25 comments/ 191816 views/ 94 favorites First Time with Mummy By: SonofGondor Disclaimer: All characters within this story - other than those mentioned in reference to commercially-available works - are wholly fictional. Any resemblance of such characters to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. ***** I have no idea when I first noticed it, but my mother certainly has some of the largest breasts that I've ever seen. I know that it's wrong for me to have such dirty thoughts, but for years now, I've longed to play lots of naughty, kinky games with her. No matter what the scenario, or how wild my fantasies become, her heaving bosom always seem to take centre stage; even more so since the day that I stole one of her old bras from a bag of landfill-bound clothing. After all, discovering that my mother fills out a 44H brassiere was a considerable shock; albeit a highly pleasurable one that added fuel to my already heated wanking sessions. Whether or not she wears a bra, my mother's chest still deserves to be designated as a site of outstanding natural beauty. When she does wear one, her breasts always form an incredible cleavage as they nestle perfectly in the cups, and I love watching the way that they gently bounce up and down as she walks. Freed from their confinement, they tend to betray a slight sag, but still sway beautifully with every step that she takes. Even her stretch marks serve only to highlight the fact that mum's huge bust is entirely free of enhancements, tucks or lifts; her all-natural curves swell invitingly with her breathing and put me in mind of a vast, rolling ocean. To be honest, I've always loved watching mum dress for bed and seeing her nipples hardening as they brush against the thin material of her nightie. I've dreamed about hugging her from behind while she washes up at the sink, feeling the weight of her breasts in my hands as I jiggle them under her apron. I've imagined what it might be like to share a deep, passionate kiss, holding her tight in my arms so that I can enjoy the soft swell of her ample bosom squashed against my chest. I've even fantasised about us lying in bed together, totally naked, and hearing her urging me to bury my face between her heaving mounds while she strokes my hard cock. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to backtrack a bit... All the way through my teenage years and my years at university, I can remember having been fascinated by the idea of making love to a buxom mature woman. In fact, if I'm honest with myself, I lost count of the number of times that I sat in my bedroom at night, indulging my fantasies into the early hours of the morning. I would fire up one of my many videos, lie back on my bed, and then try to fight off the urge to start stroking for as long as possible, listening to the moans, groans and dirty talk pouring out of the speakers. Of course, my dick would be throbbing painfully against the confines of my boxers, but the head would always be extra sensitive when I finally gave in, pulled my raging hard-on free, and began jacking off. I would keep pace with the actors, imagining that I was in their place, and was always rewarded with a nice big load. Unlike most of my friends though, I refused to offload into an old sock or a wad of tissue paper; instead, I enjoyed the feeling of shooting ropes of warm, sticky spunk all over my belly, then massaging it into my arms, chest, stomach and thighs. Guess what I was up to last night... You should know that my father is currently away on one of his frequent business trips. Apparently, the project on which he is acting as Chief Operational Adviser may well hinge on enticing a large investment from a golf-mad Texan oil magnate, so mother and I have the house to ourselves while he is forced to 'endure' several days of match-play on the links at St. Andrews. I had assumed that this would provide me with lots of trouble-free wanking time, as mum almost never ventures into my room, preferring to let me keep it in order. So there I was, lying on my bed with a noticeable bulge developing in my underpants, trying desperately to resist the need to massage my aching cock as I watched the gorgeous Roberta Smallwood being undressed by handyman Don Fernando. It was one of my favourite vintage scenes, and one which never failed to make me explode within thirty seconds of touching my cock; as soon as I saw Fernando slide his hard dick between Roberta's massive natural melons, I knew that further resistance was futile. In a mad rush, I fumbled with the buttons of my boxers and freed my throbbing erection, gripping it tight around the shaft before slowly stroking back and forth along the whole length. As the handyman plunged back into Roberta's lovely wet pussy, I instinctively quickened my pace, but my eyes remained focused on the vast expanse of soft titty-flesh that the young stud began massaging in time with his thrusts. I loved watching the way that Roberta's huge breasts rolled and bounced as she lay on her back, Fernando's hard cock buried in her dripping cunt; it even beat the sight of them swaying back