2 comments/ 272636 views/ 37 favorites Vocational School Ch. 01 By: BobCollier Author's note: This story contains BDSM within the family and outside the house. A warning is given here, but won't be in any possible subsequent chapters. * I started writing only two years ago. The so-called erotic stories available in the 'over the counter' publications bored me. I decided to write and submit my example of the way porn was meant to be--raunchy and filled with degradation--something you can take to the john and get off, before your legs fall asleep. The story was hot, all right; they published it. My first cheating-wife tale was drastically edited; but hey, I'm thinking--yes, a writer I am. Ha, ha, I'm going to make some money. "Hello internet!" My self-confidence is soaring. Here's one I'll give a try; "Literotica" is the place for me. There are many different themes and thousands of stories. Wait a minute--my first story was rejected. "Try the 'Writers Resources' and 'Volunteer Editors' sections," was suggested. Oh my goodness, there is a method to the madness of writing. Punctuation rules, grammar clarification, even preferred erotic language are on hand there for me to follow. I could hear angels singing, as I read the essays by helpful writers with all of the answers. "Literotica" is not only entertaining; it's an institution of higher learning fine-tuned for writing pornography. Another feature included at the site is the "Erotica Chat." I would study, then have recess on the playground of sex. Through anonymous chatting on my computer, I could actually talk to girls; and, they seemed to like me. That's where I met Cindy. It was in an erotic chat room, and we fell in cyber love. I should say lust, at first, but our clandestine connection developed into true friendship. Cindy and I confide in each other genuine feelings, hopes, and secret desires. We have a lot in common--both being introverts, with strict upbringings that wouldn't tolerate self expression. Cindy told me she was afraid of her father. He was demeaning toward her, and his verbal chastising intimidated her. She feared trying anything new. He made her feel like she wasn't good enough; telling her she would only end up being disappointed. She mostly stayed in her room and away from him. Despite her father's discouragement, Cindy is an artist creating abstract drawings in a scheme of vivid colors with tedious, intricate detail. Some of her work has been displayed at art exhibitions. We exchanged photos (fully clothed) via e-mail, and we appeared to be the same type: pale skin, brown hair, average height, and we both wear glasses. She is sort of pear shaped, being slightly big in the hips, small in the shoulders, but having fair-size breasts. Cindy's figure is not exactly pageantry status, nor fold-out material, but I happen to like a voluptuous, soft tush. (I am far from 'Hunksville' with my body.) She's my kind of girl. We were both comfortable with the photos of each other, and our internet relationship blossomed. Trusting in the confidentiality established between us, Cindy revealed her true, past sexual experiences to me. She told me tales of incest, blackmail, dominance, and of her own submission to the devious whims of others. For anonymity's sake, her name really isn't Cindy, but this is her story, and in her own words... I grew up in a home where women weren't respected. My father and older brother abused my mother and me, treating us like servants to cater their needs. We tried to ignore them, but usually gave in, for sake of argument. I feared my dad. He was beating my mom, that was, until their divorce a few months after I turned nineteen. I knew why he hit her; she was my brother's sex slave. My brother, Tom, is two years older than me. His body is small in frame, but unbelievably out of proportion is his large penis. I was stunned at first sight of it, as a chance glance was taken, when his towel-wrap had fallen. I was eye-popping impressed at the thickness and overall size of his cock. That was when it was soft; and, he had been swimming. I knew he masturbated often. I could hear the smacking sounds coming from his bedroom every day and night. It was on my nineteenth birthday, I caught him stroking a full erection in the shower. Sneaking in the bathroom to get my hair brush, I saw him using both hands to pump on his thick shaft. He caught me looking. "Well, look who's here--if it isn't the birthday girl. Are you here for your present?" he asked holding his giant, stiff dick and waving it in front of me. "No way! That thing is scary looking. How big is it anyway?" I asked in fascination, and I wondered--with so much blood surging thru his cock--why he wouldn't be light-headed from lack of it to his brain. "It's nine and a half inches long, and at the base, eight inches around. 