I started writing this story as a way to purge the demons of rubbish and unbelievability from my thoughts and writing. However, I've had so much fun writing this that I got carried away. What I had planned to be a very short story grew larger by the minute until I decided to just turn it into a series. It is a story filled with preposterous body proportions and total inconceivability, but I hope it gives you a chuckle if nothing else.
Her little Adonis, that's what Mom was fond of calling me as I grew up. Staring at myself in the full-length mirror attached to my closet door, I could see why she did. At just a shade over six-feet tall, blond haired and blue eyed; I was quite a handsome young man. My naked reflection showed a body chiseled with broad shoulders, well-defined chest muscles and six-pack abs. At 18 and a half years old I was extremely proud of how I looked, but I had something else that I was even prouder of. Hanging between my legs was a large set of hairless balls and an 11-inch dick, when fully aroused anyway. Which, by the way, was most of the time. Yes Tucker, you have the world in your hands I thought to myself as my hand steadily pumped the beast in its grasp.
Yes, that really is my name. Tucker Woodruff. Beloved, and only son of Janice and Don Woodruff. My friends however call me Tucker The Fucker, every since it was discovered that I had shagged Cindy Ellison's Mom in her garage after doing their yard work almost a year ago. It only happened that one time, Cindy's Dad decided to do his own yard work right after that splendid day. I also gained valuable knowledge from that wonderful experience. Never, ever, tell my friends about anymore of my exploits. Offers to do yard work in the neighborhoods around my house have increased quite a bit this summer. Yep, the cash and the gash would be flowing this summer I chuckled to myself, my hand now pumping faster on my enlarged tool. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to build in my balls, until the sound of Mom screaming up at my bedroom window stopped that in its tracks.
"What Mom," I hollered down through the open window, knowing she wasn't able to see below my waist.
"I asked you to water the flowerbeds along this side of the house," she shouted up at me.
"I will," I told her irritably.
"Now mister, not next week," she commanded.
"Be right down," I said, and then went to put on some clothes.
Now I have to tell you about my Mother. Believe it or not, she is an honest-to-goodness librarian at the city library. She even looks the part, from the mid-calf dresses she wears, the always-present sweater draped over her shoulders, to the half-lens glasses hanging from a chain around her neck, when they're not perched on her dainty nose. I'm not implying that my Mother is not good looking, far from it actually. She has short dishwater blonde hair, stands about five-seven and probably weighs no more than a hundred and thirty pounds. She spends a lot of her free time by our pool, so I can honestly say that she has a killer body for someone who's forty-three years old. Even in the one-piece bathing suit she wears I can see she has enormous boobs, slightly wide hips and a firm looking round ass. She can also light up a room, her green eyes have a way of twinkling as soon as her full, sensuous lips, spreads into a charming and off-putting smile.
After throwing on a tee shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants I took the stairs two at a time and almost bowled Mom over at the bottom. She had just rounded the corner near the stairs and I ran right into her. Reacting quickly I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in my direction so she wouldn't land on her ass. Our bodies came together, her huge boobs mashed into my chest, and before I could stop us we fell backwards onto the stairs with her on top of me. She squealed when she felt my hands automatically grab her butt to prevent her from sliding down the front of me.
"Tucker! What the hell..." she croaked.
"Sorry Mom," I stammered not removing my hands from those glorious buns.
"Let me up right this minute," she said with a little anger in her voice.
I reluctantly released the death grip I had on her ass and tried to help her get off of me. The long dress she had on was making it difficult for her to place her knees on the stairs, and every time she squirmed our crotches rubbed against each other's. By the time she was able to spread her knees wide enough to straddle my hips I was in a state of arousal. Instead of my tube steak running down my pants leg, it had snaked its way up toward my navel. There was no way that Mom couldn't help but feel my meat pressed into her since she was all but sitting on it. Her face turned a bright red and I swear she let out a soft moan as she struggled to regain her feet, rubbing her crotch roughly against me in the process. Once we were able to stand I lit out of there before she had a chance to tear me a new one, raining apologies all the way to the back sliding glass door.
When I reached the corner of the house I stopped dead in my tracks. Stretched out on a towel right next to the pool she lay, in all her tanned; toned; evil glory. Julie Woodruff, the bane of my existence, the nemesis to my Captain Kirk, my older sister. Bitchiness personified. If you're wondering what she looks like, just picture what I said about my Mom. It was scary how much those two looked alike. As a matter of fact, both Dad and I have come up behind them on separate occasions, only to find out it wasn't who we thought it was. The only difference between the two is, Julie is twenty-three years younger and doesn't have the wonderful softness that Mom has, especially in the hip and ass areas. Julie does have the same enormous tits that Mom has, and with her top untied and her boobs flattened under her, I was getting quite the eye-full of the pale white side of the one closest to me. Another thing that Julie has is the same baby-blue eyes that I have, something we got from our Dad. As I stood there transfixed, eyes roaming over her glistening tanned body, I saw her eyes open and stare at me, a sneer formed on her face.
"What the hell are you looking at CREEP," she called out, emphasizing her favorite word for me.
"With that thong on, aren't you afraid of burning your box if you spread too wide," I shot back childishly.
"Fuck you pervert," she replied, then turned her face in the other direction.
Unsure which one of us had won that round I grabbed the water hose and began to wet down the flowerbed along this side of the house. Halfway through I glanced over my shoulder in her direction and noticed that she was lying right at the very edge of the pool. A devious plan soon began to take root in my sub-consciousness. Turning to face her I called out, the nozzle of the hose pointed her way.
"Ohhhhh Julie!"
As soon as her face came around to face me I let her have it. I squeezed the nozzle trigger to the maximum, releasing a powerful stream of cold water that caught her in the side right below her boob. She screamed as soon as the jet of cold water touched her and instinctively recoiled away from it. SPLASH! Into the pool she went, her bathing suit top still lying flat on the towel.
"Splish splash I was taking a bath," I snickered, bending over with laughter.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she screamed as soon as her head cleared the water.
"What the hell is going on out here," Mom shouted coming around the corner.