and forth as he took her doggy-style. Suddenly, I could hear Roberta moaning in pleasure as her orgasm began to overwhelm her, and knew that any second now, her lover would pull out, urging her to push her heavy breasts together before showering them with his cum. I shifted on the bed, readying myself for my own exhilarating climax, and began to imagine myself straddling Roberta, her massive tits held up to receive my tribute. Without taking my hand off my cock, I rolled over and got up onto my knees, closing my eyes and listening to the creak of the bedsprings as I pictured the scene. "Oh fuck Roberta!" I moaned, my whole body shaking as I closed in on joining Fernando in squirting my load for the huge-breasted goddess who we both worshipped. "Hold those lovely big boobs up for me. I'm going to cover them in my thick creamy spunk, and it's all for you!" My hand was moving on autopilot now, stroking faster and faster, and I could picture myself rubbing the head of my cock over Roberta's hard nipples as I started to leak pre-cum. "That's it baby! Wrap your gorgeous melons around my fat dick. I love fucking your massive tits! They're so huge and soft...oh fuck...here it comes!" Discovered... As if on impulse, I threw myself flat on my back; seconds later, as it had done a hundred times before, my orgasm hit me like a train. However, no sooner had the first rope of cum shot out of my cock and landed across my belly, then I heard a loud scream from the doorway, and I jerked my head round in the direction of the noise. My body was still quaking as I rode out my climax, and I couldn't make sense of what was happening; all I knew for sure was that I was soaked in my own sweat and spunk, and that someone was staring at me from the other end of the room. Slowly, my vision returned to normal, and I could see that my mother's mouth was wide open in shock, her finger pointing at me like a pistol. A pile of freshly laundered sheets now lay scattered at her feet, and she did not seem sure of where best to direct her gaze, having settled for a spot on the wall just behind my right ear. Instinctively, I made a grab for the towel that lay folded under my bedside table, and began to think about a suitable explanation, but mum had already turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. "Shit!" I swore inwardly, urging my heart rate to return to a sensible speed. Mum had never caught me wanking off before, though I was sure that she knew what I was up to, and I had no idea how to handle a situation like this. Abandoning my usual post-orgasm routine, I fled into the bathroom, tossed my underwear into the laundry hamper, leapt into the shower and began hosing the cum from my body, my head spinning as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. How long had mum been at the door? What exactly had she overheard? Switching the shower to its 'power' option, I lathered up a mass of shampoo and massaged it into my scalp, desperately trying to clear my head as the warm water thundered down onto my back and shoulders. Then, standing akimbo under the full stream of the water, I scrubbed myself down with a bar of fresh soap, giving myself over to the soothing feeling of the hot needles washing the sweat out of my tangled locks and matted chest hair. Thanks to the combination of steam, lather and water, I could feel my initial panic beginning to subside, and was just about to step out of the shower when I heard a soft knock at the door. A surprising turn of events... Of course, I could be under no illusions as to who it might be; as I say, mum and I were alone in the house for the time being. Swallowing my pride, I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped nervously out onto the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, desperate to know exactly how my mother might react to what she had seen less than half an hour earlier. Her eyes were red and puffy, so I assumed that she must have been crying, but she now appeared to be more composed, having recovered from the initial shock. "Sweetie?" I heard her whisper in a hushed voice. "I think it's best if you and I have a little chat. Come into my room once you've dried off." She tossed me a clean pair of boxers and a tee-shirt, then began to head back along the landing to her bedroom. Halfway along, however, I saw her pause and glance back over her shoulder, this time searching out my eyes. "Don't worry," she added in an almost matter-of-fact tone, "I'm not angry with you. There's just a few little things that I need to ask you." Needless to say, I was rather nonplussed by that last comment, and hurried to dry myself and dress in the few clothes which had been provided me. Whatever this 'talk' was going to be, I didn't really feel comfortable doing it in what amounted to 'vest and pants'; the sort of thing that you used to be subjected to at school when you'd turned up for a P.E. lesson without the correct sports kit. Still, mum had caught me, quite literally, with my pants down, so I had little reason to disagree with the manner in which she wished to conduct this discussion. Bracing