'Want to feel it? You can jerk it for me," he said with a smirk. "I'm not touching that big, ugly log. You have to beat it yourself. I know you love doing that," I told him, and should have walked out, but I stood next to the tub watching him stroking his incredibly hard, soapy cock. His jerking was exciting my pussy and making it wet, as his tempo increased with two hands working on that mammoth prick. "Get down closer, Cindy; I have something special to show you." My brother was panting and pumping fast on his throbbing hard-on. "Hurry, we haven't much time. Ooh, watch this!" He prompted my attention to the swollen knob, which at that moment spurted a streamer of warm cum hitting my cheek. Before I could back away, three more quick shots covered my face and lips. I defensively put my hand over the discharging head, as his cock continued pulsating and spurting white cream between my fingers. My heart was pounding, and I held onto his humongous cock, until it trickled out its last drop. "You can let go, now, Sis. Come back later, and I'll let you suck it for me. Oh, Happy Birthday, Cindy," Tom said with sarcasm. "You're an asshole, Tommy! I hate you," I yelled and ran out. Wouldn't you know--my mother passed me on the way to my room. She saw my brother's cum on my face and knew right-away what it was. Her face turned fire red, but she didn't say anything to me. My mom, instead, went storming into the bathroom, bringing Tom out by the ear, and dragging him into his bedroom. He wasn't quite thru the door; when, in her rage, she slammed it hard smashing his ankle. "Ow! My ankle! I think you broke it," Tom shrieked. "I'll break your neck. What the hell is wrong with you? Damn you--Cindy's your sister. How could you do such...a...thing?" my mom scolded him, with slaps on each of her last three words. "What? We didn't do anything. She's the one, who came in the bathroom, while I was jerking-off. You know, mother, I wouldn't have to masturbate, if you'd do what you're supposed to. Where were you this morning? Why weren't you here in my bedroom taking care of me? This is your fault, mom," my brother blamed her. "I was on the phone all morning with the insurance company. That irresponsible drinking and driving, you were caught doing, will make our rates go up. Your father is pissed-off, mister. He said it's time for you to get on with your life. You better find a job, Tommy, or he will make you leave," my mother advised him. "We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we, mom. You better be sticking up for me; or, I won't be able to keep sticking up for you. You know what I mean. Check my ankle; I think it's broken," Tom told her. His door wasn't fully closed. I crept down the hall and watched my mother inspecting the swollenness. "I don't think it's as bad as that. We'll put some ice on it," my mom was saying while massaging his leg. "Kiss it, mom, and make it better," he said running his hands thru her hair. She did as he asked planting little kisses over his purple ankle and foot. He started stroking his fat cock, while she continued with her soothing lips. "Tom, you have to stay away from your sister. She hasn't, yet, gone out on her first date. Your father has high expectations for her," my mother said and surprised me--my dad treats me like shit. She continued, "He's stern, but that's his way. Your dad cares about you both, but he has a mean streak in him. I'm telling you, Tom, if he catches you with her, he'll kill you. I'm not kidding! I know him; you will be tortured and he will cut your balls off. Now, I'll take care of your irrepressible sexual needs, if you promise me you'll keep away from Cindy," my mom enlightened him with a bargain. "I promise not to touch her; but, do you think she can keep from wanting my big cock? I don't think so. Look at it, mom, it's getting hard again, already. Your sweet kisses are needed up here; come on, make your boy feel good. If you keep me happy and content, there shouldn't be anything to worry about," my warped brother reasoned with his perverted logic. He was holding his cock up, with one of his eyebrows also raised in devious anticipation. I ran to my room, just before my mother stood and closed his bedroom door. My mother was right; I hadn't been on a date. My brother's erection was the first I've ever seen in person. I can taste his cum on my lips. It's a little salty, but it really doesn't compare to anything I've had before. I found myself licking every bit of his cream from my face and hands. I love the squeaky feeling on my gums and lips. This obscene sensation is such a turn-on, so taboo. My pussy is hot, wet, and ready for pleasure. Our mom is in there now sucking his big, beautiful cock. Oh, how good his warm, thick crown must feel in her mouth. I can't imagine that monster in my pussy. I know she comes so much from his fucking. I rubbed my erect clit, while working the hair-brush handle (my first love) into my dripping pussy. This has become a daily ritual, combined today, with a cum-laden palm I'm licking while masturbating. I know they are fucking in his bed; my mother just screamed. She has been at his beck-and-call for the last year (that I know of). I would come home from school and could smell sex in the living room. One time, when school was let out early for the seniors, I sneakily entered the house thru the back door. She was blowing him, while fucking her pussy with a dildo. I watched my brother come inside our mother's mouth. Another occasion, they had fallen asleep and were naked on the couch. My mom's legs were spread open, and I could see cum dripping from the swollen, red lips of her shaved pussy. They must have fucked all day. [WARNING: BDSM AHEAD--next three paragraphs] My father went on a golf get-away weekend, last month. I told my mom I would be staying overnight at a girlfriend's