These stories will feature mature mothers with big, fake breasts enjoying the over-sized endowments of their sons. If that's not something you want to read then go find something else on this excellent site.
Feedback is appreciated but don't bitch about how unrealistic or clichéd the scenario is in the comments - - you'll be wasting your time and mine.
Everyone involved is 18 or over.
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When Samantha and Franklin pulled up outside their house it was just in time to see Trina, Adam's girlfriend, storm out, slamming the door behind her. Without saying a word to them, she got in her own car and sped off down the street.
"She didn't look happy," Franklin said as they entered the house. "Adam? You here, son?" he called out.
"In the kitchen, dad," Adam called in reply. Franklin and Samantha walked in to find him sat at the large table, a slightly bemused look on his face. Samantha smiled as she took in his large, muscular frame which was barely hidden beneath a white vest top and a small pair of shorts. She winked as he looked up at her.
"We just saw Trina leave in a hurry," Franklin said. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Just - - we broke up," Adam said with a shrug.
"Really? After all these years?" his father said. Adam and Trina had dated since high school and, as far as Franklin knew, they'd been set to get married at some point.
"Well, there's plenty more fish in the sea, right?" Samantha said as she walked past him, squeezing his shoulder in a comforting manner before fixing herself a cold drink.
"Do you - - do you need to - - ahh - - talk about it?" Franklin asked, clearly uncomfortable at the prospect.
"I could do with talking it over, dad," Adam said, almost laughing at his father's terrified expression. "I think Sammie might be better, though," he said. "If that's okay?"
"No, no, perfectly understandable," Franklin said with barely disguised relief. "Maybe the pair of you could, ah, head out somewhere? You know, away from the scene of the, ah, scene of the crime. So to speak."
"Oh Franklin, hush," Samantha said. "Don't talk about it like that. But it's not a bad idea, getting out of the house. If you'll give me a minute to get changed we can get going."
"And maybe you can get dressed as well?" Franklin said to Adam.
"No, I think he's okay," Samantha said. "I was thinking of heading to the beach, anyway."
Half an hour later, Samantha and her step-son Adam sat in her car as she drove them down the street. She wore a large, old T-shirt over a bikini top that was almost visible through the faded cotton of her top, the collar of which was so large it kept slipping over one of her shoulders, exposing the tops of her round, big tits. Other than that, Adam could only see a pair of shorts that were cut way up high on her thighs.
"So where are we going - - Mom?" he asked with a broad, simple grin.
"You like calling me Mom when we're alone, don't you sweetheart?" Samantha asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Is - - is that okay?"
"It's perfect, sweetheart. Mommy really likes it," she said, winking at him. "And as far as where we're going, Mommy's going to take us to a quiet little place she knows and, as long as no-one's there, we're going to have some naughty fun."
"Like yesterday, Mom?" Adam asked, thinking back to the first time they had sex.
"Oh yes, just like yesterday - - only Mommy plans on being a whole lot naughtier," Samantha said, reaching over and sliding her hand up the leg of his shorts, her fingers finding the big, spongy head of his cock, already half-hard. Adam moved round in his seat, allowing her to lean across a little, her hand now wrapped round his length. "Mmmm, such a big cock for Mommy," she sighed, grinning as she felt it buck and deliver a thick stream of pre-cum over her hand.
She withdrew her hand and, as he watched, sucked and licked the clear fluid from her fingers and palm.
"Mommy loves how you taste, sweetheart," she said, making a show of smacking her lips clean. "But you'd best keep that for later." Adam pouted a little which made her smile and slide her hand back up his shorts to rub at his cock head again. "You just wait, sweetheart," she said.
Samantha took them out to the beach but further along than Adam normally went with his friends, leaving the usual places that were frequented by townsfolk and tourists behind. She eventually pulled off the highway and drove out to a small parking lot that looked as though it had last been maintained in the 1950's. There was a ramshackle guard hut that obviously hadn't been used in years, the paint marking the spaces had all but worn away, and most of the lot's cracked surface was covered in sand.