myself for the worst, I walked the short distance to my mum's bedroom, knocked on the door, and waited for her to ask me inside. Strangely, I could smell the scent of an expensive perfume - one which mum usually wore only when she and dad were attending high-profile meetings with clients from the bank - and could hear the sound of soft jazz music drifting out of the speakers mounted on the back wall. However, none of that prepared me for what I saw upon responding to my mum's invitation to enter... There, sitting on the end of the bed, was mum; but it was mum as I'd never seen her before. In the time that it had taken me to get dressed, she'd changed into a soft white cotton bathrobe, tied back her long chestnut hair into a ponytail, and put on what I was sure were black silk stockings. She had also freshened up her makeup, and I took particular note of the dark cherry-red lipstick which she had selected; again, a shade which she wore on very rare occasions. Then, mum's deep blue eyes met mine, and she gave a small smile and patted the bed beside her, motioning me to sit down. Still not quite sure what to make of all this, I made my way over to my parents' large double bed, taking a seat beside mum, and flinching slightly as I felt her put one arm around my shoulders. "Relax honey!" She whispered gently, trying to sooth my nerves. "As I said before, I just want to ask you a few questions." Taking my chin in her free hand, mum began rubbing my shoulder as she raised my head, lifting and tilting it so that I was facing her. "Now tell me. What was my sweet baby doing in his room earlier? I don't think that mummy was meant to see that, was she?" This seemed like a stupid question, and I was surprised by the calm, almost joking tone in mum's voice. I could feel my face reddening, and was having difficulty speaking; all I could do was drop my gaze away from mum's eyes and shake my head slowly. "Aww baby, that's so cute!" I heard her giggle, "I've got you all embarrassed now." Before I could react, mum leant over and planted a brief kiss on my forehead. "It's ok. I shouldn't have stormed out like that. It's not as if I don't know what horny young men get up to when they're alone in their rooms!" Awakening... I was rather shocked to hear her being so frank, and decided that it was best to try and explain. "Mum..." I began, still not quite daring to meet her eyes, "I know that there's nothing wrong with what I was doing, but you're right. I never meant for you to see what I was doing; much less catch me in the middle of an orgasm. I'm so sorry! It won't happen again, I swear! I won't...I won't..." The words just seemed to tail off, and I could see that mum was still smiling at me, her blue eyes twinkling in the low light and a flash of white showing from between her full, red lips. "Hush darling. It doesn't matter!" Mum's voice was more urgent now, and she had a hand on either side of my face, her fingers entangled in my hair. "I know that it was an accident. You just forgot to lock your door like you usually do." She must have noticed the look of surprise that flashed across my face, because she winked at me and leaned forward so that her mouth was right up close to my ear. "See, mummy knows exactly what her naughty boy has been up to, jerking off to all those dirty porno films. I even found this under your bed the other day..." As mum stood up, I was able to see her properly. The white robe fell halfway down her calves, contrasting beautifully with the sheer dark stockings. The belt was tied tight across her plump belly, but it didn't hold the garment completely closed; as she turned to stand in front of me, I saw a flash of lace at the top of her stockings. More impressively, the upper part of the robe was slightly open, meaning that I was treated to a glimpse of mum's creamy white breasts as well as the black full-cup bra that encased them. "Something interesting?" I heard her ask me in a dismissive tone. My mouth, I now realised, was gaping open, and I swallowed hard in an effort to regain my composure. I made some non-committal noises, and mum gave me a knowing look as she reached into the pocket of the robe. "As I was saying," she resumed, "I was tidying up your room on Monday afternoon while you and daddy were out at the Test Match at Headingley, and I was rather surprised to find this hidden under the bed!" So saying, she whipped her hand out again, only now she had the bra that I had stolen hooked on the end of her finger. With a grin like a Cheshire Cat, mum tossed the bra into my face and bent over to raise my chin. "Mister: you're in big trouble." Strangely, there was no hint of anger in her voice; either mum was a damn good actress, or she was genuinely amused by my shock. "At first, I assumed that you must have been fooling around with one of your big-titted friends from Uni, but then I realised that there was something familiar about that bra. After all, I doubt that many girls your age get kitted out by Rigby and Peller!" Suddenly, she grabbed hold of my head and pulled me forward, burying my face in her huge, heaving bosom. Mum knew