house; but really, I was home in hiding the whole time. What I saw done to my mother, I will never forget. My brother invited two other men over, and they brought with them a chest full of bondage accessories. First, they put a dog collar on her neck, and with a chain pulling her nude body, she was walked around the room while on her hands and knees. She thanked them for giving her permission to suck their dicks becoming large erections. I loved watching those cocks getting big and hard in her mouth. Then, they tied her with ropes; her hands were cuffed; her body elaborately bound. I hid behind the couch and watched, as they whipped her restrained, bursting tits with leather talons. Red welts marked her tortured breasts. She cried, but still begged for all three of them to keep hurting her. I think she had an orgasm from their punishment. They added a blindfold over her eyes, and she was told to blow them while they stood around her kneeling bound body. Then letting her see, while all three cocks shot loads of cum on her face. Next, clamps were put on her nipples with weights attached to stretch them. Her cum-covered face cringed with excruciating pain, but she didn't complain. A steel bar was braced between her knees forcing her legs to stay wide apart. Simultaneous with the torment, pleasure was attained, as a vibrator was held to her clit. She screamed and had an orgasm, in which her cum forcefully squirted out of her clothespin-clad pussy. My brother had her begging him to make her squirt more. These strange men used horse-whips on my mom's ass, while she was bent-over and prone to their stinging abuse. Tom, then, soothingly kissed her burning, red-welted cheeks and licked her brown-eye, only to stick his big cock inside and anally fuck her hard. She took-on the three of them at once, with all of her holes full of cock. My mother kept coming in orgasm, so many times--I lost count. She would blow them again and again. They fucked all day and night. I rubbed my pussy raw, while watching our mom obediently doing everything they asked of her. [OK--it's safe now. Whew, hold me back.] My brother knows he's right about me not being able to avoid the temptation of his magnificent cock. I play with myself, everyday, as I am now, while listening to his masturbation or to their sessions of blissful, lasting sex. His cock is so big--I touched it today. He came on my face--it tasted so good. I'm going to come. Yes! Ooh fuck, I wish it was me-e-e in his room. After that and moving on, there was a boy (I sort of had a date with), who worked at the service station. My dad would take me with him when he got his car maintenance. Donny and I became friends. The station is owned by Mr. V., and he's a mean bastard. I noticed a lot of men visit his back room, including my dad. Donny doesn't know what goes on back there and never asks his boss. My dad, sometimes, would be in there for over an hour and making me wait. He saw Donny talking to me; a warning was given to stay away from this place and don't get friendly with the grease-monkey. I liked Donny--he could make me laugh. Being the same age as me, he's a skinny kid with a big smile, immodestly showing the space between his front teeth. I started hanging around the station without my dad knowing. One evening, Donny and I were fooling around in the garage. It started with kissing, and him feeling me up. Passion then overcame me--I let this boy take off my tee and pants leaving me half-naked. He was squeezing my breasts with his other hand inside my panties rubbing my pussy. My hand was placed on his cock, stiff in his pants. I squeezed Donny's dick, but with disappointment--it wasn't as big as my brother's, which has become my fantasy prerequisite for pleasure. Second fiddle, though, was playing fine tonight--I was panting, as we fondled each other. His boss wasn't there all evening; we were oblivious to the world and in a petting frenzy; when, out of nowhere, the bastard showed up. "What the hell's going on? Who's watchin' the place? What am I paying you for?" Mr. V. yelled at Donny, and then looked at me and said, "What're you doing here; you're Big John's daughter ain't ya?" "Yes sir, but please don't tell him. He'll kill me," I pleaded with him. "Come with me, Donald Dingbat; I want to talk to you," he said and slapped the side of his employee's head. "You stay put, missy--what's your name? Cindy, that's it. I heard all about you. You want to be a fuckin' artist. There ain't no money in that," he chastised me, just like my father. Donny and his boss left me in the garage bay and were talking in the office. The heavy-set, olive-skin, and dyed black-hair proprietor had taken my pants with him, so I couldn't run away. I was scared, shivering, and hoping my father wouldn't hear about this. Donny came to me pale-faced and worried. "Mr. V. wants to see you in his office," he told me, as he started working on a car, like nothing was wrong. "What does he want?" I asked. "I don't want to talk to him. I want my pants back." "Please, Cindy, do as he says. I'll get fired, if you don't. He promised not to tell your dad, if you'll do it to him," hedged a nervous Donny with a circuitous proposition. "Do what to him?" I asked knowing it couldn't be good. "He w-w-wants you...to give him a b-b-bj," Donny was stammering barely audible. "A what? A