"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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"Dirk, this is my Mother, Monica."
Allison and I had just walked to her home from school and found Carla, Mrs. B. and another woman sitting at the kitchen table. I was acquainted with Mrs. B's, that is Carla's, immense tits. I had groped and fondled them over the past several days. I had watched them bounce and wiggle while we fucked. I had stared in stunned amazement as she had displayed just how big they were while all but destroying one of her daughters t-shirts.
And THIS was her mother?
Sitting across from Carla was s a distinguished looking woman. Grey hair cropped neatly in a flattering short cut. Her blouse was a grey animal print blouse. The modest V-necked blouse was showing no cleavage. I have to admit I was surprised as both her daughter and granddaughter were well endowed!
"Let me freshen your coffee, hon," she said as she reached for Carla's coffee cup. Getting up she walked to the peninsula and refilled both cups.
Great Googly Moogly!
Boy was I wrong! Monica was stacked! In spades!
As she moved to the kitchen counter she shot me a little grin. As if she knew what I was thinking. What had confused me was that unlike her daughter and granddaughter, her breasts were very low slung, starting well down on her chest, they reached almost to her hips. Vastly round, they stretched outward to both sides. As she stood filling the coffee cups I could easily see both her breasts from behind! They were wider than her shoulders!
I have to admit I was staring as she moved around the kitchen. The slightest movement resulted in quivering, shaking, liquid movements under her blouse. She had enormous breasts! Really enormous! As she moved they moved and shook! Her breasts were flexing and bouncing as she moved. And when she returned to her seat I swear the bottom of her breasts bounced on the table top before she leaned back into her chair.
"Dirk, Mom needs someone to clean her pool. Do you think that you would be up to the challenge?" asked Carla.
"Sure," I responded, smiling at Monica. "I like a challenge, you know! Is it a big pool?"
"Larger than some, smaller than others," responded Monica. She still had that small grin on her face. I thought I saw her look me up and down when I turned to Allison.
"Is it okay if we don't study together today, honey?" I asked.
"Fine by me. Don't get in any trouble. I'm heading upstairs, Mom. Good to see you Grams!" She was gone almost immediately.
"Well, let me get my things from the living room," Monica said, rising again and prancing across the room. This time I noticed that she was wearing heels and a snug fitting mini-skirt. Not very fashionable but they did show off a pair of muscular, curvy legs.
As soon as both of them were out of the room Carla was hugging me tightly, pressing her tits against my chest and squeezing my butt with both hands. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and gave me a hot kiss before pulling back.
"I told Mom all about you, Dirk. She's really excited to meet you, you know!"
"Everything?" I asked incredulously.
"I never keep secrets from Mom," she responded as she made sure to let me feel her smooth her tits across my chest. "Don't let me down, honey." She drew my hands to her breasts and only turned away when she heard Monica coming back.
Monica's house was about 10 minutes away. We chatted as she drove. I took the opportunity to study her closely as we went. She had only a few lines around her eyes to suggest that she might be a grandmother. And the rest of her was truly a cock hardening sight.
While driving the bottom of the steering wheel pressed into her boobs. Those tits were sitting in her lap. It didn't seem to interfere with her driving but it made it hard for me to concentrate on the conversation.
"Yes, ma'am," I responded to one of her questions. "I'm a Senior. First string wide receiver," I bragged.
"Don't call me 'Ma'am', she instructed me. I'm not that old. Yet!" she smiled at me. "Call me Monica, please."
"Yes, Ma.. I mean Monica."
"Ha, that's better! Here we are."
She pulled into the driveway in front of a neat little bungalow.
"Go around back. You'll find the skimmers and such in the pool house. I'll be right back to join you." She patted my knee as she climbed out.
Sure enough, everything to clean the pool was in the cabana next to the pool. I was just getting organized when Monica slid back the patio door to the kitchen and walked toward me. She was wearing a terry cloth robe that reached to mid calf. It bulged alarmingly just above the loosely tied sash.
"It's so warm out," she said. "Why don't you take off that shirt before it gets all sweaty?"
"Good idea, Monica," Slipping off the shirt I stood in front of her while she looked me over. I posed a little for her, letting her appreciate how well muscled I was.
"Um, very nice," she purred, stepping even closer to me. She was almost brushing up against me. She ran her hand over my pecs and then down over my stomach.
"Will you help me put on some sun screen?" she asked softly.
As I nodded my head in enthusiastic agreement she slipped out of the robe. And I almost fell over!
Monica had two of the most amazing boobs ever! Probably larger than Carla despite being shorter than her daughter, her amazing ovoids began low on her chest. They powered outward dramatically to each side as well as forward. The bikini bra that she was wearing consisted of two immense triangles of cloth. Even so they covered less than half of her tits! There was an acre of flesh below and to either side the cups. The cups were really large but they did nothing to provide uplift. The strings were tied tightly enough that they dug into her soft flesh. Because of how far out in front of her those incredible masses hung I couldn't see the bottom half of the bikini! Everything below her tits was hidden. I wondered if she had ever seen her feet?
She slowly turned to drop the robe on the chaise lounge. I had plenty of time to memorize all the side boob that was on display. Side boob that was more munificent than Allison's entire breast!
She handed me the bottle of sun screen that she had had in her robe's pocket and reclined stomach down on the lounge. As I moved next to her I could see that her tits over hung the edges of the lounge. Huge amounts of breast sloped toward the ground.
I squirted lotion into my palms and began to spread the sun screen across her back. I was again amazed at just how slender this woman was! From the front you would think that she was a fairly thick person. From the back I could see just how narrow her back was. I could count each rib as I rubbed in the lotion. Her flesh began to glisten from the sun screen.
I moved down to cover her legs. They were taut and muscular, leading up to an amazing bubble butt. This woman had to be in the neighborhood of 50 years old - and she had the body of an athletic 30 year old!
"You must work out a lot," I remarked as I kept working on her legs.
"Oh, yes, every chance I get! I have some favorite things to do. They seem to keep me in good shape," she replied over her shoulder. "I like the way you're doing that. You have such strong hands!"
"Don't forget to spread that lotion on my butt, too," she pointed out, "I really don't want to get burned there," she chuckled.
"Oh, um, of course not." I had been avoiding that area but now I filled my hands with those tight little cheeks. God, they felt good! Firm and bouncy, they sprang back to shape as soon as I let them go. There was no cellulite or excess fat. Just firm shapely buttocks.
"Okay, that's enough," Monica finally interrupted my work. "Let me roll over and you can do the front."
She rolled over in stages. First one humongous tit which balanced on her rib cage while she collected herself and then she heaves herself over and the other breast comes into sight. Finally she is lying on her back. Those freakishly large tits quivering and shaking. Each one over laps an arm. Monica is trying to keep control of them with her hands, forearms and biceps. But it's a losing effort. Her leviathan boobs are too large. They defy her attempts to control them. The lower edges rest just above her bikini covered pussy while the upper edges settle almost even with her arm pits.
Not wasting any time I quickly cover her legs with sunscreen and then slide my hands on to her torso. I reach between her boobs to slather lotion on her belly button which causes Monica to giggle. Then I work my way upwards. Adding more lotion to my hands I slide both hands under her boobs, searching for the point where they join to her rib cage. My hands and half my forearms disappear before I find that point. I spread the lotion across her abdomen and then flip my hands over and spread lotion on the undersides of her breasts. Finally I raise both arms, collecting those ginormous breasts, forming an incredible cleavage between them. For a moment I contemplate saying "Peek-a-boo" since I can not see her eyes when I have her boobs piled up so high on her chest.