all along... Being smothered in my mother's cleavage was something that I'd dreamed of countless times; however, unlike in my fantasies, I got the impression that I was in for a rough ride. "So I was right then?" Mum purred, releasing me so that she could take in the sight of me gasping and panting for breath. "My naughty baby boy stole his mummy's bra! If you weren't such a big boy now, I think that I'd have to spank you..." She tilted her head to one side as if considering this option, then caught me completely off-guard by wrapping her arms around me and straddling my lap. "I don't know what I should do though," she continued, conscious that I was completely pinned down. As well as having large natural breasts, mum is what many would term a BBW; she has big strong arms, a lovely plump belly, a nice fat arse, and thick thighs, and she was currently resting her full weight on my legs. "Since you're too big for a spanking, I think that I need to come up with another punishment for you." Mum grinned again, then treated me to another face-full of breast flesh, shaking her shoulders this time so that her big soft tits bounced off either side of my head. "There we go!" Mum had started to giggle like a schoolgirl, and I could feel her plump curves jiggling as she laughed. "I'll just beat you up with these big boobies that you seem to like so much. Tell me, when you've been stroking off that fat cock of yours, have you been picturing your mummy's huge, soft breasts in your face?" Without waiting for a reply, she reached down and tugged the belt holding her robe closed, and let it slowly fall off her voluptuous body. This revealed a beautiful lace bra, French-cut knickers and old-fashioned hold-up stockings, and my eyes began to bulge out of my head. "Hmm, I see you approve of my outfit - or lack of one." Mum was clearly enjoying how utterly stunned I was, and she treated me to another wink, more languid this time, as she climbed off my knees and hauled me to my feet. "Here baby," she whispered in husky tones, "come and give mummy a big kiss!" Once again, I felt her arms thrown around my shoulders, and I suddenly realised that mum's huge breasts were being squashed up against me, the nipples hardening beneath the lace of the bra cups. However, this sensation had barely registered when I was hit with another; that of my mother's hot lips pressed hard against my own, her warm tongue gently probing against my teeth, urging me to open my mouth. I could hear a low, soft moan starting to build in the back of her throat, and felt her slide a hand up the back of my neck into my hair; meanwhile, she grasped my wrist with the other and guided me to cup one of her full breasts, joining me in fondling her soft flesh. Mewling like a kitten, she broke the kiss only so long as to gasp, "don't you go forgetting my arse you dirty boy!" I grinned and slapped her lightly on the left buttock, enjoying the low growl that emerged from her throat before our lips met again. Now, firmly locked together, tongues dancing and jousting in each other's mouths, we collapsed onto the bed; mum rolling me onto my back and kneeling over me with a wild, passionate gleam in her eyes as I struggled to pull off my tee-shirt. "Tell me," she panted, running a lazy finger down my chest and stomach. "How badly do you want me to take off this nasty bra?" The moment... "Are you serious?" I whispered, not quite believing what I'd just heard. "What about dad? He'll be furious if he ever finds out!" Mum gazed down at me, her deep blue eyes sparkling as they reflected the soft lamplight, and bent down to brush my lips with another fleeting kiss. "Well then," she smiled, "I'll just have to make sure that we can have as much fun as possible before he gets back. I'm sure that my baby won't be so stupid as to let daddy know about all this; at least, not if he wants to be able to carry on playing with his horny mummy's juicy melons!" With that, she reached up behind her back and unsnapped the bra, slipping it off her shoulders and tossing it across the room. "There you are baby. Mummy's tits are all yours tonight, and I think that I know just what to do..." Reaching out, mum pinned my shoulders onto the bed, swinging a leg over me so that she straddled my hips; then, lowering herself just enough to make sure that her panty-clad pussy pressed against the bulge in my boxers, she dropped her weight forward, and her soft, heavy tits once again smashed into my face. "Take that, you naughty little fucker!" Mum yelled, grinding against my crotch as I fought to free my nose from beneath her huge tit. Thankfully, she had left my arms free, and I was able to use both hands to massage the expanse of warm flesh that now covered my face, adjusting the position of my head so that I could still breathe without too much difficulty. First Time with Mummy "Holy shit!" I gasped, feeling the blood rushing to my cock in response to the wetness of her panties. "I know that I need to be punished, but I don't think that smothering me to death will be the best idea you've ever had!" Throwing her head back, mum let out a