Blowjob! I can't do that. He's kidding--right? This isn't fair--you blow him." I tried my best to get out of this revolting dilemma. "Please, do it, Cindy. I need this job. It won't take more than a few minutes and it will be over. Your dad will never find out." Donny wasn't giving up; and, I can't go anywhere. "He's in there waiting for you. I'll make this up to you, Cindy. You can have anything you want. Please, I promise," he begged as he got down on his knees. "I've never done it before. I don't know how," I said, but knew it was to no avail. "Go on--he'll tell you what to do. Just pretend it's a lollipop or an ice cream cone. Nobody gives bad blowjobs. You can do it," Donny now cheered me on. I grudgingly walked into his boss's office, with my hands crossed and covering my panties. He stood and was leaning against his desk. His hand massaged a large bulge showing at his crotch. "Close the door--you born in a barn?" he used a dumb, old cliché. "I want my pants back," I said stern enough to show my displeasure. "Hey! That's no way to talk to your elders--particularly you gettin' prissy with me," he retaliated. "May I, please, have the pants back, you borrowed, sir?" I went along. "That's better. No, you may not, you stupid, little bitch. What were you and douche-bag doing in my garage? I know your dad; he wouldn't like this shit at all. You're in trouble," he tried to scare me, and it did the job. My father was right; I should have stayed away from this place. "Please, sir, don't tell my father," I now was begging, "I will do anything. I'll work for free. I could clean the bathrooms or something, please, Mr. V.!" I was committing, but almost puked at the thought of those bathrooms. He pulled down his zipper...real slow. I used my last resort--I started to cry. "Quit ballin' and come over here; maybe, we can work this out," he told me, with a beckon of his crooked finger. My shame and humiliation were without boundaries. I surrendered, sniffling at his side, as he hugged me with his strong, bronze arm. His hand warmed my shoulder, as he held my half-naked body close to his. I welcomed his surprising compassion by resting my head on his massive chest. He handed me a tissue from a box on his desk. "There, there, it's not so bad. Your dad won't hear a word about this. Everything will be all right. All you need to do is nothing more, than what you and Donny do. That's all," he explained and kissed my forehead. "We hadn't done anything. Touching is all. I never did it with anyone, before," I made clear of our relationship, and of my lack of experience. "Well, do that, honey--feel my cock," he said putting my hand on his large bulge. "See, no difference. My cock is getting hard for you, Cindy. Do you feel that twitching? Take it out; play with it," he coaxed while licking my ear. No, it wasn't the same as Donny's. I could feel the difference in just the thickness of his cock, as I reached in to hold it. When I pulled it out, I saw it was uncut, thick like my brother's, but not as long. It wasn't fully hard, though, as I put a tight grip on it and began pulling his foreskin to and fro over the peeking, purple head. Within a minute of my slow pumping action, a drop of clear juice appeared, only to be slicked away and smeared over the swollen crown. This is a man's cock I'm stroking--and it's mean looking--like the man. He walked me to behind his desk, removed his pants, and sat in a chair with his large ball sac hanging over the cushion. I knelt on a small rug placed at his feet. His cock was hard and sticking up six or seven inches. I resumed stroking it, while I played with his big balls. "That's it; pull on my nuts, while you jerk me. You're doing it good, girl. I like it done, just like that. You do have some nice titties, Cindy. How about taking that bra off, so I can see them," he requested. Vocational School Ch. 01 I was beyond resistance of his intensifying exploitation. I willfully obliged and showed him my breasts. He rolled my sensitive nipples between his thumb and finger then forcefully pulled on them. It hurt at first, but I started to enjoy the irregular treatment, as my rigid nipples responded with alert keenness for his skilled rough play. I've lost all my fears to passion now burning inside me. His seepage-slick cock throbbed in my hand, as my coerced jerk-off was making a wet slurping sound over it. He reached to the back of my head and pulled me to his big dick. "Lick it, Cindy; make me feel good using your mouth. I want you to blow me. You do want to, don't you? You love cock--I can tell you do. Suck it for me," he used his control over me and took advantage of my lack of will-power. I kissed and rubbed it on my lips. I did love his fat cock, but it made me want my brother's more. I pretended it was Tom's bigger one, while I gave my first blowjob to this dirty man. The shining head was warm and spongy to my lips. A musky scent, not totally unpleasant, but more captivating filled my nostrils while my mouth was stuffed with cock. The salty taste on my tongue made me crave his luscious pre-cum, and I squeezed his shaft forcing out more. I earnestly sucked on him for his plentiful juice and was rewarded with his abundant drippings. Moaning now, I could feel my own wetness soaking my panties. I wanted to touch myself, but knew it'd be a better idea