This is a lighthearted and not very serious attempt to explain why all the characters in my stories have big tits and big dicks.
As with all my stuff, this will feature large breasted women having sex with big dicked men with plenty of anal and cumshots. Consider this your warning about the content so don't bother complaining about yet another story on Literotica featuring huge tits and dicks -- if that isn't your thing, then stop reading now and leave the rest of us to enjoy ourselves.
As always, everyone is 18 or over.
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"Are you okay, honey? You've been awfully quiet today."
Mark glanced over at his mother who sat at the opposite end of the sofa from him. She had her long legs drawn up and tucked under her delectable, round ass that was clad in a skin-tight pair of yoga pants; her arms were folded under the swell of her massive tits that were currently encased in a tight T-shirt; her blonde hair was tied back in a loose pony tail; her gorgeous face was currently frowning slightly at him.
"I'm okay, mom," he said, turning back to the TV that was showing some documentary his mother was interested in. He sighed, thinking back to the conversation he'd had with his cousin earlier that day.
"Come on, honey, you know you can tell me anything," Angela said. Since Mark's father had died ten years before, Angela had done everything she could to be there for her son. First and foremost, of course, she was his mother, but she tried as best she could to be his friend and confidant whenever he needed.
Mark sighed. "It's nothing -- just -- Luke said there was a girl who liked me, that's all -- and I don't think he's right." He shrugged away his comment, pretending to watch the documentary.
"A girl, eh?" Angela asked with a big smile. "Well, I hope he's wrong. I don't like the idea of you dating."
"Come on, mom," Mark said with a laugh. "I'm 18 now, and you never had a problem with me dating before." There had been a succession of girlfriends over the last couple of years -- cheerleaders, mostly -- but none of them had lasted long.
"Exactly, you're 18. You're a young man and if you're dating now, there's an expectation you'll do more than just kissing and cuddling, and I'm not comfortable with that." Angela said.
"Mom, are you saying you don't want me to have sex?" Mark asked.
Because you're telling me too late!
he thought.
Angela shrugged, her big tits jiggling softly in her T-shirt. "I know you have your needs like any other young man." She smiled at him. "After all, I do the laundry, remember?"
"What -- what do you mean?" Mark asked, his smile fading.
Angela giggled. "A couple of days ago, I found a pair of my panties that you'd -- you know -- finished off in," she said with a big grin that got wider as Mark blushed a deep red.
"Oh Jesus, mom, I -- I'm sorry -- I -- "
His mother waved her hand, dismissing it. "Please, I've got plenty more, I didn't mind." She smirked at him. "Though you might want to make sure you -- you know -- release yourself a little more often. It looked as though there was a month's worth in there!" she laughed.
Mark thought back to the other day when he'd found a pair of his mom's lace panties and jerked off in to them, thinking of her the whole time. He'd found them late in the afternoon, after spending a day looking at porn. He didn't have a panty fetish or anything like that but all the porn he'd watched had featured busty MILFs just like his mom and when he'd caught sight of her small, lace thong he hadn't been able to help himself.
"Actually, mom, that was the third time I'd done it that day," he said before he could stop himself. As his mother's eyes went wide, his face burned scarlet.
"You mean -- it was the third time you'd -- done it in my panties that day?" Angela asked.
"No -- I -- I mean it was -- the third load -- that day." He'd jerked off twice that day watching porn and then, on his way back from the bathroom, he'd spotted her panties.
"But -- there was -- so much of it!" she said in surprise, thinking back to the cum-sodden panties she'd found in the laundry hamper. They'd been soaked through, globs of fresh cum covering the lacey material, the wadded-up panties actually dripping as she'd lifted them up, the salty smell of fresh jizz wafting over her.
Mark shrugged, still embarrassed. "It's -- it's like that every time," he said, half ashamed, half proud. After filling her panties up, he'd planned to wash them out so she wouldn't know but -- as he'd heard her car pulling in to the drive just moments after he'd finished shooting his load, he'd had no choice but to stuff her panties back in the hamper.
"Really?" Angela asked quietly. She licked her lips unconsciously and swallowed as her mouth filled with saliva. The fresh cum in her panties had been so warm and tempting -- even though she knew it was wrong at the time, she hadn't been able to stop herself from scooping some up -- and sucking her finger clean. And after the first taste of her son's delicious, rich cum, she'd eagerly drank down the rest, cramming her panties in her mouth so she wouldn't miss a drop. "You -- produce that much -- every time?" she asked him, licking her lips again.