shriek of laughter. "Don't be such a big baby," she chided, increasing the pressure on my already-straining dick and squashing her soft breasts together around my reddening face. "This is how I've chosen to punish my naughty boy for spunking in front of his poor horny mummy." She rocked backwards, dismounted, and sat up on balls of her feet, a cheeky grin spreading across her face as I panted for breath. "Then again, maybe if you promise to be a good boy from now on, and only cum when I give you permission, I might let you help mummy to cum too..." She lent over me again, this time letting her heavy tits sway invitingly over my face, making sure that her stiff, rubbery nipples were just out of reach of my lips. I stared greedily up at the dark areola, eagerly reaching out to feel the weight and softness of her lovely swinging mounds as they hung above me like ripe exotic fruit. As I began to gently squeeze them, I craned my neck so that I could drag my tongue across her hard nipples, and I realised that Mum had put on a 'cutie' voice; one that I imagined she might have used with me when I was a small child. "That feels so nice darling..." She cooed softly. "Would my naughty boy like to be smothered again, or perhaps you might like me to nurse you instead?" Her voice was dripping with honey, and I felt her reach one hand inside my boxers to massage my throbbing cock. "Oh my goodness! I think that my big horny boy likes his mummy's huge natural titties. He's certainly getting very excited." Mum's fingers were now stroking up and down my shaft, and I gasped loudly as I felt her nails against my aching balls. "I know!" She whispered, flashing me another broad grin. "Why don't you show me how much you love being allowed to play with my big fat boobies, and I'll take care of this yummy boner?" Mutual satisfaction... Slowly, mum eased my tight boxers down to my ankles, and I heard her squeal with excitement as my stiff prick sprang free from under the waistband, pointing straight up into the air like a flagpole. Meanwhile, I had managed to take one of her fat nipples between my lips, and had felt my natural instincts kicking in as soon as I latched on, tugging at the hard nub with my teeth and gradually sucking more and more of the areola into my mouth. I was holding the huge mass of her warm, soft breast with both hands now, letting the other just swing free, occasionally reaching out to tweak the nipple so that it didn't feel entirely left out. I could hear mum purring like a cat and felt her stroking my face and hair as she urged me to suckle harder, dragging her nails down across my chest and clawing at my prostrate body. She hadn't yet removed her panties, but she began to rub her crotch against my thigh, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy through the thin material. Also, the head of her clit was just as hard as my cock, and mum was making damn sure that I knew about it, pressing into me as hard as she could and letting out another low growl. Now, as I continued to lavish my attentions on her jiggling tits, mum reached down and wrapped her chubby fingers around the shaft of my cock, giving a couple of teasing strokes to test my reaction. Totally lost in the moment, and unable to think of anything other than the wonderful sensation of being smothered in her soft flesh, I moaned with pleasure into mum's heaving bosom, bucking my hips up to meet her strokes. "That's my big boy!" She purred, "imagine that you're inside mummy's lovely hairy pussy. I want you to cum nice and hard for me..." I could only murmur incoherent noises of agreement as I fought to keep air flowing into my lungs; I was really going to town on her breasts, eager to show how much I'd longed for this moment, but for some reason my fantasies had never really featured the fundamental process of breathing. With a loud pop, I pulled my mouth off the now swollen nipple, and took hold of mum's shoulders to push her up onto her knees. Somehow managing to keep a grip on my cock as she adjusted to her new position, mum laughed again as I collapsed back onto the bed, gasping with the effort of lifting her big soft body from mine. "You look as if you had fun under there sweetie! Did mummy's fat tits feel nice? Just look at how hard you've made my big nipples..." Her hand was still pumping up and down my throbbing cock, but they were long, slow strokes, encouraging me to thrust my hips in time with the teasing rhythm. "Oh God!" I panted, my breath still coming in rattling gasps, my own chest heaving as I recovered from being buried beneath mum's ample curves. I now found myself meeting her gaze, and saw the fire burning in her eyes; it seemed that I might drown in the vivid midnight blue, and I abruptly stopped fucking her hand. Instead, heaving myself into a sitting position, I threw my arms around mum's shoulders, frantically pulling her into a passionate embrace. Then, sliding a hand up into her hair, I fumbled with the scrunchy that secured her ponytail, and finally succeeded in freeing her dark brown tresses, letting them tumble over her shoulders. I gave mum another