0 comments/ 92494 views/ 17 favorites Brad and Marsha By: mark_8675309 ****Background **** Everyone in their conservative, Midwestern church would agree that Brad and Marsha Dittoro were the perfect couple. Most of them had known Brad and Marsha for all, or nearly all, of the 10 years they had attended there as a married couple. Some might even recall that it was at this very church that Brad and Marsha originally met, subsequently fell in love, and were married. And despite the nearly 12 year age difference between them, they had been happily married every since. Prior to getting married, both Brad and Marsha were very popular within the church. Before they got together, they were likely the most eligible single people in the entire congregation (if not the entire state). Brad was a very eligible bachelor not only because of his warm personality and awkward attractiveness but also because he had become very successful in his advertising business. This, coupled with some very savvy investment strategies, had yielded him some fairly substantial dividends in recent years. In a word, the man was loaded. Marsha would also be considered a very good catch. Recently graduated from Illinois State University with a degree in medical record management, she had subsequently obtained a job at the local St. Mary's Hospital working in the office. Marsha simply loved her job. And everyone that worked there adored Marsha. She was fun, had a great sense of humor, and went above & beyond the call of duty in the job she performed at the hospital. The single most striking thing about Marsha was her girl next door good looks. Ironically enough, Marsha Tilly (her maiden name) looked strikingly similar to the infamous Marsha Brady from the dreaded sitcom of days gone by. With straight blond hair which she sometimes pulled back and sometimes left straight, a perfect smile, striking brown eyes, and perfect body, her school friends had nicknamed her Marsha Brady, and used to commonly tease her with the dreaded, "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha" line from one of the Brady Bunch episodes. At her senior prom, she was voted "Most likely to become Marsha Brady" by her ever cleaver classmates. Marsha did have a good sense of humor about the whole thing, and didn't really let it bother her. Though her looks were similar to the eldest Brady girl during school, as she matured, one difference was Marsha Tilly became a bit better endowed than the Brady girl. Marsha had begun to blossom at around age 14, and continued until around age 18 when her bust went to a 34c – almost d. On such a slim girl, her breasts definitely stood out, and did not escape the attention of adolescent boys (and many men) around her. This wasn't entirely a good thing for Marsha though. Despite her attempts at concealing her new womanhood, it seemed this was all the people around her wanted to look at and talk about. It was as though her breasts were all that there was to her. Boys and men alike were dumbfounded by them, often eliciting jealous anger from the girlfriends or wives that were invariably attached to the boys & men who were so often gawking at her. And there is nothing more devastating than teenage peer pressure. One day, while walking to school with a group of her friends, one of the little Ingersol boys from down the street came running up shouting, "Marsha Tilly has Titanic Tits!!" Unfortunately for Marsha, the little outburst did not escape the attention of half the school. Everyone started laughing, and several joined in the chant. Marsha was devastated. It was one of the single most embarrassing moments of her life. The toughest part about it for Marsha was, she really didn't have anyone to confide in or to obtain advice from. Marsha's mother had been tragically killed in a car accident when Marsha was only three years old, leaving her to be raised by her father and three older brothers. Though their family was very close, and both her father and brothers were very open & caring for Marsha, there was no way she was going to ask any of them about how to deal with people making fun of her. In spite of the fact that Marsha quite frequently saw her brothers and her father naked, she herself was very quiet and private person. She would never allow anyone in her family to see her even partially undressed. *** White Wedding *** To say that Brad and Marsha fell in love at first sight would not be much of a stretch. They met at church in a single's small group, and immediately clicked. Marsha found Brad to be handsome, quick witted, and extremely intelligent. These were three of her most important criteria in men that she chose to (or chose not to) date. Marsha, on the other hand, Brad found to be exceptionally beautiful, but she didn't act like most beautiful girls. She wasn't self-centered and shallow. Indeed she was very intelligent and had some emotional depth. She also knew how to laugh both at herself, and at others. But she never made jokes at others expense. This was something that Brad noticed immediately, and one of the reasons he fell for Marsha early on. The couple dated for several months, and Marsha came to realize that Brad was a total gentleman of honor. He didn't try to get her straight into bed (as most of her previous suitors had). Indeed, Brad seemed quite patient with that whole process, being contented to hold her hand and kiss her good night for months. Marsha was genuinely impressed by his gallantry, and she was content to wait a while for some of the heavier petting herself, though if she were completely honest, she did yearn for it a bit. After dating for a couple of months, each of them knew that they were with the right one. They were truly meant for each other, and had fallen quite thoroughly in love. It came as a pleasant surprise to Marsha when, on her 22nd birthday, Brad proposed to her, giving her a full 2-carrot diamond engagement ring. It was the happiest day of Marsha's young life. Being engaged definitely didn't change the couple's feelings towards each other. If anything, during their engagement they grew closer together than ever. One night they were on a date. Brad looked Marsha in the eye and told her that there was something he had to share with her. Based on Brad's tone, Marsha sensed that it was something both important as well as something that was bad. "OK babe. You can tell me anything. You know that. Don't be afraid." "Well, this is difficult, but I really need to share it with you before we get married – if nothing else to be fair to you." Brad took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and continued. "This isn't an easy thing for me to tell you, but I know I have to. I don't know how to say it any other way, so I'm just going to come right out with it: I don't have the biggest penis in the world." At first Marsha thought Brad was joking with her, so she started laughing. She immediately sensed that she had guessed wrong. Brad was being completely serious, and his face turned into a grimace as soon as she started laughing. Marsha regained her composure and tried to collect her thoughts. "Brad, I don't have the biggest boobs in the world either, but you still love me, don't you?" asked Marsha, thrusting her breasts out at Brad. Brad groaned. Actually, Marsha DID have fairly large breasts. They were at least a C cup, and a rather full C cup, at that. This was not the best comparison to draw, Brad realized. If Marsha's tits were to correspond to Brad's dick, they would have to be A's. Perhaps AA's. "Honey, you're very well proportioned. I'm just not all that big. I don't want to disappoint you. I want to set your expectations realistically." Brad cautioned in a tone similar to one he might use when addressing employees that worked for him. "Brad, I want to marry YOU. All of you. From you brilliant head down to your cute little toes. That includes the member in between. Is this why you've never made any serious moves on me? Are you ashamed of what you have?" "You are a pretty bright young lady – along with being sexy as hell." "Well, as close as we are to our wedding, I think it would be a real good idea for us to just simply wait at this point. Although I wish you would have talked to me about this so much sooner. I am of the population that truly believes that size does NOT matter Brad. It's more in how you use it. At least that is what I firmly believe, as you know, I've never gone all way, so I'll have to let you know for sure on our wedding night." All Brad could do was smile at his beautiful fiancé. She always had a talent for making him feel like he was the king of the world. No matter WHAT was bothering him, Marsha could always find a way to make big problems seem not so big (or in his case, a little problem not seem so significant). And he completely loved her for it. So they began to plan their wedding. They began by determining who would be in the wedding party with them. Most importantly, selecting the best man and maid of honor. There was never any doubt that it would be each of their best friends. Mike had always been Brad's best friend. They had been best friends since Mrs. Frerkes's 2nd grade class and probably would be for life. Mike and Brad were similar in many ways, but also very different. They had similar hobbies, liked the same kinds of movies, and shared the same sense of humor. While Brad was the brainchild, Mike was definitely the jock. As brainy as Brad was, Mike was equally as athletic. And Cindy was Marsha's best friend. Though not quite as beautiful as Marsha, Cindy was also a bit of a heart breaker. With shoulder length brown hair, a thin and athletic figure, Cindy made the perfect girlfriend for Mike. The four of them were inseparable throughout their high school years together. So of course, Mike and Cindy were heavily involved in the wedding planning with Brad and Marsha. One day, they were sitting over at Mike's house, because his parents had a giant, in-ground pool. The girls were each wearing two piece bikinis, and the guys were both wearing normal swimming trunks. Every time they got together at Mike's to swim, it became quite obvious to Marsha that Mike did not share Brad's issue with having a small penis. In fact, it was quite evident by simply glancing at his trunks that Mike was actually fairly well endowed! Marsha tried very hard never to look, and certainly to never allow her friends to see her, but she had certainly noticed it, and it wasn't lost on Mike that she was sneaking occasional peaks. On this particular day they were sitting around the glass table on the patio discussing the wedding. Marsha was trying to figure out which wedding gown to wear, and Mike made a joke about the gown not really being on all that long anyway. Marsha was feeling a bit frisky, so she jumped down off of her chair and jumped directly onto Mike, getting him into a headlock! Mike reached around behind her and untied her bikini top, as he pulled away, the top fell at her feet! "Oh you little FART!" Exclaimed Marsha as her big and beautiful tits bounced into everyone's view. "You're going to pay for that one" she yelled as she ran toward Mike, not