to wait until safely home. "You're giving a fine blowjob, just like a pro. Did you say you were a virgin? Oh fuck, this is hot. Maybe, I will find work for you. It's good pay, too. Maybe not, Big John would kill me," he first entertained, then had a second thought. "Hmmm, yes, I'm going to come just from thinking about plans for you back there, Cindy," he divulging slipped out in his passion. I suspected there was some kind of sex happening in his back room, but I still wondered what he meant. I jerked him as fast as I could, while he held my head and pumped it on his cock. He was trying to force his fat fucker down my throat. My pussy was aflutter with excitement and aching to be touched. I'm blowing this man, and he's going to come in my mouth. He started shooting his hot cum, with his legs shaking, and him mumbling, "Yeah, a virgin, they'll love a fuckin' virgin." His cum filled my mouth quick. I swallowed all I could, which was a lot, and kept sucking for more of the loving, gooey cream. My hand was covered with it, too. It was over; I had done the dirty deed. He gave me my clothes, finally, and said I was a good girl; that I should think about working for him; "Coming into his organization," he called it. He then emptied the cash box, stuck a fifty dollar bill in my pocket, kissed my cheek, and burned tire with a (satisfied) beep of his horn as he left. Donny didn't thank me for saving his job; in fact, he said nothing at all. Deciding it's best to head home, I bid him goodnight. He remained silent, but as I was leaving, he called me a whore. That hurt. Vocational School Ch. 02 "How big does it get, Tommy?" his mother asked in amazement. Susan's eighteen-year-old snacked in the kitchen, when the towel dropped from his body. After the initial shock of Tom's nudity, her attention focused on his large penis. Impressed with his massive member dangling soft between his legs, Susan wondered what her son's erection would look like. "You mean once it is fully hard? Well, it was a little over eight inches, but that was last summer. I haven't measured it since then," he said. Tom noticed his mother's fascination of his hefty genitals and did not rush to cover his nakedness from her view. "Oh Tommy, it has to be longer than that. Why, you grew at least two inches taller over this past year," she equated. "You are right about that. My cock did get longer and a lot thicker, for sure. It depends on how excited I am, and how much I jerk on it, too," he coolly told his mom with his giant pendulum prick swaying toward her. "I know you like playing with it. I hear you moaning and the incessant clicking of your cock while you stroke on it in your room." She did listen, and on more than one occasion, too. "How frequently do you...shall we say, take advantage of yourself, Tommy?" "I play with my cock pretty much every day. It's cool, mom. My friend, Robert, said he jerks on his cock that often, too. He has a big one like me. But of course, you know Robert; he says his is bigger than mine." Susan knew of her son's habit, for she stood outside of his bedroom on a daily basis. Tom's mother looked forward to the everyday eavesdropping. She wanted to watch him in person, but she could never allow herself to peep in his door. Frustrating her more was the arousing language uttered during his fantasies. Tom ordered to pleasure his cock. Susan ended up breathless in her own room, sprawled on the bed, with a pussy full of fingers, and desired to do everything he said. "I like to read erotic stories or watch porn while I do it," he continued, "I will jerk for hours while reading plots with incest involved, and I watch underground videos with the same taboo theme." Susan's heart raced at the thought that her son was into family sex; that he possibly wanted to make love with his sexy mom. She wore no bra or panties under her terry-cloth robe, and the sash loosened enough for him to get a glimpse of her breasts. She teased the boy with hopes of seeing his cock in a full throbbing erection. "Tommy, your sheets and all my towels are stained from you ejaculating on them. You have a lot of semen for a young man of eighteen," she pretended to complain as she moved to sit in the living room. Tom followed, leaving the towel behind, and stood nude in front of his mother. "My cum has to go somewhere, mom, and tissues stick to my dick. I can usually make it come four or five times a day. Is that a lot? I have not done it yet today, though, and I am horny, too. My nuts feel like they are going to explode," he said while squeezing the large pink orbs in his fist. She noted that he shaved his balls. "I see just talking about doing it is making you get hard," she said, but Susan hoped it was from the sight of her breasts, as she let her robe fall open more. She stared in fascination at Tom's huge cock while it grew thicker and longer. It bounced only a foot from her face as it stretched and angled upward. "It's not hard, yet. Do you want me to jerk on it and show you how stiff it can get? I can make it get real big and swollen, mom. Do you want to see? You can measure it for yourself if you want," he said and squeezed his heavy cock. Tom inched closer, as he stroked on it slow and easy. "Tommy, what are you doing, honey? You should not be playing with your penis in front of your mother," she objected