Mom's Huge Tits

In the first chapter: I grew up with my mother as her only child. She was just a good mother to me until the day I saw her naked and noticed her huge, amazing tits. After long discussions, crying, and confessions, we had our first sexual encounter.

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The following morning, much earlier than I was used to waking up, I felt the bed moving. My eyes refused to open, and I stayed in bed, pretending to be asleep. Mom was leaving. She closed my door behind her and 20 minutes later, started driving to work.

I stretched in bed, feeling awesome. At last, Mom and I could love each other without restrictions. The previous night's events were still fresh in my memory: My first cunnilingus, eating her cunt juices, her exciting blowjob, and the final intercourse. The sky was our limit!

An hour later, I went to class, determined to study better. No longer excuses: Yes, I still had Mom's gorgeous tits occasionally popping before my eyes, but it was unacceptable to use it as a reason - She was mine for the taking, and I had to try harder if I wanted to become a cardiovascular surgeon.

My best friend, Johnny, noticed the change in me and smirked, "Adam, you look like the cat that got the cream, or... you lost your virginity."

I winked at him, licked my upper lip, and left him guessing.

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Mom returned home before me. When I arrived, the whole house smelled like chicken being cooked in the oven. It was my favorite meal, and I rarely had it, never on weekdays. "Mom, do you make orange chicken?"

She came out of the bathroom, smiling, "How did you guess? May I hug you, at last?"

I smirked, "You can, but remember what happens when you do it and whether you are willing to suffer the consequences."

"Honey, I love my son and want to hug him. I have no idea what you are talking about."

She strolled toward me and hugged my waist tightly. In the process, her massive boobs crushed into me, letting me know she 'forgot' to wear her bra.

I kissed her forehead, knowing the evening would be fun. And just to emphasize her intentions, Mom's pelvis gyrated on my fast expanding penis. She touched over my tent and shrieked, "Adam, it's bigger than yesterday, I don't think my tiny pussy can accommodate it. I am going to bed. Once it shrank to an acceptable size, you can join me. Then she let her robe slip on the floor, turned around, and sashayed seductively on her way to her bedroom.

It took me 6 steps to catch her. I placed both her hands behind my back, and my palms moved forward. massaging her beautiful giant breasts. I whispered, "Mom, how do you feel about going on a travel with me this weekend? We can visit Gran Teton National Park."

"Honey, I'd love to go on a trip with you, but why Grand Teton when we have several amazing parks much closer?"

I chuckled, "Do you know what the park's name means?"

"No. Why does it matter?"

"Grand Tetons in French means great tits. I thought we could celebrate the parts of your body you were so ashamed of before."

"I've read about some parks but not about this one. It's in Wyoming, isn't it? Any special attractions in the park?"

"The Snake River and the areas surrounding it are very nice. But the highlights are the great tits. In fact, if there are any that can compete with yours, these are them. The top of the mountains are covered with ice, and the landscape cannot be prettier."

"Is it difficult to reach the park?"

"I checked already. A nonstop flight from Seattle to Jackson is less than 2 hours. We can rent a car, drive around, and stop whenever we feel like it to eat, walk on trails, and sleep on the way."

Mom grinned, "You had little time and already thought about the details. I should thank you, but you worry me. I thought today you'll begin taking your studies more seriously."

"I do. I promise. But we NEVER traveled together. I can't wait until I am old and crippled and have to limp on trails with my young and beautiful mother."

"I never got so many compliments in my life. I suspect you intend to ask for something in return..."

"To think of it, your body is mine; what else can I ask for?"

She giggled, "Your favorite meal. It should be ready by now. Let's eat first and consummate our love afterward."

"But Mom, you are naked, dancing before me with your beauties dangling and inviting me to play with them!"

"The meal tastes much better when fresh, not reheated. Either we eat first, or we do what you want, and tomorrow, I dress up like a nun."

"Mom, you are the cruelest person I've ever met. Don't be surprised if after we are done eating, I'll ravage your body mercilessly."

She smiled, "Do that."

As she was arranging the table, I went to my bedroom. I said a little prayer. No, not a meal blessing. I prayed to god to deflate my stiffy, so I could concentrate on my food...

I returned to the table and on my plate I saw pieces of orange glazed chicken, baked potato, and green beans. The first time Mom made orange chicken she served it with rice, but after I begged her, the rice was switched to potato.

We ate quietly, now and then ogling each other and smiling. When I was done, she commented, "I made a good salad with Romaine greens, broccoli, tomatoes, nuts, and mandarin oranges, but I thought you'd rather go straight to your favorite meal."