even paying attention to the fact that all of the others eyes were straight on her boobs. This worked to her advantage as she approached Mike, faking like she was going to hit him, she got him to flinch a little bit, then went straight for his trunks, pulling them down beneath his knees in one quick yank. Unbeknownst to Marsha, as she was grappling with Mike, Brad had sneaked up behind Mike and quickly maneuvered to put his best friend into a Full Nelson. In so doing, Brad, Mike, and Marsha all lost their balance and fell into a heap on the grass next to the patio. Marsha was on the bottom under Mike and she found herself staring at his big dick which was in dangerously close proximity to her face. Next, Mike landed on top of her, with Brad on his back maintaining the Full Nelson hold. As they landed, Mikes cock head made contact with Marsha's face, brushing against her lips. Mike was looking down at his best friend's fiancé as she stared cross-eyed up the length of his dick, seeming almost hypnotized by it, as it brushed against her lips. Brad pulled back a bit, causing the cock to move away from Marsha's lips. Mike could see there a trail of pre-cum running from the head of his cock to Marsha's lips. His cock had now become completely hard. He was very frightened that his best friend or worse yet, his girlfriend would see what was happening. At the same time, this was just too erotic for him to put an immediate end to. Evidently, Marsha must have felt the same way, as she showed no indication of saying anything about their predicament. "Get him Brad! Don't let him get away with pulling my top off!" Exclaimed Marsha, smiling up at Mike. "You apologize now Mr." Said Brad to his buddy Mike, and began applying harder pressure to the Full Nelson he had on his friend. Being much more athletic, as well as much stronger than his best friend, Mike could easily have broken out of the hold. However, Mike wasn't quite ready to get up off of Marsha just yet. As Brad applied additional pressure, Mike allowed himself to be pushed back onto Marsha, and his hard-on was once again pushed against Marsha's lips. This time with a bit more force. Thinking back on the moment later, Marsha wasn't sure of what prompted what happened next. Whether it was the excitement of being exposed in front or Brad's athletic friend, being totally mesmerized by Mike's beautiful big dick, or just the fact that it had been months – nearly a full year, since she had any kind of serious physical contact with a boy. Perhaps it was a combination of all these things that prompted Marsha to allow her lips to part just a little bit, and allow the head of Mike's hard cock to disappear into her wet and willing little mouth. Due to the positioning of bodies, this fact was only known by Marsha and Mike, and was totally hidden from both Cindy and Brad. "I'm not letting you up until you say you're sorry," declared Brad. Brad was extremely pleased with his ability to take control of the situation and hold his more athletic friend at bay. He was so thrilled with the situation that he kept applying pressure to his friend, forcing him to the ground harder and harder, as he shook Mike, demanding an apology. The effect could be guessed. As Brad applied pressure, it forced Mike's cock deeper into Marsha hot, wet, and wonderful mouth! Marsha looked up into Mike's eyes, and Mike could see a smoldering desire there matched only by the burning he was feeling in his balls as he felt her tongue begin to lightly swirl around the head of his cock. "I can't hold out much longer buddy," Mike said, seemingly to his friend Brad, but his eye contact was with Marsha, letting her know that he would soon cum in her mouth if she didn't stop. The thought of Mike shooting his cum in her mouth suddenly became a huge turn-on for Marsha. Though she had no idea why, she really wanted to make her fiancé's athletic friend cum. She suddenly started bobbing her head up & down, taking nearly ¾ of Mike's near eight-inch cock down her throat. She also snuck a free hand up and gently began to caress Mike's balls. "Well I'm not letting you up until you say you're sorry buddy," answered Brad. At that very moment, Mike started shooting his cum into Marsha's mouth. She immediately swallowed several teaspoons of salty seamen. "OOOH my," said Mike, making it sound like Brad was really putting the hurt on him. After milking his balls dry, Marsha allowed Mike's shrinking penis to fall from her mouth. She smiled up at Mike and said, "Have you had enough yet?" "Ummm...yeah, I think so. I am so sorry for pulling off your top Marsha!" said Brad as he smiled down at her. "You better be Mr.!" Replied Marsha, smiling up at him. At this point, Brad released him and got up off him. This allowed Mike to stand up, grab his trunks, and begin to pull them up. Marsha was a bit sad as she watched his nice, plump, still half-hard cock disappear into his trunks. "Get a good enough look at it Marsha?!?" teased Cindy as she noticed where Marsha's gaze was fixed. "Well, it's not like he's not getting an eyeful himself!" answered Marsha as she noticed Mike looking at her still exposed tits as she bent over picking up her swimsuit top. As she bent over to retrieve her bikini top, she paused for just the briefest second as she scolded Mike for looking at her tits. She gave him one last good look at them, and looked directly into his eyes. Marsha quickly grabbed her top, turned toward Cindy and away from the boys to retie her top. "Man, I wish my tits were half the size of yours Marsha," said Cindy. "Size isn't everything," said Marsha to Cindy, more for Brad's benefit. Suddenly she felt guilt completely overtaking her for what had just occurred. "I'm really not feeling all that well," said Marsha. "Can we go now Brad?" "Marsha I'm sorry if we got too carried away," said Mike also feeling regret for what had just occurred between the two of them. "We were just playing around. But it did go a little further than I'm comfortable with," said Marsha looking Mike directly in the eye. "Me too. And we won't let it happen again, scout's honor," replied Mike. "Then it's all settled, and we can get back to planning this wedding!" said Brad, trying to diffuse the situation a bit. Marsha seemed to relax a bit then, and said, "OK, let's plan a wedding". Marsha's fleeting glances at Mike's cock had not gone completely un-noticed by Brad though. When they were alone later, Mike decided to test the waters a bit. "Man, Mike sure has a big dick, doesn't he?" commented Brad. "Yeah, he's definitely packin!" laughed Marsha. "It's like I said honey, to me, SIZE isn't everything. I told you that you don't have to worry about that. We've talked about it, and I'm sure what YOU have is exactly what I want!" said Marsha, hoping to convince herself as well as her fiancé. "I just wish I had a bit more to offer you." Replied Brad. "You know, you're going to piss me off if you keep talking like that Brad. Give me a little bit of credit for knowing what I want. It's not all about the dick, ya know?" This comment made them both laugh. Now they were relaxed again. Marsha was just so good at doing that. He loved her so much, and felt so lucky that she wanted him. Six months later, they had the grandest wedding that their small, conservative church had ever seen. Both bride and groom married as honest to goodness virgins. It was truly a grand event with literally hundreds of people in attendance. There were six groomsmen, including Brad's best friend Mike as the Best Man and six girls, including Marsha's best friend Cindy as the Maid of Honor. It was truly a handsome looking wedding party, but none could rival how spectacular Marsha looked. She got her hair and makeup done by Cindy, who was studying to be a beautician. Brad and Marsha Ch. 02 That night, they left for was to become the Ditorro's yearly winter getaway cabin on a sparsely populated resort island. Truly a tropical paradise, with the cabin overlooking a breathtaking ocean view, complete with their own extremely private beautiful white sandy beach. In the bedroom of this getaway cabin, Marsha attacked her new husband with a lust she never knew she had in her. Marsha was a twenty-four-year-old virgin who hadn't masturbated in months. She was extremely ready for her first fuck. As she tore open his pants, pulled them down, and shortly later his underwear, she saw why Brad had been so shy for so long. His penis, though completely hard, was MAYBE 3 inches long and about as round as her pinky finger. In spite of its small size, it was a handsome little cock. "Oh honey! I think it's wonderful" exclaimed Marsha, as she sank to her knees in front of her husband. She had been reading about 'what men like and want from their women' in Cosmo, and decided she would start their first night out right by blowing his mind (and his little cock at the same time). Marsha couldn't help remembering for a second the day out on Mike's patio. She immediately forced herself to block it out, preventing the waves of guilt from overtakeing her again. Brad couldn't believe how lucky he was as his wife immediately sucked his hard little package all the way into her eager mouth. It was so small that she was able to take not only his cock, but his entire scrotum into her mouth at the same time. The feeling from this was like nothing Brad had ever experienced in his life. As she began to wiggle her tongue on his balls, Brad let out a loud moan and experienced the first orgasm induced by his beautiful young bride. Marsha immediately tasted the warm load deposited onto her tongue. "Mmmmmm.... Yummy!!" Marsha purred as she swallowed her first load of cum from her husband. That was rather tasty! Smiled Marsha up at her husband. She did note, with a bit of disappointment, that his tiny member had begun to shrink before her eyes. As she watched it shrank down into a tiny ball into his little scrotum. "I guess he's sleepy now," smiled Marsha up at Brad successfully hiding her disappointment. "It'll recover in a couple of hours, and we can try to continue from there," laughed Brad. So they began to unpack and Marsha made them a quick snack. Shortly after the snack, Marsha found herself sitting on Brad's lap, engaged in a passionate kiss. Though she couldn't tell until she reached down with her hand, his hard-on was back! "Any chance I could get me some a this?" teased Marsha. "A VERY good chance, ma'am!" replied Brad, and he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. Though Marsha couldn't have weighed 100 pounds dripping wet, Brad was pretty winded by the time he deposited her on the bed. He slowly started undressing her, and was in awe over her beauty as it was revealed to him. Once they were both naked, Marsha looked at Brad's penis again. The penis that was about to take her long-held virginity. "Well," thought Marsha "he can't do too much damage with that." She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing. When Brad finally did penetrate her, there was very little pain. His little cock WAS large enough to pierce her hymen, and there was a little bit of blood. This reaffirmed Brad's otherwise suffering masculinity. Marsha put up a good show for him, pretending he was so large and hurting her so bad. Quickly she adjusted, and could honestly scarcely tell he was inside her. As Brad erupted into his second orgasm of the day, Marsha found herself faking her first orgasm. She simply couldn't disappoint Brad. She had to make him feel like he was taking care of her needs. Later, as Brad snored on beside her, Marsha quickly and efficiently brought her own relief by tickling her clit quietly. Though Brad had a small cock, she still loved him....and realized that she always would....