I've lusted after Becky ever since the first day dad brought her home. Now, after a year of fantasizing about getting her large firm succulent hooters into my hands, I finally 'concockted' a scheme to make her mine.
My real mom left us for the west coast about a year ago and I rarely see her anymore. My dad immediately hooked up with Becky and I've certainly been glad just to see her around the house. Becky was quite a bit younger than my dad, only in her early 30's and, though she always dressed rather shyly, you could tell that not only was she thin, curvaceous and sexy as hell, but she was also quite stacked too. Since then, I've lusted after her to every bone in my body. I was 17 then, but now I am 18 and my hormones have only gotten stronger.
Becky was perfect in my eyes. She was 5'-4" with long, thin delicate arms and legs and the cutest face you've ever seen. Her lips were thick and kissable just like Angelina Jolie's. Her delicate body sported a thin waist and very nicely rounded hips, the kind you could easily imagine pumping into like a madman. She had such a thin waist that if you put your palms on either side of her, you'd swear you could touch your thumbs together, she was just that slim. Of course, the most amazing thing about her were her large, firm, succulent breasts, even more so in comparison to her thin, feminine, shapely form. I was later to learn that they form the perfect teardrop shape, wide, full, dangling fruits succulently tempting a man to madness!
Her tits weren't too huge, no not at all, they were just the right size for me. If a normal woman her size would have big tits, she'd probably have maybe a 34C cup, but Becky's were a couple of healthy sizes bigger than that. She had some mouth-watering sized hooters indeed. Yumm, yumm. A big pair of hooters on her frame might be a 34D. But her tits, I came to find out, were a wonderfully firm pair of DD's, 34-DD to be precise. Ooh, la, la send me to heaven! She always dressed conservatively however, but I couldn't help but stare at those large mounds that slightly jiggled every time she moved anywhere, that narrow waist, those round hips and suckable lips. She was just made for sex.
Now, I have always had a breast fetish ever since the first erotic novel I ever read. "Candy" was the story of this hot nymphomaniac slut who not only teased men with her gorgeous large hooters, but she let them suckle on her big thick nipples too. That novel just set me off as a horny youth and my eyes were always peering at every babe I could spy, seeking out the bumps of their nipples, the fullness of their womanly bosoms. I know it's shameless of me, but I've gotta admit that I've always looked at a woman's tits before her face. How shallow I am, I admit it. She'd have to be pretty special for me to look at her longer if she didn't have at least medium-sized hooters to begin with.
My step-mom Becky was kind and sweet but kept her charms well-hidden. That is how she caught a nice successful guy like my dad. She was also best friends with Roberta, who was almost like her slutty alter-ego. Roberta was really kind too but was one of those big-titted, starry-eyed, sensual babes who was into crystals, astrology and tarot cards and all that sorta stuff. She knew that all guys lusted over her, but she didn't mind at all. She felt God gave her such a nice body precisely so she could share it with all the needy men out there. It was her duty, she felt. She wanted to comfort and mother the men in her life while she still enjoyed her freedom, her liberation and her youthful firm body. She was so self-confident that she would often even let them do whatever they wanted to. She let men take her on her terms though, in her apartment, in her own place. She was a liberated woman, she believed. She wasn't really a slut, rather she was an independent woman, with her own apartment and she saw her true role in life was to service men and give them what they all truly craved, so long as they were respectful and nice. I mean, why else would she have been given such firm E-sized bosoms after all?
Roberta got her apartment right after high school and it became the place guys learned all about sex. They could stop in there after a night of partying and she'd let them into her bedroom, one at a time. She delighted in providing such extreme delirious delight to all those horny guys. They wanted to fuck so very badly, and she would let them fill her up, she was on the pill so they could pump her pussy all they wanted to, or overflow her mouth with manly nectar, if they so desired. It was her fuel for life; her purpose and her passion, she thought.
I remember 2 or 3 guys sitting in her living room once. It functioned sometimes more like a waiting room than an apartment someone lived in. One by one she would come and greet those horny guys, often stoned on their ass or drunk, in her long Indian gown or silky bathrobe and then she'd bring them out back to play. There they would ravish her like madmen, pound her pussy and grope and suck on her big tits as much as their hearts desired. As long as they were polite, she didn't mind servicing the guys at all. It made her feel more mature, more giving, more like the mother of the world, in her own secret kind of way.
I remember one virgin friend of mine, Connor. He got so excited when he saw her big firm tits exposed before his eyes that he dove in on them, sucking away wildly, and actually came all over her hands as she tried to free his cock from his pants. Roberta didn't mind at all. She thought it was cute and even took it as a compliment. Connor was so lust-filled from looking at her body that he fucked her three times that night before going home. He finally learned what sex was all about. She had him eat out her pussy which is what gave him enough inspiration to go that last time. Christ but he filled her up with so much cum!
Well, Becky delighted in what her friend did. It excited her to hear all the stories Roberta had to tell. She too had a soft spot for men, but she was shyer and more conservative and felt she'd get a better guy in life if she was more restrained in sharing her beauty. She only had sex a couple of times before accidentally meeting my dad. She never dressed so anyone could see the true size of her tits or nipples, no, not like Roberta did. They were great friends almost because they were such opposites.
Becky liked to wear button down shirts. She almost had a fetish for them. She was a secretary in a law firm and wore cotton button-down shirts almost like a uniform. She'd wear skirts with them usually and sometimes pants. Never too tight though. She didn't want to announce her nice baby-making hips too much.
I was just dying to see more of my step-moms tits. I mean she never showed them off with anything that was too tight, and she always wore those damn frustrating bras with plenty of lining in them so you couldn't detect even a hint of her nipples. Those damn bras were all the worse because the extra padding made her already large tits look even bigger, what with all the padding in them and all. That even made me all the more curious what her hooters actually looked like; what they actually felt like. Yes, I wanted to trick Becky into not just letting me manhandle her, but so that she would be the one to seduce me.
And so, it was that I broke up with my recent squeeze Sally. Sure, she had nice tits too, a pretty large and full pair of C-cups, but she paled in the looks department compared to my step-mom Becky. I was willing to go without pussy for a while if need be, if it meant I was going to be porking my step-mom soon.
My dad was quite handsome and a nice guy too. That's how he ever landed such a trophy wife as Becky. Well I certainly inherited his good looks too. I was just a younger, more fit version of himself. Becky, being so much younger than my dad was actually closer to my age than his. A part of her was still young and horny and she certainly noticed my good looks too. I played basketball after all.
So, my dad was called away to Asia for a full month's work assignment and that left Becky and me home alone. I also had spring break off of school and thought this would give me plenty of consecutive days to lure Becky into my plan. She came home after shopping that afternoon and found me 'nerding-out' over some video games in the living room. I feigned acting really depressed and with nothing to do.
"Why aren't you out with Sally?" she asked. "It's a Friday night."
"Oh, well, I don't want to. Who wants to go to a stupid party anyway?" I said with frustration in my voice.
"But you're young and in college. It's the time to hit it up, isn't it? You just need to drink responsibly." she responded.