feverish kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth as she subtly increased the pressure of her grip, and I could feel my cock throbbing harder than ever as she picked up speed to make up for my lack of effort. As our tongues jousted together and mum began to gently wiggle her shoulders so that her heavy breasts swayed from side to side as they were squashed up against my body, I felt her free hand slowly reaching down between us, slipping under the thin material of her panties. Another deep moan escaped from her throat as she shifted forward, and I could tell that she was rubbing the heel of her hand against her hard clit as her middle finger slid effortlessly between her pussy lips. Then, she stopped pumping me, gave my aching balls a gentle squeeze, and cupped the side of my face, breaking off from the kiss. What now? "My poor baby!" Mum grinned slyly. "Don't you think that mummy's muff deserves some attention too? Or do you only care about what happens to your big dick?" I sat there and shook my head, desperate not to upset her, but she just winked and carried on fingering her dripping cunt, her breath ragged and rasping as she ground her hand against her stiff nubbin. "Don't worry." She groaned, "mummy isn't going to leave her baby's boner alone for long. Just give my big old titties a good squeeze and..." Mum grabbed hold of my wrist, guiding me to grope her jiggling breasts, and almost toppled over as an orgasm wracked her body. I watched in rapt astonishment. I had never dreamed that I would see mum quaking like that; every curve, from her huge breasts down to her lovely plump thighs, was shaking with the impact of her climax, waves of pleasure radiating out from her throbbing clit. As she continued to bounce up and down, I could see mum humping even harder against her hand, riding out the aftershocks and coming slowly back down to earth. Already fondling her wobbling mounds, I lunged forward and began sucking furiously on a hard nipple, feeling mum clasp my head to her bosom so that her heartbeat thundered in my ears. "Fuck me that was a big one!" She panted, releasing me from the headlock and brushing a hand against my cheek. "But it seems that my lover-boy wants more of his mummy's bouncy boobies..." I felt her hand reaching for my still-hard cock, but she paused for a moment and pulled her nipple from my lips, lifting my chin so that I was once more staring into her beautiful blue eyes. "You can have some more titty play in a moment darling," mum cooed, "but first I want you to taste what you just made your mummy do!" Planting another brief kiss on my forehead, she slipped her hand out from her soaking panties and dragged the middle finger across my lips. "Can you smell that musky scent honey? That's your mummy's special smell; the one she makes when she has nice big orgasms like that one." As I instinctively licked my lips, mum thrust her finger between them so that I could suck the bitter-sweet liquid off the tip, and I inhaled the heady musk as I tasted the tiny droplets on my tongue. "That's amazing mum!" I whispered after I had finished. "Did you really cum that hard just now?" "Silly boy!" She replied, swinging herself to one side. "Just look between my legs." Glancing down, I could see a small damp patch on the bed sheets, and watched in stunned silence as mum rolled onto her back, kicked her hips into the air and hooked her knickers down over her knees. Then, with a little wriggle that set her breasts and belly jiggling like jelly, she hooked her legs out of the lacy garment and let it drop onto the bed before picking it up between her chubby toes. Giving a wan smile, mum let them dangle in front of my face. "A little present for you. Now you can smell mummy's pussy every time that you need to have a wank." Lifting them off her foot like they were a medieval relic, I held the gusset of the panties to my face and took another deep sniff, letting the fresh scent of mum's pussy waft over me. As I peered through the translucent material, I could see that mum had flipped over and slipped away from me down to the far end of the bed. She was now kneeling on the floor, beckoning with a long finger and hefting a heavy breast in the other hand. Smiling at her, I placed the silky knickers next to my tee-shirt, crawled along on my hands and knees, and was met with a teasing kiss as I arrived in front of her. Leaning forward with her head on my shoulder, mum gently licked my ear and whispered in a deep, growling tone. "Take a seat. I think that it's about time for my big stud to cum for mummy." My dick was swinging beneath me, slightly soft now from lack of touch, and as I spun round to take up a position in from of her, mum gave me a light slap on the arse. "You're not hard any more." She pouted, "don't you like mummy's big boobies? Just look at how huge and soft they are!" As if to emphasise the point, mum cupped a large, soft mound in each hand and pushed them together; two creamy-white pillows topped with dark pink areolae and long, hard nipples. "Of course I like them!" I replied urgently, placing a warm kiss on the