"Mom, you were 50% right. You were correct to assume I'd skip the salad, but since last night, orange chicken is my second favorite thing to munch on."

She blushed, "I need to wash your mouth with soap!"

I giggled, "Will you do it AFTER I eat you?"

"Talking like that tells me your mother did a lousy job educating you."

After the main course, Mom served orange pudding with a piece of tiramisu cake. It was the first time in years I had such a delicious meal. I gazed at her, "Is this once-in-a-lifetime-meal supposed to soften me about savagely abusing your body?"

"Adam, stop threatening me, or I'll call 911."

"By the time they arrive, it will be too late. The only thing they will do is sit down and watch me exploit your assets."

"Shame, SHAME, S H A M E! I am not talking to you anymore. I go to bed." her robe slipped on the way, and she disappeared into her bedroom. I placed the used plates and utensils in the sink. When I was done, I undressed and opened her door.

Mom was lying on her bed with her arms above her head and her legs wide apart. She mumbled, "You are much stronger than me. I decided to give up, and when you are finished your disgusting act, I'll complain to the police."

As my pole rose to a full mast, I said, "Johnny's father is a police captain. Remind me after we are done. I'll call him myself, and we'll explain the rape."

"Honey, are you going to give a speech or do something useful on this bed?"

"Let's compromise: You choose the position you like and in return you'll forgive me and not call the police."

Mom hesitated, "I wanted to try something, but it may be too... heavy?"

"Lady, I am in good shape. Tell me what you want, and if I think it's undoable, we'll talk."

"I thought if you lie on your back... and I'll sit on you... I'll try to ride, but I weigh too much... Sorry, son. Bad idea."

"Mom, how much do you weigh? No cheating!"

"Two days ago, I checked: 132 pounds."

"Woman, what you said doesn't even count as a joke. I can lift you with one hand and much more than the same number in kilograms with 2 hands. The question is if you ever rode a horse."

"Once, when I was about your age. We were on a farm. Samuel led the horse as I sat on a saddle."

I smirked, "Mom, with your vast experience, you'll be a candidate for a medal in the Olympics. Jokes aside, let's do it. Don't be afraid - My sexual experience is minimal, as you well know, but I'll keep you stable. When you are on top of me, just do whatever you feel like doing and leave the rest to me."

I lay supine and Mom stood over my tummy with her legs on both my side. Her body slowly descended on my erect rod. I aimed it at her pussy, and she gingerly crouched on my spear. Interestingly, in that position, her cunt did not feel as tight as before, and her abundant self lubrication helped as well.

When my member was all in and she sat comfortably, she looked at me, "Honey, are you OK?"

I smiled, "You are light as a feather. And now that you are impaled by my weapon, you are stuck until I let you go. Let's ride."

She began a slow up and down movement. I loved her bouncing tits and cupped them, feeling their heaviness. Gradually, her movement changed with the addition of back and forth on my abdomen. I pinched her nipples lightly, and she moaned.

I noticed her rhythm increased and her head extended backward. Her pussy, that was moist before, felt like a river now. Mom was aroused, and it was time to up the ante.

Next, I started countering her movement, shoving her up and forward for each stroke. She lifted her arms, shut her eyes, and a moment later began quivering on my cock. Her movements turned unorganized, and I lifted my knees behind her to stabilize her body.

My eyes were focused on her erratically jiggling massive tits. Her balance depended now on my one hand grabbing her shoulder and my rock hard organ that prevented her from sliding down. My other hand caressed her cheek, and my thumb touched lightly her lips. Her mouth was open most of the time, alternating between gasping for air and wailing. I inserted my thumb into her mouth. She sucked it for a while and then continued making loud noises.

The sight of Mom in the middle of a powerful climax and her huge beauties dancing wildly before my eyes sent me over the edge. I accelerated my up and down moves and, seconds later, flooded her vagina with my slimy spunk.

Only when I began slowing down, I noticed Mom's body was no longer riding me. She sat almost lifeless, hardly breathing, and completely depended on me to keep her from falling down.

I gently lowered her onto the mattress and glanced at her. Her face was reddish and her respiration labored. However, she had a little smile and all her previously seen wrinkles near her eyes disappeared. She was savoring the moment. I kissed her lips gently and whispered, "Lady, you were awesome! I am proud of you. Remind me to print for you the riding certificate."

With her eyes still closed, she murmured, "Adam, this was a great ride. Thank you. I am so tired; I am not sure I'll be able to shower."