"Uh-huh," Mark said, thinking back to his conversation with Luke.
Holy fucking shit,
he thought.
Was Luke right?
His mother stared at him for a moment before she abruptly stood and left the room, leaving Mark confused and more than a little horny.
So much for Luke's theory,
Mark thought.
A moment or two later, Angela walked back in to the room and sat back down on the sofa, not looking at him, her cheeks red, her hands clenched in her lap. She and Mark sat in silence for a few minutes, both of them pretending to watch the TV, Angela's hands working in her lap, gripping whatever it was she had in them.
After a while, Angela turned her head and looked at him.
"Mark? I'd -- I'd like to ask you -- to do something for me," she said after building up her courage.
"What's that, mom?" Mark asked.
"It's -- it's not something -- a mother should ask her son," Angela said, blushing furiously.
"Come on, mom, you know I'd do anything for you," Mark said and he meant it. No-one else in the world meant as much to him as his mother.
"Would you -- would you -- finish off in these for me?" she asked, holding up a pair of tiny, black lace panties.
Mark's eyes went wide. "You want me to -- cum in your panties?" he asked breathlessly.
"Oh God, I know I shouldn't have asked you," Angela cried, burying her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, you must hate me, think I'm some terrible kind of deviant for asking you to do that, forget it, just forget it!" she said in a rush.
"Hey, mom -- it's okay -- it's okay," Mark said. "I don't think you're a pervert or anything -- or if you are -- well, maybe I am, too."
Angela looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
"I mean -- I'm willing to do it -- you know -- cum in your pants," Mark said, blushing himself. He had no idea what had come over his mother, or if his cousin's theory was true -- he just wasn't going to miss out on this opportunity. He pushed his sweat pants off and spun round, sitting on the sofa so that he was facing her, and pushed the waistband of his boxer shorts down below his balls, hoisting out his half-hard cock for her to see.
Angela gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth. "Jesus, Mark," she said, staring at her son's rapidly hardening prick as he jerked on it slowly. "That's -- that's a really big cock," she sighed. "And look at the size of your balls. No wonder you produce big loads."
Mark's huge cock stood upright in his hand as he slowly stroked it, the bulbous head spurting out pre-cum which he used as lubricant. He watched his mother as she turned in her seat, her feet drawn up into her crotch, her knees dropping wide giving him a perfect view of her yoga pants stretched tight over her pussy, her huge tits straining against her T-shirt. The whole time, she stared at his mammoth prick. As if in a daze, she licked her lips as she watched more pre-cum drool from the head of his shaft, one of her hands -- still holding her panties -- cupping one of her big tits, the other rubbing at her pussy through her yoga pants.
"You like watching me jerk off, mom?" Mark asked quietly.
"I shouldn't," Angela said, her eyes almost glazing over with lust, "but I do -- especially -- as it's so big."
"Do you like my big dick, mom?" Mark asked her. She nodded, staring at it, moaning as more pre-cum dribbled from the head. "Why do you want me to cum in your panties, mom?" he asked. "Do you like cum?"
Angela grabbed at her big tits, rubbing at her pussy at the same time, almost as if she was unaware of Mark, transfixed as she was by his big cock.
"Shouldn't -- shouldn't be telling you this," she sighed, "but I -- I have something of a -- hmmm -- cum fetish."
"Really?" Mark asked. "So tell me -- what did you do when you found those panties I'd filled up?"
Angela licked at her lips again. "I -- I really shouldn't tell you," she said.
"Come on, mom," he said, stroking his big dick at her. "Tell me what you did."
Angela moaned at the memory. "I know it was wrong but -- I couldn't stop myself."
"Couldn't stop yourself from doing what?" Mark asked her.
"It was so fresh -- so warm -- I had to -- to taste it."
"And did you like it?" Mark asked.
"Hm-hmm -- it was soooooo goooooood," Angela sighed. "I took a little at first and then -- then I couldn't stop myself from -- tasting it -- drinking it all down."
Mark grinned, still stroking his cock, the slick sounds of his hand moving up and down filling the room.