(though he had very little wood -- she smiled to herself as the bad pun ran through her mind, making her smile). *** The Adoption *** After five unsuccessful years of attempting to have a baby, the frustrated Ditoro's consulted their physician. Much to their chagrin, they were to find out that Brad suffered from 'slow swimmers'. Simply put, Brad's sperm were not active enough to make the long trip through the fallopian tubes to fertilize Marsha's exceptionally fertile eggs. Upon learning this sad news, the Ditoro's decided to adopt. They didn't want to adopt just any child though. They wanted to pick a needy one that would truly benefit from being adopted. A child which had a much less likely chance to make it in the world without their assistance. For this reason, they didn't choose to adopt a baby, since nearly every couple seeking to adopt selects infants. They also discovered that, statistically, minority children are also far more likely to be left behind by society, than their white counterparts. These facts aided the Ditoro's in their decision to adopt a young black male. After several months of arduous selection activities, they narrowed their choice to a ten-year-old boy named Dejuanne. Dejuanne was an only child whose parents had been killed 3 years prior in a terrible car accident. He was a shy, attractive, and bright child -- who desperately needed a good home and loving parents. Dejuanne, or DJ as his mother affectionately labeled him, immediately gelled with the Ditorros. Both parents showed him nothing but love and support, quickly making him feel at home in his new environment. After a few years passed, none of them really thought about the fact that Dejuanne was adopted. It was as though he had ALWAYS been their son. The only difficult thing for DJ to adapt to was the fact that, due to all of the trauma that he had experienced in his life, he had pretty much missed out on two and a half years of school. When the Ditorro's tested him to go back to school, he actually had to start three years behind. *** Kids at School *** Another of Brad's extended business trips had come around. Marsha and Dejuanne had become accustomed to them, so they had settled into their normal routine of dealing with everyday life without Brad around. Dejuanne attended an upper-middle class, nearly all white, catholic school. Now that he was "eighteen", he had started to develop into a handsome and very athletic young man. He was just coming off a three-inch growth spurt, which put him just over 5'11", already nearly full inch and a half taller than his adopted father. And the height difference was not the only thing that distinguished Dejuanne from his adopted father. Where Brad was somewhat short and thin, it was becoming obvious enough that Dejuanne had the chromosomes of a great athlete. The track coach quickly made the discovery that Dejuanne was an excellent runner, and convinced him to join the track team, running several different sprint and relay races. Though Dejuanne was only a sophomore, he was already one of the fastest runners on the team. The problem was, he was also the only black kid both on the team, and in the school. Obviously his appearance was very different from all the other kids, which of course, caused the other kids to sometimes make fun of and ostracize Dejuanne. Today was, by far, the worst day so far. This was due to the fact that the kids had to take showers together, which caused Dejuanne to learn of yet another difference he shared with the other kids. Yet another difference that led to the kids making fun of him, and calling him names. This was exactly what Dejuanne was reflecting on as he lay in his bed, brooding quietly to himself that evening, wearing only his favorite athletic shorts. Nor had his melancholy mood had not escaped the attention of his mother. As she was preparing herself for bed, she couldn't help noticing the quiet sadness that overcome her son. She could well imagine what it was all about, having gone through her own share of teasing and being singled out due to her physical appearance during school years. This was a common bond that she and her son shared, so they were often able to discuss it openly, and she was normally very effective in helping her son deal with it. "OK DJ, you might as well just come out with it. I know something is bothering you tonight." "Mom, do you think I'm a freak?" "That is absolutely ridiculous! I think you already know the answer to that question, young man. What in heavens name could prompt you to ask me such an absurd question?" "I don't think I can tell you about this one mom. It's kind of a guy thing." "Well, in case you haven't noticed, I've been married to one of those for a few years now. Not to mention the fact that my father and three brothers raised me, so I have had some experience in this field. You should know by now that no matter what is going on in your life, you can always bounce it off your old mom!" "Yeah right, OLD mom," said DJ as he looked as his mother. Marsha still did a high-level aerobics workout for two hours everyday. She had just completed this before coming in to talk to DJ. DJ had watched his mom do this workout from time to time. Whenever she did it, she wore a tight yellow spandex workout outfit. She would pull her hair back in a tight blond ponytail. There was not an ounce of fat on his mother. At age 26, Cheryl still looked like everybody's high school cheerleader. She would bounce and gyrate around, under the direction of some nameless super model on the screen. DJ thought even her sweat looked cute! The response from his mother made Dejuanne feel better. In fact, anytime he spoke with his mother about problems he was having things seemed to get better. This was certainly a difficult subject, and quite embarrassing to him, but he decided that he could really use her help on it. "Today the coach made us take showers for the first time." "Thank God!" joked Marsha, squeezing her nose together between her fingers, with a light smile. "Mom, this is serious." "So were some of those odors you were bringing home!" laughed Marsha, successfully eliciting a smile from her son for the first time since she got into the room. "I'm sorry, please continue." "Well, this is kinda hard to share, but I found another big difference between me and the other boys." "Go on." "Well..." "It's OK DJ, you can trust me. I'm just here to help." "We look different down there." "Your feet?" "MOM! No, our penises." "You mean some boys are circumcised and some aren't?" guessed Marsha, trying to make the whole discussion easier for her son. "Well, yes, that's true too, but no, this difference seems to be just between ME and all the other white boys. You see, my penis doesn't seem to look at all like theirs do." "You mean because yours is darker than theirs? You know we've already talked about this quite a bit young man. Just because your skin color is different, isn't really all that important..." "NO, that's not it mom. I am shaped differently than them." "I'm sorry honey, I don't understand. Different how?" "It's kinda hard to describe, but theirs are closer up to their bodies, not quite as visible, while mine seems to hang lower." "What do you mean hang lower honey?" "Well, like Mike Thompson. He was undressing next to me. I wasn't really trying to look, in fact I was trying hard not to, but he was right next to me...." "DJ, it's OK to notice physical differences between you and your friends. You don't have to be ashamed of that. They are facts, so don't be afraid to notice. Go on." "OK. Well, I could really only just barely see his penis. It was kinda all rolled up into a ball, and was maybe the size of the small part of my pinky finger. And pretty much all the other boys were the same." Marsha's mind immediately flashed to her own husband's somewhat small penis. Then it subconsciously switched to her brother's somewhat larger ones as she remembered them from when she was a kid. And her father's which was quite a bit larger. "I think that is pretty much the normal size for boys your age DJ. It's not really all that unusual. Can you tell me what the problem was?" "Well, the problem is mine doesn't look like that at all. You can pretty much see mine from across the room, and they all did. It hangs about halfway down my thigh, and they were all pointing to it, laughing, and calling me banana dick. Someone said something like 'yeah, what a freak' which is what made me ask you that." Suddenly Marsha realized that it had been years since she had actually seen her son without any clothes on. Since he had begun puberty, and really even before that, DJ had always been a very private boy. He was normally very careful not to run around the house without clothes on. This, of course raised her curiosity a bit. "Would you like to show me?" "MOM! I can't do that." "Oh DJ, don't be shy. I'm your mother, and I want to help. I'm also a grown woman, and I'm sure you don't have anything I haven't seen before!" "But mine is so different mom." Responded Dejuanne tentatively, though Marsha could tell that he truly did want to show her so that she could share her unbiased judgement with him. "Yours is different from those boys, but perhaps you have simply developed sooner than them. And remember DJ, you are older than the kids in your class by 3 to 4 years. This can make a HUGE difference developmentally. Now don't be shy, let's have a quick look." As she spoke, Marsha approached DJs bed and started pulling back his covers. After pulling them back, she hooked her thumbs on either side of his shorts and began tugging them down. Since DJ really did want her assistance in this area, he accommodated her by lifting his butt off the bed so that she could pull the sorts down his legs & eventually off his feet. This left the boy lying on the bed in only his rather small briefs. Marsha couldn't help but already be impressed by the boys' physique. Indeed, Brad had become somewhat plump over the years, with a big, round, white belly that protruded down his front which Marsha secretly found rather repulsive. DJ looked nothing like that. Since he had joined the track team, he had been hitting the weight room on a regular basis. His entire body had become chiseled and hard from the workouts. This prompted Marsha to smile down at he son. "So far, so good! Now let's have a look at the main attraction!" Marsha joked, trying to make her son feel relaxed. "Before we do that....there's something else I've been worried about also." "Yes?" "This is also very embarrassing and hard to talk