upper slope of each huge tit and flicking my tongue across her nipples as she held them up to me. "My dick just wants you to give it some encouragement!" I was making puppy-dog eyes now, pleading silently while mum cupped my face in both hands and raised it to her own, covering me with gossamer-soft kisses. "I know baby; I was only teasing. After all, you sucked them so well earlier and made mummy's pussy cream so much..." With that, she bent over and lapped at the head of my stiffening cock before sliding it into her hot mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip like an ice-lolly. My turn... I let out a ragged whimper as I felt the rough surface of her tongue against my sensitive head; I'd only recently been circumcised, having found it difficult - if not impossible - to use a condom, and this was my first blow-job since 'the snip.' Thankfully, mum clearly knew exactly what to do, having formed a tight seal around my shaft with her dark red lips, slowly but surely increasing the pressure as she sucked and licked. Then, I felt her begin to tickle my aching balls, the other hand stroking my chest and fondling my hairy belly, and I reached out to grab hold of her heavy breasts, which were now hanging down and swaying gently beneath her. After a few minutes, mum pulled her mouth off my cock with a loud 'pop.' I was now restored to full hardness, and as she kissed me on the cheek, I felt her give me a few more slow, teasing pumps. With one chubby hand playing up and down the shaft of my thick boner, mum scooped up my leaking pre-cum with the end of one finger, letting the clear pearl of liquid drip slowly onto her tongue. She watched me start to quiver with excitement: then, with an exaggerated smack of her lips, mum bent over and licked her way along the length of my dick as it bounced in front of her face, fluttering her tongue over the head and gazing up at me through her lashes. All too soon, I felt her draw back from me, and I whimpered slightly as I lost contact with her warm, soft body. Sensing my reaction, mum lifted her plump arse off her heels and raised her full weight onto her knees; her huge breasts now swayed tantalisingly in front of me, but she remained just out of reach of my eager lips and tongue. "It's no use just sitting there!" She smirked, pouting at me and wiggling her hips. "You'll have to stand up if you want mummy to titty-fuck you!" As she hefted her jiggling tits in her hands and bent down to lick at a fat nipple, I raised myself off the bed and stood before her, my cock twitching in anticipation. I couldn't believe what was happening; the moment I had dreamed about for so long had arrived. I was no longer sure if this was real, but I wasn't about to pinch myself in case I woke up. "Come on baby," mum cooed as she felt the head of my throbbing dick brush against her smooth skin, "let's see what my big stud's fat boner looks like when it's snuggled between my lovely plump tits!" Taking a step forward, I gripped my cock with one hand so that it was angled slightly upwards; then, with a loud grunt, I thrust forward and felt the mass of soft breast flesh envelop my entire length. "There we are, you naughty little boy!" Mum cried in her 'cutie' sing-song voice. "It seems that my baby just might have discovered his cock's 'happy place.'" Staring into her shimmering eyes, I gently took hold of mum's shoulders and began rocking my hips back and forward, my hard dick sliding easily in and out of her dark, shadowy cleavage, lubricated with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. As my pace increased, I could feel mum shifting her weight forward to meet my thrusts, squeezing her large mounds together and making them wobble and bounce, almost as if she was trying to milk my cum out of my throbbing cock. I was in heaven now, burying myself to my balls each time that I slid forward; even better, mum's cleavage was so deep that I couldn't even see the head of my dick. True, I wasn't exactly huge - just shy of six inches when fully hard - but I didn't seem to be hearing any complaints. On the contrary, I saw mum half-close her eyes and give a soft moan, planting a series of kisses on my belly before leaning forward to flick her tongue against the patch of fur above my aching cock. "Slow down a moment," she breathed, "I don't want you to blow your load just yet. Help mummy to keep her big titties wrapped snug around her lover-boy's fat boner; then we can cum together!" Sliding my hands down her body, took hold of mum's beautiful soft breasts, squeezing them hard as I eased off, my strokes becoming longer and more deliberate. "Much better!" Mum sighed. "You'll have more stamina that way, and I'll be able to catch up. Just keep groping my bouncing boobs like a good boy and fuck them nice and hard." I did as I was asked, giving a couple of slow, strong thrusts as I mauled her soft mounds; at the same time, I felt mum put a hand on my arse and slap each cheek in turn, encouraging me to keep up a steady pace. Hearing her breath quicken, I realised that mum's other hand was once again nestled between her