as thought a decent parent should, but now with the moral formality gestured, Susan became enthralled with watching him make it erect for her. "How else is it going to get super hard? You're the one who wanted to know how big it gets," Tom reminded her. "Well, just this one time, and it is for the sake of accuracy only. Okay, Tommy, you make it as big as you can, and I will put a tape on it," she gave him permission to masturbate in front of his mother. It also was an excuse for her to fondle the object of her fantasies. "Oh cool!" Tommy said excited, "This will give me bragging rights over Robert's big dick. Maybe, he and I should have a competition with you being the official judge. Is it okay, if I while I do this, we watch porn, too?" "We are just going to measure it, Tom. That is all. Do you understand? I do not want you saying anything about this, either." "I won't say anything to dad or Cindy." "It's your friend, Robert, and other boys that I do not want you blabbing to. Do you hear me, mister? You keep your mouth shut and don't tell anyone about what goes on in this house." "Yes, mother," Tom agreed, but added in jest, "If that will open your sweet lips for my cock." "You smart-mouth, little bastard with your big dick better not be getting any ideas. I am your mother, and you keep mindful of that," she raised her voice. She slapped him, too, as part of the parental charade, before she rushed to get the cloth tape from her sewing kit. Being in denial to this mischievous act, and prone to the ambitious notions of her well-hung son, Susan sat on the edge of the couch and watched while Tommy jerked on his big cock only inches from her face. "This could take a little while, since you won't let me watch porn. Do you think it would be all right if you opened your robe a little more?" He could almost see her nipples. "I can't believe that I am doing this. I guess it is a fair request, seeing, as you are already naked. I may as well be nude, too. I hope your sister does not come home. Yes, honey, if it will help, but I am afraid that it might turn you off, instead." She did oblige his request with letting her robe fall from her shoulders leaving her naked to his view. "Oh wow, mom, you are beautiful," Tom complimented, "I cannot tell you how many times that I beat-off while thinking about you," he told her as his cock filled quickly with blood. He saw the moisture of his mother's excited pussy, when she opened her legs to the boy's eyes. He pulled on his rising cock, and then asked for an official measurement. "It is just short of eight inches long, and let's see how wide. This is what really interests me. I prefer a nice fat cock, and you sure have one. Oh my, it is seven inches in circumference. It is the same as my wrist," Susan said while mesmerized with her hand still on it. Her fingers wrapped its girth, and she thrilled herself with a few strokes on her son's still growing hard cock. "Yes, mom, keep doing that. Your hand on it is making it get bigger and harder," Tom egged his mother on. This scenario could not be working better for him, if he planned it. "Put your other hand on it, too. Now squeeze with a little pressure and pull my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock. That's it--do it just like that. Oh, that feels really good." "It is getting bigger with my help. I have both of my hands wrapped around your thick shaft, and there is more of this cock showing. I can feel your blood surging thru the veins. It is twitching in my hands, Tommy." "It likes you, mom. Can I play with your tits? That should excite me even more," Tom asked, but his hand already went to her breast and squeezed it. "I love how you play with my cock, and you seem to adore doing it. Please, mother, keep pulling on my dick for me." "Yes, baby, I won't stop. You can fondle with my breasts all you want. See how hard my nipples are. You are making your mom very excited. Pull and twist on them. That feels nice, Tommy. I'm glad that I am able to make you feel good, too. Your cock is so hot in my hands. I love doing this. Please, Tom, don't tell anyone." "I won't say anything. I promise. Do you like to masturbate, mom? I mean, pleasure yourself everyday like I do." "Yes, everyday, like you," Susan confessed with her heart pounding, for she knew what this was leading to. "Do you want to play with your pussy, now?" "Yes, Tommy, I do. Would you think less of me if I did that in front of you? Look how you have your mommy's pussy, all wet," she said and opened her legs wide. He saw her juices dripping to her butt. "This is going to be our little secret, isn't it, Tom?" "Don't worry. Relax mother. This is just between us." "I do want to play with my pussy, so much, and especially now," Susan said, as she rubbed circles over her clit. "I would like to see you make that pretty pussy of yours come all over your fingers. That will make my cock get real big, for sure. Will you do that for me?" "Yes, son, watch me masturbate. Please do, honey. Mommy loves being naughty for her baby. I am going to make my pussy come, and it will not take long, either. I love doing this with you watching me. I would like to do more dirty things for you, too." "You have my permission to do whatever you want, mom. My cock is at your service, or I should say, your service is at my cock. We are going to