about." "Well, I can't help you if you don't relax and just trust me." "I know. OK. This is something that just started recently. I'm not quite sure why, but I think that lately I've started peeing the bed." "You THINK you have started peeing the bed?" Marsha asked, a little bit confused. "Yeah, but it seems to be tied to something. See, lately I have been thinking about girls....a LOT. Especially my teacher, Mrs. Jenkins. I've been imagining what it would be like to....you know....be with her." "Uh huh," replied Marsha, starting to blush just a little bit for the first time tonight. The problem was, Mrs. Jenkins bore a striking resemblance to herself. This made Marsha begin to feel slightly uncomfortable with this whole discussion for the first time. Just the same, she knew this was a very important discussion and that she owed it to DJ to see it through with him. Anyway, every time I think of her, I always become rock hard....down here, DJ indicated toward his crotch. "I understand," replied Marsha winking at him, trying to continue to make him feel relaxed enough to talk about it. Though, at the same time, as she glanced at the crotch of his underwear, she was beginning to understand at least the first part of their discussion. There was already a sizable package outlined by his briefs, and as soon as he started talking about Mrs. Jenkins, it seemed that it started to become even more prominent. Marsha forced herself to remove her eyes from it and look her son directly in the eyes as he continued speaking to her. "Not only that, but on nights after I have thought of her a great deal, I have dreams about her, where we are kissing or touching each other, and I wake up and I have peed the bed." "Oh, I see!" smiled Marsha at her son. "You aren't peeing the bed honey. Have you guys not learned anything about wet dreams in health class yet? Have you studied the reproductive system?" "No. I've never heard of them. We don't start that stuff until next semester," replied Dejuanne. "OK. Well this one is an easy one. I think I can put this one to rest very easily, then we will go back to the other discussion! Like I said, you aren't peeing the bed at all honey, you are simply experiencing something called a 'wet dream'. This is your bodies way of dealing with sexual excitement. You see, your body is ready to begin having sex. You are producing sperm, but you are not yet old enough to be sexually active. As a result, it stores up, and your imagination, and sometimes your dreams take care of it for you by creating a pretend situation that allows it to be removed from the body, and give you some relief. You know there is another way of taking care of that, don't you?" "No. What way is that?" "We'll talk about that in a little while. We can come back to this subject. For now, let me just put your mind at ease. You are NOT peeing the bed, and having wet dreams is a perfectly normal outlet of sexual tension for boys around your age." "Now, let's get back to this whole 'I'm a freak' subject. Honey, I just want to share with you -- when I was a teenage girl, you know I was made fun of quite a bit for my appearance." "No way! How could you be made fun of mom? You are the most beautiful woman in world!" For the second time since the beginning of this conversation, Marsha felt herself blush a bit. "Thank you honey. That's sweet of you to say. But there's something that I think you already understand. Anything that makes us look different from our friends, particularly when we are teenagers, often leads our friends to ostracize or make fun of us. In my case, my chest was a bit larger than those of my girlfriends. This often caused my girlfriends to be jealous and the boys to pay far more attention to me than I was ready for at the time." DJ could understand that. His mom definitely was a very shapely and beautiful woman. Though he didn't tell her, nor could he ever, when he fantasized about Mrs. Jenkins, he often interchanged his mom and Mrs. Jenkins faces and bodies, since they looked so similar anyway. He could definitely understand how the boys who went to school with her would be fascinated in her large chest -- it hadn't exactly escaped his attention. In fact, as the conversation went on, he found his eyes drawn to his mother's chest like a magnet. Marsha had already changed for bed, and was wearing a silky chamois that showed the delicious swell of her breasts. DJ closed his eyes and tried to block the sight out, to avoid becoming immediately hard. "Now, let's see the goods" said Marsha, pointing to Dejuanne's briefs. "All right" replied DJ as he began tugging them down. As they slid down his thighs, Marsha eyes were drawn, for the first time in years, to her sons genitalia. Marsha had to consciously force herself to close her mouth, as it fell open in awe as her son's penis came into view. Just as he had indicated, his mostly flaccid penis hung at least half way down his thighs, and it was extremely round, with a plump round head bobbing at the end. She felt her cheeks turn completely crimson as she realized that his soft dick had to be at least seven inches long. His soft cock was at least twice as large as Brad's was when it was completely hard! Brad and Marsha Ch. 02 "WOW! Wowie!" said Marsha, as she stared down at her son's tool. "Honey, I just have to tell you, you are NOT at all a freak. That is definitely not what I would say. What you are is BLESSED son. I believe just about any boy - or man for that matter -- would kill to have something as nice as that!" "But mom, they're calling me banana dick." "Well, from where I'm standing, it doesn't look much like a banana to me!" Laughed Marsha. "Maybe an extra large fudge sickle, but certainly not a banana!" This caused DJ to laugh. Marsha always knew how to break the tension and make her son laugh, it was a gift she acquired years ago, and helped make the bond between the two so much stronger. "Honey, have you ever considered that those boys are making up names for you because they are simply jealous of what you've got that they don't have? " DJ considered it. He had never really thought of it that way before. He just thought they really thought he was a freak. "Think about it honey. You look different than them. You beat their little butts all over the track field, and you have this hugely-large-wonderful penis that puts theirs to shame. Perhaps they are just trying to compensate for their own insecurities." As Marsha was talking to her son, she couldn't help allowing her eyes to return to his crotch. It was truly an amazing sight to her, she had never seen anything like it. She felt herself moving a little closer to him as she talked, sitting down on the bed, staring down at his manhood. The fact that his mother's eyes were glued to his penis did not escape DJ's attention. He could also sense that she truly did mean all of the wonderful complimentary things she was saying to him about it. And as she talked, and stared, DJ looked down at his mother's amazing chest, he noticed that for some reason his mother's nipples were now visible through her silky shirt. As DJ took in the beauty of his mother, he felt that old familiar sensation begin, and suddenly, his penis took an involuntary leap. "OH my!" said Marsha giggling at her son. He seems to know that we're talking about him, smiled Marsha, momentarily taking her eyes off of her son's hardening meat to look into his eyes. However, when she looked up, she realized that he was looking down at her chest. She followed where his eyes were looking and suddenly realized that her nipples were showing blazingly obviously through her shirt. Well, I guess since I'm looking directly at his naked penis, I guess that's not the end of the world, rationed Marsha to herself as she started to feel a twinge of guilt at allowing her son to look at her in this fashion. "It does that all the time," replied DJ, taking his eyes from his mothers nipples and looking down at his cock as it took another leap. "Mom, this is going to get bad. There's no stopping it now, it will get totally hard and stay that way all night long. And I will probably have one of those dreams tonight now too." "Is that right?" asked Marsha, following her sons eyes back down to his penis. "Oh my God," said Marsha as her eyes returned to her son's groin. His penis -- no, penis no longer seemed like the correct term for it -- his cock had seemingly doubled in size, was beginning to lift up from his lap, and had grown in roundness considerable in the few seconds she had taken her eyes off of it. "It's a wonder you aren't passing out from that much blood being taken from your system!" smiled Marsha. Both of them sat on the bed watching intently as Dejuanne's cock continued to harden. "Honey, that is totally amazing! I have never seen anything like it." "Do you think it looks freakish?" asked Dejuanne, totally concerned by the look of amazement on his mother's face. "Freakish?!?! Lord no! It looks magnificent! It looks like an absolute wonder of nature." Answered Marsha. "Does dad look anything like this when his gets hard?" Marsha let out a slight laugh, in spite of herself. "No honey. He is not nearly this large. In fact -- " Marsha looked over on her son's desk that he did his school homework on. There was a tape measure sitting on top of a couple of open textbooks. "Have you ever measured it to see how big it is?" asked Marsha. "No." With that, Marsha rushed over to the desk, grabbed the wooden ruler, and walked back to the bed. Without thinking, she grasped her son's cock in her left hand, and held the ruler up, started at the base of his cock in his pubic hair, and straightened it out against his cock flesh. Toward the end, his mamouth monster of a cock was slightly bent, and she had to grab the top and straighten it. Upon completion of this, the head of his penis extended between the 10 and the 11 inch mark on the tape measure. "My God DJ, you are about eleven inches long, and I don't think you're completely hard yet! Yes, you are about three times as large as your father!" Marsha commented, not really meaning to say this out loud. She pulled the tape measure away, realizing that she was still holding her son's hard and throbbing member in her hands. The other thing that totally amazed her was just how hard DJ's cock felt in her hand. It felt like velvet steel in her grasp. She could feel his pulse racing through the organ, which made it appear to have a life of it's own. As she pulled her hand away from it, she realized that the hand had a rather abundant amount of precum on it. In fact, the amount of precum that was on her hand from touching her son's penis for just a few seconds was at least twice as much cum as her husband ejaculated in 2 -- 3 orgasms. No wonder they were never able to have any babies, she thought bitterly. "Son, this problem you are having with wet dreams -- you do know there is another answer to that, right?" "You asked me that before. No, what's the other answer mom?" "Have you never made yourself cum?" "No, I haven't. I've honestly never heard of it," DJ answered, looking up from his rigid cock to look at his mom -- who was still staring down at it. "How does it work?" "I can't believe with this much testosterone flowing that you haven't discovered it already! You simply caress your penis with your hand, stroking it up & down, until you ejaculate." "Oh, you mean beat off??! The kids are always teasing each other at school about that. If word ever got out that I did that, I would be made fun of horribly." "Yes, I know. Kids are so cruel. But you know son, even though you would never tell your friends about it, EVERYONE does it. They all do it. Your father used to do it. I do it" "YOU do it? But why? Isn't that taken care of for you by dad?" "Well, DJ, that's a whole other story." "No it isn't! You're making me be totally honest and open with you. Can't you do the same with me?" The sincerity of that question hit home with Marsha. He was right. He had told her all of his most intimate fears and secrets, and now he was asking her to be honest with him. "Well DJ, as I told you, your father was not as blessed as you are. His penis is actually somewhat small. For the most part, when we make love, it doesn't allow me to have an orgasm. So yes, I still make myself cum from time to time." The instant these words came out of her mouth, both DJ and Marsha saw DJ's huge erection twitch. They both laughed out loud together, and suddenly they both felt very comfortable and at ease with one another. "I guess somebody liked the idea of me making myself cum," Marsha said, pointing to DJ's hardon. "He's not the only one. That sounds so exciting." "It does? Why?" "Because you are so beautiful," DJ said, looking down again at his mother's hard nipples. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and the thought of you making yourself cum makes me go crazy!!" said DJ, and to prove the point his cock jerked again. His cock seemed to by almost hypnotizing Marsha. She returned her gaze to it, and could see his pulse rate coursing through the veins of his huge cock. It looked hard as a pipe and totally ready for action. "You know, why don't I leave you alone, so you can make yourself go DJ?" "I honestly am still not sure that I know how to do it," he replied. "Can you kind of talk me through it a little bit?" "I guess so. But this is a little bit weird." Replied Marsha. "OK, masturbation training 101 begins now! Take your right hand and wrap it around the head of your penis." Dejuanne followed his mother's instructions, wrapping has long fingers around the head of his cock and began to clumsily stroke it. Though he did have a great deal of precum, the shear size of his member made it nearly impossible to cover, and his mother could immediately tell that the friction would get in the way. "Hold on a second," she said, running into the bathroom, and coming back with a container of hand cream. "Here, try this," she said as she opened the lid and held it above his throbbing member. DJ watched as the white liquid started to pour from the bottle, dripping onto his hard cock. It felt a bit cold when it made contact. At the same time, watching his mother pouring it from the bottle onto his dick...all the while staring - almost longingly - at his hard cock, was so exciting. As he watched her, his cock twitched hard again. This actually caused a glob of the liquid hand cream to flick onto his mother's silky shirt. "I think he likes it!" said Marsha as she reached out her hand and began smearing the hand cream all up & down Dejuanne's rock hard member. She didn't even think of the fact that she was stroking his cock, she was simply helping him get started by adding lubrication to it. However, the effect that it had on Dejuanne was phenomenal. He immediately dropped both of his own hands to the sides, and began pistoning his hips up & down such that as his mother was applying the cream that her hand rubbed harder and faster against his cock. "Oh honey, this is just to make it easier for YOU..." but she never got the complete sentence out. Instead the word you was immediately changed to a bit of a light scream, as wads of steaming semen began jetting from the head of Dejuanne's cock. The first stream hit her square in the face. "Oh God!" cried Marsha as another huge jet pelted the front of her shirt, immediately soaking it through. At this point, she grabbed his hardon again, pointing it to the side. She could feel the next wad erupting up his mighty shaft, and watched in awe as the third huge wad shot off the side of the bed, making a sizable puddle onto the floor. She unconsciously began gently milking Dejuanne's mammoth rod as a series of smaller jets shot out onto the bed. "That's a boy," she cooed, "all better." "OUCH! Oh my goodness, it's running into my eyes!" cried Marsha as the sperm, which had landed on her forehead, began swimming, and ran down into her eyes, making them burn a bit. She let go of Dejuanne's shrinking cock and ran into the bathroom to grab a towel. "I'm so sorry mom. I had no idea that was going to happen," apoligized Dejuanne as his mother came back into the bedroom, trying to clean all of the wet spots off of her silk chamoise. "You're not the only one who got surprised," smiled Marsha as her eyes once again returned to DJ's exposed cock, like a magnet. It was now standing at about three quarters of an erection, still sizably larger than Brad's had ever been. "You have nothing at all to be sorry about. I should have predicted that you were really close. A young man like yourself is probably ALWAYS close!" she giggled. "Now I need to leave you alone so that you can clean up and get some clothes on. You are not a freak at all. You are a wonderfully well blessed young man with a simply wonderful penis. You have nothing at all to be ashamed of. And you should also know that whenever you have that problem, the way we took care of is always an option for you, OK?" "You mean you'd be willing to do that for me again?" asked DJ with hope in his voice. "No silly! That was a total accident! That is NOT an appropriate thing for a mother to do for her son, but it is a perfectly acceptable thing for a young man to take care of for himself," replied Marsha as her eyes were again drawn to his amazing cock. "Oh, OK." "And do me a favor, this time, & anytime you take care of it in the future, just be sure to clean up the mess. You do make QUITE a large mess, don't you?" smiled Marsha -- tearing her eyes away. "No problem mom." Marsha hastily left the room. She could feel the moisture from her pussy literally beginning to drip down her leg. "Now that he's taken care of, I'm going to have to take care of myself pretty soon," thought Marsha as the image of her son's huge black cock erupting all over her kept returning to her imagination. Her mind then switched to her husband's tiny penis, and she felt a little sad and a lot guilty for her lustful feelings. Regardless of how small Brad was, when he got home, he was in for the ride of his life thought Marsha deviously. Brad and Marsha Ch. 03 Note to the readers: If you like the Brad and Marsha story, I have another version of it, where I have inserted pictures to go along with the story. If you would like to see it, drop me an email, and I will share it with you. * The ditoro's stayed for 3 complete weeks every year on their winter island resort. It was a chance for them to get away from the hustle & bustle of everyday life and enjoy quiet time together as a family. Marsha looked forward to these times a great deal. It was an opportunity to have her husband's undivided attention and spend time with the two favorite men in her life (as she often said for the benefit of Dejuanne who beamed every time she said it) for a couple of weeks. Only in the privacy of just her husband and son, in a remote beach resort, without the chance of any strangers approaching, would Marsha feel comfortable enough to wear the new two-piece bikini that Brad had purchased for her. In fact, she was a little reluctant to wear it around her son, and told her husband so as he was begging her to wear it for him. "Oh nonsense," replied Brad "you are DJ's mom. He knows he has a beautiful mother, and isn't ashamed or embarrassed by it. And I really really want to see you in it and you can get a really great tan in it." The final line is what pushed Marsha over the edge. She hated never getting any kind of a tan on her tummy. This vacation she would succumb to Brad's persistent begging and wear the two-piece. Though Brad had convinced her, she was still a bit uncomfortable running around in nearly nothing around her young and impressionable son. On more than one occasion she noticed out of the corner of her eye her son looking a little too hard at her overly exposed areas. Whenever this happened, Marsha's mind kept flashing back to the night when she showed DJ how to masturbate. The look and feel of his huge member was something she had tried very hard to forget and put completely out of her mind. It was really frustrating having it repeatedly find it's way back into her imagination! That night she had made herself cum until she was so tired that she actually fell asleep. The next day she had literally been sore from her own self abuse -- Marsha remembered, and was again a bit flushed from being ashamed. With all this, Marsha kept hiding in her giant beach towel. Whenever she felt like DJ was watching her again, she would wrap herself up into her beach towel and hide for awhile, until she was sure his attention was elsewhere. This went on for a couple of days, until finally, Marsha began to relax a little bit around her son. "I've seen him completely naked, and in all his glory -- so what's it going to hurt if he sees his old mom in a 2 piece bikini?" rationalized Marsha to herself. So in that way, she was finally able to stop hiding in her giant beach towels and get a decent tan. As the first week progressed into the second, both Brad and Marsha were getting decent tans. DJ kept joking with them, asking if his tan was improving. Though he actually did get a bit darker from all the exposure to the sun. At about the midpoint of the second week, they began hearing the weather people calling for the possibility of a great storm that could possibly hit near their island. This storm could posses up to hurricane-level winds, and could at anytime actually turn into a hurricane! It was not certain if this storm would hit -- or how severe it would even be. Regardless, Brad decided that they needed to watch very carefully for signs of storms. He was pretty confident that the underground bunker that had been constructed for just such an occasion would keep his family safe. He just had to make sure they made it there, in the event of any dangerous storms. Unfortunately for the Ditoros, that Wednesday, the storm overtook them entirely by surprise. The day started out like any other that they were on the island. The three of them woke up around 7:30 am and had a light breakfast together. They were planning to take in some light snorkeling in the clear lagoon that day when the heat of the day was upon them. As they had every other day, they were all wearing their swimwear as they went about getting ready to go snorkeling later. DJ was