Introduction: The main characters are Marie, Cherie, and Larry, Marie's son. Bob is Cherie's husband but we haven't been able to locate him. He is, however, actively alive.
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Marie was from France, actually from Marseille. Most of the men she met were sailors, and because they were apt to ship off to some remote port, she avoided sailors. She wanted to get married and raise a family. She did meet a dashing young sailor, very briefly, and he showed his love for her by knocking her up. People told her she should move to Paris and find work in films. She was beautiful enough, and could certainly act as well as most women do. This was not to be.
Paris was crawling with street walkers, literally. Marie didn't want to be taken for a '
putain
', or whore. So she decided to move to Boston, where there was a sizable French population. She took her little boy with her. Not that there weren't whores in Boston, but most of them were college students giving it away free.
When we first meet Marie she is a grown woman. She had graduated early from school in France and was looking for a situation where she could help humanity and earn enough to have a nice apartment. She was a beautiful woman, with big blue eyes and dark blond hair. Her skin was like porcelain. Her smile was infectious and those who were in a foul mood, after seeing Marie, left smiling. She had a son who was gifted in one respect and only in one respect. He was a polymath, but that wasn't his claim to fame. He had a huge penis, and that itself set him apart from most of male humanity. When he was born the delivery nurse thought her eyesight needed checking; she could not believe a new baby could be sporting a 3-inch penis. That explained why the delivery required surgery.
Marie is now 36 years old and her son, whom she named Lavoisier after the great French chemist, has grown into a handsome young man. She called her son Larry for short because most people couldn't pronounce his French name. She home-schooled Larry because of the size of his penis. He'd draw a crowd every time he went to take a leak.
She married a musician in France, a tuba player in a concert band. His name was Marcel. What attracted her to Marcel was his mouth - actually his lips. Tuba players have big lips. (If you don't know what a tuba is, you may want to Google it.) Marcel was despondent most of the time because tuba players weren't much in demand in France. He should have taken up the accordion but hindsight always gives you the view of a donkey's tail. One day Marcel went out to buy cigarettes and never came back.
Marie was entering that time in her life where she needed a man more than ever. She had that itch in her pussy that caused many women before her to jump off the Mystic River Bridge. She got herself an apartment on Beacon Street, a very large two bedroom on the third floor, in an old building. There was a window in the rear of the apartment where she could look out onto Storrow Drive. Storrow Drive ran along the Charles River, and if you don't live in Boston all you need to know is, car crashes were the main attraction. Every time she looked out the window, there was another pile up on Storrow Drive.
Marie had a beautiful body. Too bad Renoir was dead because he would have loved to paint her. Her breasts were large, and full, with pink nipples that would make your mouth water. She had a small waist, and her buttocks were full and plump. On this particular day she was going to take a bath so she headed down the dark hallway, her solid, jutting jugs bounced and swayed beneath her baby doll. The scraping of her nipples against the thin material increased her arousal. Larry's bedroom door happened to be closed, which was unusual. It was usually open. She knelt at his keyhole and gasped with amazement.
Before we get too far afield, you're probably wondering about a polymath. It's a person with a wide range of knowledge, not necessarily a mathematician or a PhD. If you meet one of these guys your first impression might be negative, and you may want to kick his ass. In Larry's case his claim to fame was his weapon. It was very large and scary. Marie saw it one day when he was in the shower, and she almost fainted from the size of it! Larry was eighteen when our narrative begins.
As Larry lay sleeping, the early sunlight from the window on the far side of the room splashed over his body. The sheets were crumpled about his middle, hiding most of his form. One foot was thrust off the bed, one arm was behind his head, and his face was turned toward the wall. Half of his chest was exposed, revealing well defined pec's and one, tiny dark nipple. He wasn't a tall person, only five feet, eight inches tall. But the size of his truncheon would have looked better on a circus giant. It was over a foot long, even in repose. She remembered Toulouse-Lautrec, the famous artist who lived in Paris. He was deformed, and had a monstrous weapon.
Marie stood in the doorway, feeling awkward. She pressed her hands together to keep them from shaking and took a cautious step into the room. After closing the door, she moved quietly toward the bed then sat down gingerly. When she did, Larry stirred slightly, one arm flopping against her knee.
Marie's throat was tight, her mouth dry. She could stop now, she knew, but also knew she wouldn't. She let her eyes move over her son's body, then concentrated on the thick bulge under the sheets. Was that thing asleep or faking it? She wondered.
Carefully she tugged at the sheets, lowering them from his chest, past his belly button, over the dark patch of crotch hair. She could see the base of his cock. It was thick and meaty, half-hard. She pulled the sheets all the way down, and almost screamed.
Larry's cock was a study in perfection. Even relaxed, it was well shaped, riddled with large purplish veins and covered with a pink sheath of loose skin, it was delicious looking. The tightness in her throat intensified.
She let her gaze take in his other features. He was not tall, well under six feet, and lightly tanned. People could lie along the Charles River to get some sun, but it was hardly like Miami Beach. There were mostly college students laying on the grass, pretending to read a book, but in reality hoping to meet someone for some fun. You never got a good tan lying along the Charles River.
Larry's frame was almost completely hairless, making him look like warm marble-a small statue of a young Apollo. But his dick was way out of proportion to the rest of him.
She lifted her hand, then placed it over his cock. A couple of seconds later, she felt it throb to life, stretch across her palm like a slow-moving snake. Soon it was fully erect, pulsating to her touch.
"My God," Marie whispered, feeling her pussy begin to twitch, bubble with juices. She fought the urge to lunge forward and gobble that beautiful prick down with one gulp. But how do you gulp down a cock that size? She knew it would surely wake him, and she didn't want that. Not just yet.
She moved her fingers away from his prick and ran them through his pubic hair. It wasn't nearly as wiry as she thought it would be; it was almost as silky as hers. Her fingers played over his stomach, then up to his chest. She stroked him softly all over, especially over his neck and shoulders.
Finally, when she could stand the anticipation no longer, she lowered her face to his thigh. She licked his very large testicles. Immediately a spasm of pleasure shot down the back of her throat, filtered through her rib cage and seemed to tickle her cunt.
"Mmmmm ..." Larry murmured, licking his dry lips.
Marie lay perfectly still, letting her tongue remain on his nut. When he relaxed again she moved her head further up on his body and kissed the side of his cock. Again she felt a fission of pleasure rip through her pussy.
"Sleep,
mon cher
," she murmured. "Mommy will suck you while you dream ..."
Her words were caressing as she slipped her mouth around the tip of his cock knob. She moistened the silky foreskin with her wet tongue, then inched her lips further down the shaft. As the bulge of his cock moved across her tongue, she felt it moving towards the back of her throat. Seconds later, half of his shaft was down her esophagus. She almost needed to gag.
