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.
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Everyone involved is 18 or over.
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Dr North sat in his armchair, his laptop on his knees, his IM software up and running, waiting for Jessica to message him. He glanced at the clock - - just a couple of minutes to five in the afternoon - - and grinned, sipping his whisky. Everything had gone according to plan. He'd managed to install a security camera on the exterior wall of Jessica's house, capturing her, her sons and her daughter all fucking together near their pool. That was the leverage he needed - - not blackmail - - but persuade her to help him get together with his late patient's wife, Samantha.
Samantha's late husband Franklin had refused Dr North permission to take his much younger trophy wife as a patient, denying him even the slightest chance to get his hand on those wonderful, huge fake tits of hers. He'd wanted her for so long, lusted after her as many of Franklin's friends and colleagues had, and now he had the chance. Finding out, purely by accident, that not only was Samantha fucking her step-son Adam, but that Jessica was fucking her own sons allowed him to put a plan together that was just one step away from completion. A plan which would finally let him fuck Samantha.
And if he ended up screwing Jessica along the way - - well, that was just an added bonus.
He glanced at the clock on his laptop - - 5:01. Jessica was late. She was meant to message him at 5 so they could arrange a time and place to meet up the next day.
Just a minute later, Jessica logged in and sent him a message.
>>Well, here I am.<< she typed.
>>So glad you could join me<< he replied using the user name drbt. >>Have you and Samantha agreed a time and a place?<<
>>No, we haven't.<< Jessica typed. Dr North frowned - - this wasn't part of the plan. >>I haven't been able to speak with her yet.<< she continued. >>She's still upset about Franklin.<<
Dr North laughed. >>She didn't seem concerned at his funeral when she was fucking you and her step son...<< he typed.
>>It's only just hitting her that she's gone.<< Jessica typed. At the same time, a loud knock at the door made Dr North look up before he turned back to his PC. >>She needs time to adjust.<< Jessica had written.
>>If I can't have her...<< Dr North typed, leaving the end hanging. Another, louder series of knocks came from the door, making him swear. Now of all times? he thought.
>>We can come to some arrangement, I'm sure.<<
More and louder knocking from the door. "Shit," Dr North said. He thought for a second - - it was probably some charity collectors or religious group looking for converts. The knocks were loud and repeated. "Shit," he said. He quickly put the laptop down and hurried out of the room to the front door, flinging it open, preparing to unleash a torrent of abuse on whoever had the bad timing to call at this time.
It was Samantha, looking up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Samantha? Ummm - - what - - what are - -?" he managed, completely surprised.
"Doctor? I'm sorry to trouble you," Samantha said, wiping at her eyes. "But you said - - if I needed - - needed to talk - - to someone,"
"Ummmm - - yes - - errr - - that is - - " he stammered, looking back over his shoulder into the house, thinking about the laptop.
"You're busy, I'm sorry," Samantha said, stifling a cry. "I should have called ahead - - sorry - - I'll leave," she said, turning to go.
"No, no, don't go - - ummm - - come in, please," he said, moving aside.
"Are you sure? I mean I don't want to disturb you if you're doing something," Samantha said.
"No problem, please, just - - ahhh - - just five seconds to - - errr finish something," he said, walking after her as she entered the house, heading straight for the living room. As Samantha walked into the room, he rushed to the laptop, staring at the screen.
>>Are you there?<< Jessica had typed while he was at the door. >>If you don't answer, the deal's off.<<
"Give me just a moment," the doctor said, starting to type.
>>Sorry, someone at the door...<< he typed.
"I'm sorry, doctor," Samantha said, walking to the window opposite him, fiddling with the couple of pictures he had on the side. "I should have called, you're obviously busy."
>>You answer the door instead of arranging a fuck date with me?<< Jessica typed on screen.
"No, honestly, just - - just give me a moment or two," Dr North said to Samantha.
>>Samantha's just arrived<< he typed back to Jessica.
>>Bullshit<< Jessica responded. >>That's a big fucking coincidence.<<
>>Yes it is... you didn't plan this did you?<<
>>I told you I haven't seen her for days<< Jessica typed. >>I don't believe she's there. I'm going to call her<<
"What can I do for you, Samantha?" Dr North asked her. The short and stacked blonde turned to him and he couldn't stop his eyes wandering over the tight dress she wore that clung to her huge tits, accentuating their shape and size. How he longed to get his hands on them.
"It's just - - well, since Franklin's death - - oh I don't know where to start. I've been so confused, doctor, I don't know where to turn."
Dr North tried not to smile. "Well, your step-son seemed - - " He was interrupted by Samantha's phone ringing in her small clutch bag.
"Sorry, doctor, let me just get that," she said. "Hello? Hi Jess - - no, I'm okay - - no, really - - I'm trying to sort something out at the moment - - I'm at Franklin's doctor's - - that's right, Dr North - - he's offered to help." She paused and looked at the doctor as she listened to Jessica, frowning slightly. "No," she said after a moment. "No, he hasn't mentioned anything about that."
Dr North felt the blood drain from his face and quickly turned back to the laptop. >>What are you telling her?<< he typed.
Samantha stood opposite him, her phone held to her ear, still looking at him.
>>WHAT ARE YOU TELLING HER??????????<< he typed.
"I see," Samantha said. "Thanks for letting me know - - okay, speak soon - - love you, too," she said before hanging up. She stared at the doctor. "Who are you instant messaging, Doctor?" she asked.
"No-one!" he said. "I mean - - I'm not - - why would you think I'm - - "
"You've just given yourself away, Doctor," Samantha said with a smile. "You're the one trying to blackmail me and Jessica, aren't you?"
"What? No - - I mean - - how did you know?"
"Your IM name - - drbt? Dr BT? Dr Big Tits? Am I right?"
"Oh God - - Samantha, I'm sorry - - I only tried it because - - you're gorgeous and - - I so want you," Dr North babbled. "Franklin wouldn't let me - - treat you so - - "
"So you thought you'd blackmail me into having sex with you?" She turned back to her phone and sent a quick text message. A moment later there was a knock at the door and, ignoring the Doctor's pleas, Samantha headed out and answered the door. When she returned, she was accompanied by two female police officers, a tall brunette with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a shorter blonde, both of whom appeared to be as stacked as Samantha.
"That's the blackmailer, Officer Reynolds," Samantha said.
"Take his laptop would you, Officer Phelan," the brunette said. "Where's the recorder?" she asked Samantha who pointed over to the window sill where she'd been fiddling with the pictures. Dr North groaned as he realised she'd placed a recorder to capture their conversation which the brunette officer now picked up as the other one took his laptop.
"He's been messaging Jessica," Officer Phelan said as she looked at the screen. She quickly typed >>We have him!<< before closing the laptop down.
"Anything to say for yourself, Dr North?" Officer Reynolds said. He held his head in his hands, shaking it. "Good. Here's the deal," she said, making him look up. "If we arrest you for blackmail, Jessica and her family are exposed and as everything they do is consensual and they're all over age, we don't want their lives ruined by you."