getting the equipment down to the beach, and was headed up to use the outdoor port-a-potty. Marsha was taking a quick shower in the outdoor shower hut that was about 30 yards from the port-a-potty. Brad was still in the beach house trying to hear the forecast for the day. The storm hit completely without warning. It was sunny and nice one moment and the next it had turned nearly pitch black out! DJ didn't like the look of it, and was thinking that it didn't look much like they'd be snorkeling that day. As DJ approached the outdoor port-a-potty, a HUGE gust of wind hit. It pushed the outdoor structure over, and DJ looked up just in time to see it coming down on him. He turned his back and tried to duck, but the large plastic enclosure hit his squarely in the back of the head and neck, knocking him hard to the ground, semi-unconscious! "AAAAH!" DJ let out an anguished cry as it hit him. Marsha had finished up her shower and just gotten into her bikini as she heard the wind pick up. As she was walking out of the shower she witnessed DJ's accident. "Oh my GOD!" she shouted and ran out of the shower toward Dejuanne. The wind actually picked up at that exact moment, knocking the beautiful blonde mother squarely on her back. The wind was coming in off the ocean in strong, swooping gusts. The wind picked up the port-a-potty itself, lifting it into the air. Dejuanne was starting to come to a little bit, he heard his mother scream, and was trying to get up to see what was happening and instinctively he was trying to move toward her to help her. As he was struggling to his knees, the port-a-potty dumped all over him, and struck him hard, again, on the top of his head, rendering him completely unconscious for the second time as well as covered -- from head to toe- in vile, stench filled shit. The wind howled on for another fifteen minutes. Throwing sand in Marsha's face the entire time she struggled to get to her son. In the meantime, Brad had run out the door and was also trying in vain to get to his wife and son. The hurricane-strength winds battered them hard though, preventing them from moving much at all. However, not a drop of rain ever fell, and as quickly as the storm came upon them, it was temporarily gone. Marsha made it to her son first. He was still mostly unconscious, laying face down on the sand, moaning a bit. As she approached him, calling out his name, he raised his head up and stared at the blond woman approaching him. Marsha did not realize that the blow to Dejuanne's head had caused him a horrible case of temporary amnesia. He was very confused, and thought that he was still back in the orphanage and that the beautiful blonde woman approaching him was here to punish him again for playing outside too loudly. He made up his mind as she approached that she would not make him go in and stand in the closet for hours again, he simply would not allow it. As Marsha approached, she noticed a couple of things right away. First, his eyes looked extremely red and confused. Second, he was completely covered in the vilest smelling shit she had ever come in contact with! About that time Brad came running up. "Are you guys OK?" he asked. "I think Dejuanne was hurt! He was hit on the head a couple of times," replied Marsha. "Honey, are you OK?" the young mother asked, reaching out to try to grasp her son's hands. Dejuanne, jerked his hands away and started to try backing away from her. Brad also tried to reach out to him, and got similar results. Dejuanne sat squarely down and folded his arms as if to tell them that he was not about to go anywhere. "We've got to get him cleaned up a bit and get him to a doctor," Marsha said to Brad. "Yeah, but we should probably try to get some of this stuff off of him out here. That stuff is really nasty," replied Brad. Brad and Marsha decided that they would get him in the outdoor beach shower and clean him up at least a little bit before they could take him inside and call for help. As Brad tried to get Dejuanne to his feet, DJ began to struggle and Brad was having a very hard time keeping him under control as DJ was much bigger and in better physical condition than Brad had ever been in. Sensing that there was no way on earth they were going to be able to get DJ moved 100 yards to the shower, Marsha said, "Maybe it would be better if I brought a bucket of soap and water over and we can wash him down a bit right here?" "Definitely a good idea," Brad nodded in agreement as he struggled simply to hold Dejuanne in one place. Marsha went and got a bucket of warm soapy water and a washcloth. As she returned, she looked over her son. He was wearing only his swimming trunks, and the vile excrement was in his hair, on his chest, stomach, all over his swimming trunks and all down his legs. In short, the kid was covered with shit. Marsha suddenly realized she was going to have to get the vile-covered trunks off of DJ and scrub him from head to toe before taking him inside, or the beautiful white carpet in their beach house would surely be ruined. And she also knew that she would have to act quickly, as Brad would not be able to restrain their upset son for very long. Marsha quickly grabbed Dejuanne's swimming trunks on each side and pulled them down to the ground in one fast motion. A bit surprised by this, Dejuanne kicked the trunks into the air, and they flew roughly 10 yards, landing on the sandy beach. He looked at his mother with his confused, red eyes as if to say, "I'm still not going anywhere!" As Marsha quickly surveyed her naked son, she couldn't help but allow her eyes to be drawn again to his amazing equipment. As before, his flaccid cock hung midway down his powerful thighs, incredibly thick as ever. This was the first time Brad had ever seen the recently developed teen without any clothes on, and he was equally as impressed as his wife at the spectacle that hung before their eyes. Suddenly, Brad was reminded of his own smaller than average penis, and felt ashamed and inferior as he looked up into his wife's eyes which were drawn to the large black cock like a magnet. Marsha looked up into her husband's eyes, and they held each other's gaze for just a moment. During that instant, a brief exchange occurred. It was as though they were carrying on a mental conversation, saying, "Do you see his incredible cock?" "Yes, can you believe it?" "No!" Brad could instantly read in Marsha's eyes, "Yes, I know it is huge. Yes, I know your cock...or penis...is nothing compared to it. But yes, I still love you. I just wish your cock was bigger and I pretty much always have." This whole exchange happened in a fraction of a second. So much meaning was exchanged between the two, but Marsha also realized that now was a time for action, because her only son was hurting. Standing there without a stitch of clothing on should make it easy to give him a good scrubbing, she thought, and he desperately needed it. Marsha started with his hands and face but was getting more water on herself because Dejuanne was still confused, frightened, and struggling. When she tried to wash his hands, he would jerk them roughly away from her. She would attempt to grab them again, and he would pull them away again. By the time she started to wash his face, both Brad and Marsha were equally as wet as Dejuanne from the struggling and flailing around he was doing. Marsha used one hand to try to help Brad hold DJ's strong right hand back as she tried to wash his face and hair, and the jerking and pulling caused Marsha's bikini top to keep slipping. Though she continually kept pulling it back into place eventually, it slipped completely down below her impressive breasts. Marsha realized at this point that she didn't have three hands. If she was ever going to get this done, she was going to have to put modesty on the back burner for the time being. Besides, as soon as her massive tits came into view, DJ suddenly stopped fighting as hard, as he stared down at his mother's impressive tits. Brad couldn't blame the kid either. It was rather exciting watching her large breasts bouncing around as she was washing him. Dejuanne, on the other hand, was still very confused, and had no idea this woman was his mother. He imagined that he was in one of his sexy wet dreams, and this beautiful woman was a teacher of his who had finally gotten naked in front of him. Marsha was now totally naked from the waist up in front of her son. She decided that it probably wasn't all that important with the shape that Dejuanne was in. She imagined that he probably wouldn't even remember seeing her tits after he recovered from all of this. He was obviously confused and having some sort of memory lapse. Next Marsha started washing his hair, neck and back. The hair and neck went fine but when she reached around to start washing his back her bare tit came very close to his mouth. Dejuanne pulled one arm free, lunged forward, wrapped his arm around her waist and started sucking on his mother's right tit. This took Brad and Marsha so much by surprise that Dejuanne had almost half a minute to suck on her tit before either of them did much of anything. Marsha couldn't prevent some sounds from escaping her mouth, "Uhh... ohhh... ohhh... oh my God..." as his tongue kept licking her nipple and he sucked it into his mouth enthusiastically. Marsha finally broke free from her son. As his mouth separated from her now swollen and erect nipple, there was a slight popping sound. It was such an odd and surprising moment that both Brad and Marsha started laughing. Neither of them had expected him to react like that, and they really didn't know what else to do besides laugh. At least they knew he wasn't dead! Marsha resumed washing his chest and stomach when suddenly he broke free again with both hands and grabbed her left tit and started sucking on it! The confused mother looked down at him as he continued to suck on her tit while she tried to break him free. However, he was so much bigger and stronger than her that she realized she would not be able to accomplish both things - cleaning him up AND keeping him away from her tits. "Mmmmmm...oh my...Brad, I'm going to ...aaaahh... just try to get this done, see what you can do to get him ...ooohhh...to stop doing that, and I'll just try to get him clean so we can get him inside." Marsha finally managed to say as she gave up trying to pull the eager young man from her rock hard nipple as she continued to wash Dejuanne, leaving the task of pulling him off her tit soley to Brad. It quickly became apparent that the young mother was having a hard time concentrating, as she would stop washing him to regain her composure and then try to resume washing him again. At last she was able to complete washing his chest and Brad was finally able to get enough control over Dejuanne to get him release Marsha's tit. Again As he let go, there was a bit of a popping sound, and Marsha's long, hard, pointed nipple came back into view. Again, Brad and Marsha exchanged mental telepathy: "Man Marsha, your nipples look like you are really aroused!" "Well, what do you expect with me having to stare a that huge cock, then have a young stud suck