legs, and this time she wasn't hanging around. While I continued to pump my dick between her jiggling tits, mum began to rapidly strum her fingers against the head of her clit, and I could feel her body gently start to quiver as a series of miniature orgasms shot through her. "Oh shit!" we moaned almost in unison. I could feel my own climax nearing, and mum was raking her nails down my back and groping my arse furiously as I squashed her heaving breasts around my shaft. She makes my day... "I'm getting close mummy!" I panted, gazing down into her face and smiling as she frigged herself. "I love watching you strum your fat clitty while I fuck your huge tits! Why don't you slip a finger in and make your pussy cream again?" Mum just giggled and slapped my arse again, but she gave me a wink and I knew that she'd done as I asked. "You dirty boy!" Mum growled. "I bet you wish that you were buried in your mummy's hairy muff right now. After all, you're much bigger than my finger, so I'm betting that my baby's cock would feel right at home!" I could only give an assertive grunt; all I knew for sure was that I was fast approaching the point of no return. Mum felt me pick up speed, and threw back her head while she let out a squeal of delight. "That's my beautiful horny boy! Make your mummy's boobies bounce. I know how much you love my big ripe melons, and I want to see you cover them with your creamy spunk!" She dug her nails into the flesh of my buttocks as her body was wracked by a final thunderous climax, and I felt her pussy juice squirt against my legs. "Holy shit!" I yelled as mum's knees gave way beneath her. My throbbing dick was pulled free of her cleavage and I lost my grip on her wobbling tits as she toppled backwards, sitting down heavily on her heels. "Your turn now sweetie," mum panted, cupping her huge breasts and lifting them up to me, the hard nipples pinched between her chubby fingers. "Pump that big thick boner and give mummy all of your lovely warm cum! If you make a nice sticky mess all over my fat tits, maybe you'll get to fuck mummy's hairy pussy!" That was all it took: the thought of feeling my hard dick being enveloped by mum's wet cunt was too much to bear. "Oh god yes!" I roared, my hand becoming a blur as I aimed at the upper slopes of her heaving bosom, a long, animal groan escaping my throat. "Please mummy, please let me be your dirty stud! I'll fuck you whenever you want, I'll worship your soft, heavy tits and make your sweet pussy cream!" Mum fixed me with a knowing stare, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Show me," she purred, slowly running her tongue along her pursed lips and pushing her tits together while I began to fondle my balls with my free hand. It wasn't long before I felt my cum begin to surge down to the base of my cock, and I bent my knees as my body started to shudder. "You want me to show you?" I growled, staring into mum's half-closed eyes. "Here it comes...oh fuck...oh shit...I love my mummy's huge tits so much! Squeeze those lovely big boobies while I cum for you!" Mum's eyes shot open and she gazed up at me, her voice low, rich and purring. "That's a good boy!" She moaned, pushing her lovely mounds up against my thighs, "squirt that sticky spunk all over mummy's juicy melons. I want to watch my stud-muffin cover my bouncing bosom with his creamy load!" With a few final desperate strokes, I let out a long ragged grunt as the first warm spurts of cum came shooting out of the end of my pulsing cock. Despite the fact that I'd already blown a load earlier, I seemed to have recovered in double-quick time, and mum grabbed hold of my arse as four or five long ropes of thick spunk splashed across her jiggling mounds. "Oh my god darling!" She sighed, lowering her mouth to kiss and suck my bulging cock-head as my erection subsided, licking up the last drops of cream as they hung glistening from the tip. "You must have wanted to do that for a long time." My cum was now dripping down onto her still-hard nipples, and I watched mum scoop it up lazily with her fingers, lifting her hand up to my face. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and took her fingers between my lips, tasting the bitter, slightly salty flavour of my own juices. "Why didn't you tell mummy that you wanted to play with her big titties?" She cooed, standing up and kissing me on the cheek. "You certainly did a very good job. Now run along and let me get cleaned up; if you behave yourself over dinner, I might just let my new toyboy give me a good hard fucking before bedtime!" First Time with Mummy With that, mum reached down, gave my cock and balls a gentle squeeze, and walked out of the room, her big arse jiggling seductively as her hips swayed from side to side. Retrieving my shirt and boxers, I picked up her silky panties and retreated to my room to dress properly, smiling to myself as I heard her stepping into the shower. Whatever happened tonight, I certainly wasn't going to be needing that old bra any more; and with any luck, dad might even find that his wife stopped complaining about his lengthy business trips...