would you say you like big breasts?"
"Um... a lot?"
"Do you like really big breasts? I mean, I know you like mine -" She smiled. "But, like, bigger than mine?"
"Uh, sure. I mean, yes, yours are amazing. But yes."
"Ok, cool." She took a step toward me and ran a finger down my chest. "So, do you want to come over to my place? Maybe tomorrow? Just a mellow Saturday visit - come whenever."
"Sure, that sounds great." My penis has been hardening the whole conversation, but now it threatened to become fully engorged, which... would have been a problem. I had to get out of there. "So... I'll see you tomorrow!" I shuffled off as best I could.
What was happening?
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The next day, I found myself knocking on Becky's door. I had no idea what to expect, but I was already half-hard. I tried to take my mind off it. Then she opened the door. Actually, she opened it a little and popped her adorable head out. Her brown, wavy hair hung down beyond the opened door.
"Hey Brian! Um... so, you are welcome to come in. But promise me you won't freak out."
Won't freak out about what?
"Uh, sure. I promise."
She opened the door a little more, backed up and beckoned me in.
I walked in and... she was naked. Nude. I must have looked like that cartoon cat with his tongue lolling out. She attempted to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands - the latter was successful, but the former was a joke. The huge tits poked out everywhere. Even with the coverage, I could tell they were as big and round and perky as I had imagined.
"Hey," she said, and again bit her lip. "I can explain."
"Ooook."
"So, have you met my mom?"
Oh, I knew her mom, alright. I had only her seen her from afar, picking up Becky after school, but I knew exactly who she was. She was even more gorgeous than Becky - shorter, actually, but with an even more ridiculously voluptuous body. And, unlike Becky, she wasn't afraid to hide her. Sometimes she would wear t-shirts so tight that I could swear from across the parking lot I could see her nipples straining through them. Nipples on massive, round breasts. The biggest I had ever seen. She also often wore yoga pants, and her bulbous bubble butt poked out from them. She would hug Becky and they would get in the car together and drive off.
"Yeah, I think I know your mom."
"So Mommy - uh, mom - she has some very specific rules around the house. I know it sounds weird, but it's just something I've grown up with." She slowly dropped her hands and I could see her glorious body in its entirety. She was so curvy: huge tits on a tiny little body, a slim waist and thick hips and butt. She was short, but her arms and legs were slim and a little muscular. Her pussy wasn't trimmed, but her pubic hair was modest, a light brown. She slowly twisted her body in way that made her her breasts sway ever so slightly. It reminded me of a much younger girl, being slightly ashamed of her very adult body.
"That's cool. I mean, unusual. So... you're naked all day?"
"Whenever I'm home. I honestly don't mind it. I've sort of gotten into it."
Ooookay.
She again bit her lip, then took a couple of steps toward me. Her huge breasts were now just inches from my chest. Being at least 5 inches shorter than me, she looked up into my eyes. "So... you like my body?"
"It's amazing. You're amazing. You're the most gorgeous girl in school. You must know that."
She blushed and again between slowing twisting her body back and forth, her large tits swaying right before me.
"Wow - that's flattering. I think you're really cute too." She paused, then looked down at her tits. "You don't think my breasts are too big? Especially on my body - I'm pretty petite."
"Definitely not," I sputtered. "They're beautiful." She walked another couple of inches toward me. Her body was now just grazing mine.
She smiled. "Thanks. Sometimes I get self-conscious about them. Other times..." To my amazement, she reached up and plumped them, staring down at them with a smile still on her face. "Other times, I love them. They are super-big, huh? I'll be honest, sometimes... they make me really horny. Just looking at them or touching them-" She squeezed them lightly, essentially pushing them up toward my face.