"Good, didn't think there'd be anyone here," Samantha said, parking up and getting out. "Would you give Mommy a hand carrying some things, sweetheart?" she asked Adam as he got out. She opened the trunk and between them they fished out two fold-up sun loungers, a cooler and Samantha's beach bag. Together they walked out of the lot, down some old steps and on to the warm sand of the beach that was deserted even though it was still early afternoon.
Finding a spot that was hidden from the parking lot, they pitched up their sun loungers. As Samantha stripped off her T-shirt, Adam's gaze instantly fixed on her huge tits. The perfect, round orbs sat high on her chest, the cleavage between them wide as gravity pulled them slightly to the sides, the tiny dark bikini top offering no real support. It was just a couple of triangles of dark cloth covering her small, hard nipples, linked together by thin lines of cotton.
"You like Mommy's bikini, sweetheart?" she asked Adam, noticing his blatant stare. He nodded and smiled. "Really? Or do you like Mommy's big titties?" she asked, cupping her huge, fake mounds and pushing them together.
"Both, Mom," Adam said.
"If I'm going to do some sunbathing," Samantha said, groping her own tits, "I'm not going to want any tan lines. What do you think, Adam? Should Mommy take her little bikini off. Would you be okay with seeing Mommy's naked, big tits?"
Adam nodded eagerly and watched as Samantha tugged on the knots at the side, quickly throwing the tiny piece of material away, revealing her huge mounds to his gaze. She cupped them again, bringing first one then the other close to her face, flicking her tongue out and over her nipples, watching him the entire time.
"What do you think, sweetheart? Does Mommy have nice big tits?"
"Gosh, Mom - - they're great," Adam said with a big grin.
"Mommy doesn't want to get them sunburned, sweetheart. Would you like to put some lotion on them?" She laughed gently as he nodded again. "Get the bottle from Mommy's bag then straddle me."
Adam rummaged in her beach bag and withdrew a small bottle before stepping over her with one leg, straddling her waist. He opened the bottle and, as Samantha held her big tits together, he drizzled a thin stream of clear fluid all over them. It ran across her perfect orbs, dribbling into her cleavage and pooling in the base of her neck before he placed the bottle to one side.
"Rub it all in for Mommy," she said, moving her hands and letting him take over, the pair of them watching as his big hands slid across her huge tits, the slippery liquid allowing him to glide over them, spreading the clear fluid all over. "You like that?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, Mom," Adam said, almost in a daze. Despite the size of his hands, he still couldn't cover them. He loved squeezing them gently, watching the firm tit-flesh bulge outside his hands as he groped them.
Samantha reached up and ran her hands along the outline of his huge, hard cock that strained against his shorts, threatening to burst free.
"Mmmm, such a big, hard cock for Mommy," she said. "It is for Mommy, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah, Mom - - all yours," he said.
"Then lose the shorts, sweetheart. Mommy wants to see that cock of yours again."
Adam moved faster than she'd ever seen him move before, stepping back over her, whipping his shorts off and then straddling her again, his hands instantly clamped on to her huge tits once more. Samantha wasted no time either and grabbed his prick in both hands, using the liquid from over her tits to gently stroke his entire length from base to tip.
"Gosh, Mom - - feels so good," Adam said, still running his hands over her tits.
"What does, sweetheart?" Samantha asked with a smile. She loved how he found it difficult to say any dirty words.
"Your hands on my - - my - - my dick," he said, actually blushing a little.
"And Mommy likes your hands on her tits, and like I said yesterday, any time you want me, you just say, sweetheart." She gently tugged on his cock, pulling it down. "Right now, though, Mommy wants her tits fucked. Will you do that for Mommy?"
Adam bent his knees and at the same pushed her huge mounds together, watching as Samantha guided the flared head of his prick to her cleavage. He pushed forwards, the fluid easing his passage, and sighed as his cock slid between her big tits, disappearing into the hot, slippery cavern.
"Ohhhhh God," he gasped.
"Oh that's it, sweetheart - - fuck Mommy's tits," Samantha moaned as she saw his cock head appear just below her chin. She bent her neck, stuck out her tongue and lashed it all around the head of his prick, sucking on the bulbous knob as it slid between her tits.
"Mom - - what about - - what about the sun lotion?" Adam gasped, worried about her swallowing it.