have so much fun from now on. You'll see." "Hmmm, this is really turning me on. I am making myself come. I never came this fast before. Your big dick is making me crazy. Yes! Oh god, this feels so good," Susan cried out, with her fingers fucking fast inside of her pussy. She sat panting and shaking in orgasm with her juices dripping onto the floor. "That was hot, mom. Let's measure my cock again," he suggested. She nodded that it was time for another check of its size, but Susan could not stop playing with her pussy. It was another thrilling minute and her second orgasm with her fingers flying over her clit, before she was able, or more forced herself to quit. "I'm sorry," she said still panting, "I made you wait." Susan's hands were trembling and coated with her own gooey cum, as she tried to hold the tape to his cock. "No problem. I see you have a very responsive pussy. I like that." "It is now nine and one-eighth inches long, and eight inches around its base. I cannot believe how big your cock is, Tom. You are going to please some undeserving girl's pussy so much with this cock." "My cock can get bigger, mom. I know it can," Tom said, "You need to pay a little more attention to it. That's all." "Tommy, I will do whatever you want, honey. Just tell your mother what she has to do for her boy and his big dick," Susan pledged devotion to please him. "I know you will do anything for your son, and I love you very much and would do anything for you. What I would like you to do is show me how much you love my cock. I want you to rub it all over your face," he commanded to worship his dick. She did, whimpering that she loved it. "Kiss it, mom. Make love to my cock." She said that she wanted to, with more desire than for anything else. "Lick the pink shaft and trace the blue veins with your tongue, all the way down to my balls. Now kiss my cum-filled balls and suck on them real nice, mom." Susan sucked on them, as he instructed, one at a time. She did everything he told her to do. He continued goading his mom further down the promiscuous path. "I got a little pre-cum dripping now. Wipe it over your mouth and moisten those sweet lips. Let your tongue lash honey." Susan tasted and moaned. "Does that please you?" She nodded and licked the head of his cock for more of the clear cum. "You are such a naughty mother for doing this to your boy. You know what he wants his bad mom to do for him next, don't you?" "Yes, Tommy, you want mommy to put it in her mouth. I need to, so much, too. You do not know how I have longed to do this. Make me blow you, Tommy. Tell me to make it come for you. I will do it as many times as you say. You can shoot your cum on my face, too, if that pleases you, son. Please, baby, let mommy suck on your dick for you," she begged, before her lips stretched over the head of his cock. "Hello! Mom? I'm home. Is there anybody here?" Cindy announced as she came in the back door. Susan and Tom rushed to get out of sight. Susan hurried into the bathroom and locked the door leaving Tommy stranded naked in the hall. Cindy found his towel on the kitchen floor and laughed when she saw her brother in the buff. "Hey, you forgot something," she said holding up his towel. His cock was still semi-erect, and his sister saw its magnificence. "What were you doing? I bet jerking off in the kitchen," she joked as she threw it at him. "Hey, mom, hurry up in the bathroom. I gotta pee." "Yes, sweetie, I will be done in a minute," she answered, but behind that door, Susan sat overwhelmed with passion. She teased her pussy to another orgasm, with her fingers squishing inside. Susan made dinner for the family, and as they all sat at the table together, no one noticed when Tom pulled his cock out of his shorts. He took hold of Susan's hand and rubbed it on his dick. She tried to pull her hand back, but she did not want to make a scene. Her dutiful fingers circled her son's cock and squeezed it. Tom made his mother play with his big dick beneath the table, with her husband and daughter sitting across from them. Susan had her legs open, while Tommy rubbed her cunt. Their steadily pumping arms went undetected, as they teased each other all through the meal. Tommy complained that he was having trouble understanding a subject at school. He said there was a test tomorrow, and asked his mom if she could help him study for it. "It has to do with measurements, mom," he said and winked. Susan excused herself and joined her son in his room. She told her husband that she was helping Tommy prepare for a final exam. A half an hour later, Cindy wanted to see if she could help, too. She was about to open her brother's door, when she heard her mom say, "It's nine and one-half inches, Tommy." Cindy always was bad at math and hated fractions. She listened to music in her room. Tom sat on his bed, with his mother on her knees between his legs. She had most of his cock in her mouth and stroked the remainder with her hand. Tommy made his mother blow him, and Susan had to beg to do it. Then with her head in his hands, Tom pumped his big dick into her mouth, until his warm cum filled it and dripped off her chin. He licked and fingered his mom's wet pussy, while she jerked and sucked on his cock. Susan said it was out of the question to fuck--Tom did not have a condom, and mother was not on the pill--she