on my ultra-sensitive nipples? The ones that you know very well can cause me to have an orgasm simply by being sucked?!?" Marsha next started washing his feet and legs and working her way up. Dejuanne's cock was getting bigger and bigger and now was sticking straight up as he had gotten as hard as a rock. Brad realized that his adopted son's cock had to be at least a foot long and as big around as Marsha's wrist. Marsha would steal little looks at it as she continued to wash his legs. Though she had seen it before, being this close to it again just reminded her of how amazingly large it truly was. And, there was no getting around it, when she took his trunks off, as he was moving around, the excrement got all over his cock & in his pubic hair. She was going to have to wash that as well! "Mmmmm..." thought Marsha, I wonder if he will shoot as soon as I wash it?" she wondered, remembering when she tried to show him how to masturbate. As she worked her way up his legs she got to the point where she had to wash his cock and balls. Marsha took a deep breath as she started rubbing between his legs and cupped his huge balls. Last time she had seem him, she had not noticed how truly large his testicles were as well (probably because I had been so entranced by his huge dick, she thought). She then took his cock in her hand with the washcloth as she started to work her way up to the head. She gasped as she remembered that she could not get all the way around it with her hand. She slowly worked the cloth up and down his cock to get all of it clean. She seemed to take an extra amount of time on his cock to make sure that it was clean. The whole time she could not take her eyes off of it as she worked her hand up and down. Her hand seemed to be trembling, as she made sure that it was good and clean. Dejuanne was not saying a word though it seemed like he did not like the bath at all. He was fighting Brad for all he was worth and he was having a very hard time keeping him under control. As Marsha was finishing up washing his legs, Dejuanne broke free from Brad and made Marsha fall backward. Marsha was on her knees and as she landed on her back her legs went straight up into the air. That was the opening that Dejuanne needed as he was able to get his head in between Marsha's legs, pull the thin bikini crotch to one side, and put his tongue right on her cunt. Marsha tried to move away, but Dejuanne held her in an iron grip. He started licking her slot up and down and pushing as much of his tongue into her as he could. As Marsha tried to right herself she realized that the more she moved the more she was pushing her cunt into his face. Dejuanne's tongue was going deeper and deeper as he was thoroughly licking her out. With his head between her legs it was impossible for her to break free from him. Brad could see that Marsha was having a hard time fighting and the longer that Dejuanne was between her legs the more she seemed to be losing her will to fight. Brad could hear little whimpers coming out of Marsha's mouth as Dejuanne continued to lick and suck on her pussy. He had found her clit and was flicking it with his tongue and then taking big long licks the length of her slit. Marsha started sighing and saying "DJ, pleeeease -stooooooop honey." She then raised her butt up and Brad knew that she was cumming and cumming hard. Though Brad was trying to pull Dejuanne off, he was having no luck at all. Dejuanne took his right arm and swung it around and hit Brad right in the middle of the chest. This knocked him backwards, causing him to land directly on his butt. Dejuanne used this time to raise up with Marsha's legs on his shoulders and start pushing his rather large cock into her. This really upset Marsha, and she redoubled her efforts to try to pull away from her son. Dejuanne held firmly onto her though, not letting her get away. However, due to her struggling, he was only able to penetrate her with the large head of his penis. As the head went in, Marsha was in mid-sentence, "DJ, Pleee...Oh my God honey, you are so big! Please baby, you shouldn't be doing this to me. Honey, I'm your mother. You aren't allowed to make love to your mother," pleaded Marsha to the excited youth who was on top of her, trying desperately to mount her. Brad and Marsha Ch. 03 Not heeding her requests, Dejuanne continued to try to push his large cock into his mother. Brad was still sitting on his butt, right between the couple's legs at their feet, and as he looked up, he had an excellent view of Dejuanne's powerful, foot-long cock as it was being wedged into his wife's tight pussy. It was as though he was watching a virgin having her cherry popped though, since Marsha's pussy was very tight for Dejuanne to fit his large cock into. Having only been fucked by Brad's tiny little penis, it was as though she truly were a virgin, being fucked for the very first time. So far, Dejuanne had only been able to force about the first four inches into his mother's tight little pussy, but he was already deeper than Brad had ever been. And, Oh GOD, the width... He was sliding out and pushing back in as hard as he could but with Marsha still struggling, and very tight, and he could not get it all the way in. He was pulling out almost all the way and then pushing back in again and again. Marsha started saying "DJ honey, this is wrong, Ohhhh, so wrong." "We shouldn't be doing this." "Nooo! Noooo! I can't" "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh Pleaseeeeee!" Pleaded Marsha as Dejuanne continued to pump the top portion of his large cock into his mother. As this was going on, Marsha reached around behind Dejuanne to where the basin had hit him in the back of the neck. She started to gently message the spot where she was certain he had been hurt. She was still worried about how badly he had been hurt. He was her son, and she loved him, in spite of the fact that he had somehow gone out of his mind, and was attempting to violate her. However, as she did this something interesting occurred. The dark red around Dejuanne's eyes started to fade a bit. Also his face began to soften a bit, returning to it's normal state. As this was happening, he pushed forward again, this time burying about nine inches of hard cock into his mother. "OH my God...so full..." cried Marsha, as she felt the most wonderful and powerful penetration of her life occurring. In spite of herself, Marsha felt herself involuntarily spread her legs all the way open, and push herself up to meet the invading member. Never in her life had she ever felt so completely full. "Mom?" DJ asked, beginning to come out of his confusion. Suddenly Marsha felt herself desperately needing release before this moment ended. Hoping nobody would notice, she herself began pumping her ass up and down underneath Dejuanne, causing 3-9 inches to penetrate her as she pumped. This allowed her to feel a great deal of friction -- more than she was used to feeling during intercourse, and she could feel herself immediately start a huge orgasm. "What's going on? What am I doing mom?" asked Dejuanne as he came more out of the confusion he had been in and started to become himself again. Now he was both concerned for his mother and excited by what he was seeing beneath him. "It's OK DJ, you were confused honey." His mother managed to say. Masking the excitement in her voice, trying to hide it both from Dejuanne and her husband. She had just had the best cum of her life though, and she just loved it. From Brad's vantagepoint, he had an excellent view of everything that was happening. It was as though he had a front row seat to the most erotic and HOT porno flick ever. For a moment he forgot who these people were, and saw only before him, an amazingly hung young black stud teasing a hot young blonde with his massive cock! In spite of himself, as DJ was pumping his magnificent cock into his lovely young wife, he found himself becoming more aroused than he had ever been in his life. His own tiny cock immediately sprung to erection, and as the other two were completely occupied, they didn't notice when he slid his hand into his own swim trunks and started to quietly stroke his own cock. It made him a little nervous when DJ started coming out of his confusion, and he almost stopped when he noticed that his wife was suddenly pumping her ass up -- fucking the huge cock that was on top of her! "She's actually liking having that huge cock in her tight little pussy," thought Brad to himself as he immediately started masturbating again. Almost the entire cock would come back into view, then 3/4 of it would disappear back into his wife's pussy as she fucked herself, though only for a few strokes, on DJ's hard cock. Brad couldn't resist looking down at his own hard cock for just one second. It was tiny, but it was rock hard. Brad realized that his whole cock was probably just about the exact same size as the head on his son's cock -- and only a fraction of the diameter. Brad spit on his hand, providing some lubrication, and really started playing with himself now. Nobody seemed to notice, they were pretty preoccupied at that moment. As Marsha performed a couple last pumps (as many as she dared now that DJ was coming around), Brad noticed something amazing. Her labia and thighs were soaked. He looked closely at his wife's pussy where Dejuanne's cock was ¾ of the way in her. Suddenly Brad noticed that there was a bit of fluid running out of Marsha's pussy, flowing down the visible part of the Dejuanne's shaft until it dripped off his balls. "That hot little bitch orgasmed!" thought Brad to himself with a quiet smile. That was all it took for him, he pulled his swim suit down to the side and shot the biggest load he had ever produced into the sand. He actually shot 2 full strands of cum! "MMMmm" he moaned quietly to himself, never taking his eyes off of the couple directly in front of him. With the aid of his mother cream as a lubricant, DJ now had nearly 10 inches in his mother pussy as she continued to gently rock her ass back and forth as she gently reassured him that everything was OK. Suddenly DJ urgently looked up into his mother's eyes. "I'm going to go mom," he said with fear in his voice. "Pull it out quickly honey!" answered Marsha as she quickly realized that she stopped taking birth control years ago when she realized that Brad only had slow swimmers and the likelihood of her getting pregnant was extremely remote. The boy immediately complied with his mother's wishes, pulling his swollen and angry member from his mother's warm and wonderfully inviting pussy. Marsha immediately felt a sense of loss at having the huge cock no longer buried deep inside her. She almost felt herself beginning to cry, but this emotion was pretty short lived. As the last time Marsha had seen him, DJ had a tremendous orgasm. The first wad of sperm landed directly on her head. It stretched down from her forehead, across her nose, down her lips, to her chin! "AHHH!" she cried, immediately tasting that familiar/wonderful taste of her son's cum. They could not have repeated this again if they tried another thousand times, but as soon as her