"I'll be happy to help soap you."

She giggled, "Why do I get the feeling your hands will do a much better job on some parts of my body compared to others?..."

"Mom, you are too suspicious. My concern is the opposite: Your sexy body will have a detrimental, or shall I say a 'crane-effect' on my poor penis, and I'll get stuck with a problem."

"Darling, knowing you, if you get stuck, it is going to be in my privates."

"Mother, how can I help you if you do not trust me?"

"Just saying, but if you use a male chastity belt in the shower..."

"Last chance: May I help you shower?"

"Do you have some strength left to carry me to the tub?"

I grinned, "May I carry you over the threshold first, and if you behave, I'll continue to the bathroom."

She laughed, "You are naughty!..."

Next, I started the hot water. Then I carried her to the tub and carefully stood her facing and leaning against the wall. I poured water on her neck and shoulders, watching it dripping down, some slipping through her crack. The view was very erotic. I stopped for a short time to watch it and heard Mom mumble, "You seem to be impressed by other than my breasts. Good to know."

I hugged her tummy from behind, and, as usual, when her naked body was on display, my cock was saluting her cute butt. She pushed her behind into me and whispered, "Adam, I guess it doesn't matter what I do or how I appear; you have a one track mind."

"You are absolutely right. Now remind me what the famous psychiatrist Dr. Freud said; didn't he mention to blame the parents for every sexual issue the child had?"

"Adam, I am too tired to argue. Let's finish. I intend to sleep for 24 hours."

"Don't you work tomorrow?"

"Lisa wanted to switch, so I'll be free like a bird."

"So what are you going to do all day? Should I come check on you a couple of times to ensure you are not cheating on me?..."

I finished soaping her back, and my hands crept toward her grand tetons. She continued leaning on the wall, and her voice was difficult to hear, "Honey, you play with my tits and my pussy is drenched. However, my brain is dead. You do whatever you wish with my body, but you will feel like being a necrophile. Let's finish here and go to sleep. Since I don't work tomorrow, I'll be extra nice."

I dried her up and carried her to bed, naked. I just brushed my teeth. When I returned, Mom was sound asleep.

...

I woke up half an hour before I sat my clock. WTF?

Only then, I realized my underwear was being pulled under me. Mom was trying to do it in such a way that I wouldn't feel it. Realizing her intent, I pretended to still be asleep but rolled slightly to make it easier to peel my boxers.

A short time later, her full lips enveloped my fast-extending rod, and her familiar, moist mouth accepted me inside it. I continued playing it cool, yet my rapidly growing pecker was a clear sign I was quite aware of her actions.

Mom pulled my prick for a second and murmured, "Honey, just relax and let Mommy brighten your day."

I laid back, placed a pillow under my head, and observed an expert at work. I wondered how a woman who had no sex life for so many years was such a BJ savvy, but I guessed it was like riding a bike: Once you learned it, the knowledge stayed forever. Not that I cared too much; As long as my cock was sucked, I was happy as a clam.

For me, the FEELING of her warm mouth was only part of the pleasure. WATCHING her lips engulf my member as her giant orbs bounce back and forth was another. But the most important part was knowing the lady who was doing it was no other than MY MOM!

She timed her oral job well. She wasn't in a hurry, going at a steady pace, building my arousal slowly but surely. Then my right hand caught a swaying tit and massaged it, and gently pinched the nipple.

Mom's pace accelerated, and my cock was tightly squeezed between her tongue and the palate. The awesome friction had an immediate effect on me: My pole was now at its maximum size and begging to shoot its load.

"Mom, I am about to explode!"

She reacted quickly: Mom shoved it all the way into her throat, and I was sure it reached the upper part of her esophagus. When my cock was buried, her fingers scratched my ass, pulling me even more into her mouth. Her tongue danced on the underside of my hardness, and I erupted in a rapid series of sperm jets.

Her mouth never waivered, and not a single drop was lost.

When my climax subsided, I fell back, feeling exhausted but happier than ever before.

I stared at her, "Mom, what was THAT?"

"Honey, I felt I owed you from yesterday. I also thought relieving your morning wood the natural way would give you a better start and increase your motivation at school. However, it wasn't just an altruistic gesture on my part. I love sucking you. The control it gives me to decide the timing of your orgasm and the musty, tangy taste of your seed are fantastic aphrodisiacs. Now you have to eat breakfast and run to class, but the sweet torture of waiting for you to come back and take care of me later is worth it..."