was not ready to go that far, yet, with her son. "Mom, you really like sucking on a cock, and you are very good at doing it. I am going to want you to blow me a lot. I love watching you play with your pussy, too. Do you like using toys? Maybe you could put on a show with them. Have you ever been tied up, mom? How about getting handcuffed and blindfolded, with you being on your knees and other cocks involved?" "Tommy! No! You promised this was just between us, and now you want me to blow Robert and his other friends," she slipped out. Tom had not said anyone in particular, but Susan had Robert and his big cock on her mind. "No, baby, I can't. Oh, Tom, if you bring them over here, you know what will happen, honey." Susan did want very much to blow Robert and other boys, too. In fact, it was Robert responsible for her infatuation of big dicks and for the yearning of her own son's ample cock. It began with the used condom Susan found at the end of their driveway. At first, she thought it disgusting that someone threw it there. She picked it up with a paper towel and brought it inside. It was a huge condom. Susan could not imagine the size of the cock that stretched this rubber. It had not been there very long, and Susan could smell the fragrance of hot sex on the protective casing. It was sticky on the outside, and when she held it up, she saw inside was a copious amount of white cum. She felt a rush of excitement. She wondered who had the giant cock that deposited this luscious cream. The following evening Susan stayed alert to the doings outside. Sure enough, a car parked at their driveway, and Susan recognized it as the newlywed's that live up the street. She could not understand why they would come to the front of her house and fuck. Susan went to investigate. It was the young wife, but she was not with her husband. It was Robert sitting with her in the car. This stunned Susan that a recently married woman was having an affair, and it was with Tommy's friend, too. Robert had been to their house many times for dinner. He pushed the girl's head down on his cock and made her blow him. Susan snuck closer to see inside their vehicle. She thought the girl was very attractive, short dark hair like herself, but having smaller breasts. Susan then saw Robert's big dick. It was the most beautiful cock, thick, and shining swollen, so long and hard. She listened with envy to this privileged woman's moaning after she eased down over it. The lucky bitch then started screaming in multiple orgasms while riding hard on Robert's big dick. Tommy's friend was not a quick shooter, either. His cock stayed hard for her. Susan heard her tell Robert how much she loved his big horse cock. He tossed the used condom out the window, and it almost hit Tommy's mom in the face. The next night, the same cheating wife was there, again. This time she had a car full with not only Robert, but three other young men, too. Susan watched as the girl sat in the back seat between two boys stroking on their big cocks. She sucked their dicks and let them to come in her mouth. Susan--jealous as hell and turned-on beyond belief--fingered her pussy only a few feet away. They took turns fucking the young newlywed to countless orgasms with their many wonderful cocks. Tommy's mom came several times, too. No dodging any flying used condoms for Susan that night. The girl wanted to feel their cum shooting inside of her pussy and screamed when they did. Susan thought that she would want this, too. After watching that, Susan longed to have the big cock, and most of all, Robert's beautiful cock. She had fantasies of him and of a gangbang with other well-hung men. The next morning, while her husband and daughter were eating breakfast, Susan was on her knees sucking Tommy's cock before he went to school. After she swallowed her son's cum, she told him that they would have the house to themselves later. Cindy was having dinner then staying overnight at her friend's house, and Tom's dad would be going straight to the game after work. She said the two of them will have the whole afternoon and evening together, and that she would pick-up some wine. Susan paused before she added, "You get the condoms." Tom acknowledged with a smile, for he knew that she decided to let him start fucking his own mother. He kissed his mom and promised to take care of all her needs. Tom suggested they have a celebration. He asked that she get a gallon of the wine and make extra, a lot extra, of her famous pasta for dinner tonight. Tom did not say why, but Susan knew it was Robert's favorite dish. "I can serve up to four, Tommy." Susan felt faint when she said that. She pictured herself on her knees while they circled around her. That she jerked on their big cocks and begged to blow them. She had an image of those young bucks shooting their cum in her mouth and splattering so much of it on her face. Tommy's mom knew that she would fuck for all of them, too. Susan saw her love for Robert's cock, and how she would do anything he wanted to get it. "How many boys will be coming?" she asked quivering with her hand inside of her panties. Tom nodded that he understood his mom's request. It pleased him to have her full cooperation. He would tell Robert to bring his friends. "All four of them, mom, and I am sure they all will be wanting seconds, too."