mouth opened to let that syllable out, the second wad of cum landed exactly in her mouth, completely filling it, and making her choke. She had to start swallowing the cum, or she literally would have choked on it. It was nearly a full cup of cum, and Marsha absolutely LOVED the taste of it. When the cum hit her tongue she had another orgasm. DJ's next couple of strands hit first her tits, then her tummy. Marsha was in absolute heaven. She took both hands and began rubbing the sperm into her body. She suddenly realized that she had actually scooped some of his cum into her drenched pussy. "Oh my, I hope his swimmers are a little slow too." The answer to this thought would become obvious in the weeks to come. Brad and Marsha Ch. 04 It didn't take long for Marsha to come back to her senses. As both guys stood there watching her rubbing Dejuanne's recent orgasm all over body, she suddenly remembered that she was not alone and everything that had transpired over the last few minutes. "Mom I am so sorry. I have no idea what happened just now!" "I know baby, it was all just an accident. It wasn't you fault, just forget all about it baby. We need to finish getting that nasty stuff cleaned off you and get you inside. We need to get to a doctor and have him look at your head." Marsha explained as she was re-tying her bikini top, and adjusting her large breasts within it. Dejuanne was watching her intently as she got herself back together. "Come on honey, clean this stuff off you, get your trunks on, and we'll head inside. Brad, can you go get the car ready?" asked Marsha. "Ummm...sure, said Brad," again pulling his eyes from his son's still exposed, though now again fully flaccid member. Marsha understood why he was looking. It was truly hypnotic, even when it was completely soft and a mere 7-8 inches long -- and thick -- and amazing. "Control your thoughts Marsha! We've got to get this kid to the doctor and find out if there's any lasting damage done!" Marsha scolded herself, and forced herself to look up toward the cabin and not return to staring at Dejuanne's exposed member. "But mom, where are my trunks?" asked Dejuanne, looking around for them. "There they are!" Marsha replied, pointed to the discarded trunks that Dejuanne had kicked off prior to her washing him. "Damn!" thought Marsha as she accidentally looked at it again. "I have GOT to find a way to get this problem of mine under control. All I can think of is how full I felt when just part of his wonderful cock was inside me." Marsha was pulled out of her thoughts and back to reality as her son ran past her to retrieve his trunks. She couldn't help but stare at his awesome ass as he ran by. "Man, that kid has a butt!" thought Marsha, admiring his muscles as he ran down the beach. Quick as a flash he had retrieved the trunks and put them back on. DJ made it a point to turn around toward his mother as he lifted them on though. He had a feeling she would be watching, and he was starting to come to the realization that his mother actually liked seeing his cock. Sure enough, Marsha stared in awe as Dejuanne lifted the trunks up and over his magnificent cock. As it disappeared from view, Marsha felt that familiar feeling of loss at no longer being able to see it. She would love to simply sit and stare at it all day long. "The car's ready!" said Brad as he ran down the beach to his waiting family. "Let's get this kid to the doctor." Nobody said a word as the family drove the 3 miles to the only hospital on the island. Dejuanne spent the time reflecting on the events that he recalled. He remembered seeing the storm approaching, and the next thing he remembered was being on top of his nearly naked mother, with his cock ¾ of the way inside her! What in the world had led up to that? DJ simply could not recall. He did remember vividly the amazing, velvety, wet, warm, tight feeling of his mother's pussy surrounding his cock. He could also vividly see his nearly naked mother laying on the beach underneath him as he sprayed his seed all over her. One of the blasts went into her mouth! Not only that, but he could tell that she liked it!! She was drinking it down...she never spit one bit of it out! Thinking about this made DJ's cock twitch, and start to become erect again. "I better stop thinking about this" DJ realized. "The last thing I need is another hardon that won't go away." It didn't take long for the doctor to examine Dejuanne and come up with a diagnosis. "You suffered a fairly severe head and neck trauma which led to temporary amnesia. We'll do a quick couple of X-Rays, and that should tell us a bit more. We'll also have to keep our eyes open for symptoms. If there is anymore memory loss or pain, we may need to do a cat-scan," the doctor explained. "We also want to watch out for a concussion! We don't want you going to sleep on us for awhile!" continued the doctor. The Dittro's had all agreed in the car on the way there that they would simply tell the doctor's about the port-a-potty accident, the redness of DJ's eyes, and his temporary loss of memory. The little mishap that occurred as Brad and Marsha were cleaning him up would simply be left out. "I have no idea how we got to where we were when I woke up mom." "It was just something that happened as an accident because you were confused, upset, and things got out of control honey. I think it would be best for all of us though if we simply kept that as a family secret. Nobody meant to do anything wrong, and it isn't anybody's fault, so I say we all just forget about it, and chalk it up to a side-effect of a really bad accident. I'm not angry with you about it, no lasting damage resulted, so let's just forget about it and not bring it up again. Agreed?" "Agreed," said Brad and Dejuanne at the same time. "But I'll never forget it," thought Brad right after they said it. Dejuanne simply smiled at his mother. She was so wonderful. He completely loved and trusted her with all his heart. At that moment, mother and son met eyes and a mental telepathy took place, something like this: "Can you believe what happened mom?" "Yes, and it's OK." "But I was fucking you!" "I know -- it was amazing, and I'll never quite see you in the same light again." "Nor I you!" "I just don't want this to change anything. You guys are both still my best men in the world!" said Marsha. "Yeah, and we both know who's MORE of a man, don't we," thought Brad to himself. That night as Marsha and Brad lay in bed, both of their thoughts returned to the events of the day. "Are you OK baby?" Marsha asked her husband. "Shouldn't it be me asking YOU that?" replied Brad. "Well, I am fine. I wasn't really hurt, and he didn't really get it all the way into me or anything. It just went on for a few moments, he was out of his head, so I refuse to be too overly traumatized by it," said Marsha. "Yeah right! You sure didn't look traumatized as you came all over his huge cock," thought Brad to himself. But he wasn't about to say that to his wife. He wasn't angry about it. It certainly wasn't her fault. And how could he fault her for getting off on it. He had himself, and he simply watched it. "I'm glad you're OK, cause I sure love you, and wouldn't want you to be hurt or upset," said brad as he rolled toward his wife, taking her into his arms. As he looked down at her, he instantly recognized her erect nipples which indicated that she was aroused. "I bet she's thinking about it" thought Brad to himself as he reached out and began to massage her right nipple as he simultaneously began nibbling on her neck. This NEVER failed to get Marsha ready. "Oh my," said Marsha, instantly responding to her husband's touch. She reached down at that moment to touch her husband's cock, and found that he was also completely turned on. Instantly, they both realized that the events of the day had been a turnon for both of them. Their lips met in a rush, immediately kissing passionately and hard. "You're turned on, aren't you Marsha?" asked Brad. "MMMMM..." was her only response. Brad quickly plunged all three hard inches as deep into Marsha's sopping pussy as he could manage. "OOOOOHHHH," was her response to his quick penetration. "It felt good, didn't it?" Brad asked as he began pumping into his aroused spouse. "Oh baby, that's just not right -- " moaned Marsha as her husband hammered her. "It wasn't something you asked for, but since it happened, and can't be changed you might as well admit it -- and be honest -- you got off on it, didn't you?!?" asked Brad as he continue pumping his tiny penis into his wife as hard as he could. "I have to admit, while it was going on I was really helpless to stop it, and seeing it was arousing for me too." Brad admitted to his wife. "Oh my God, I am so glad," panted Marsha as she let out a slight moan as an intense orgasm overtook her. This was the first time Brad had ever made her cum during intercourse, and she was elated about it. "Oh baby, you just made me cum!" Brad let out a similar moan, and shot a T-Spoon full of his own jism into his hot wife. "Was it me that made you cum, or thinking of that big black cock?" thought Brad to himself as he ejaculated into his wife. "Hey, there's always a first time for everything," said Brad to his wife, unable to supress a smile at the fact that, regardless of what she was thinking of, he had actually just made her cum from fucking her. "Yeah, and I have a feeling it won't be a last time either," replied Marsha, smiling back at her husband. Brad and Marsha Ch. 05 Alone Again -- Marsha 'Helps' DJ Again The next uncomfortable time came when the family was faced with Brad's next business trip. Though nobody said anything, they were all a bit apprehensive. Though Dejuanne's head had healed nicely, and there were absolutely no symptoms that indicated an even remote possibility of a repeat of the events that transpired on the beach, this was still in the back of everyone's mind. "Maybe I should post-pone this trip," confided Brad to his wife that night in bed. "You know you can't do that. We are fine and you know it. What happened will never happen again, barring another port-a-potty being lifted into the air and striking DJ really hard in the head -- two times. I would say the probability of that is pretty remote. Wouldn't you?" Brad had to laugh at his wife's wonderful ability to sum things up. She was right, of course. She was always right. She was the best woman in the world, and he loved her more now than he ever had in the past. She was simply the best. Most beautiful. Most intelligent. Most understanding. Simply the best. There was no reason to believe that Dejuanne would become aggressive again. It simply wasn't in the kid's nature. It hadn't been all these years. The only reason he had gotten aggressive that day was because of the head trauma he had suffered. As soon as he recovered from the blow to the head, the aggression stopped. So Brad's trip was on. As was customary on the night before an extended business trip, Brad made love to Marsha that night. For some reason, since the accident, their sex life had taken on a whole new charge! Both Brad and Marsha often found themselves thinking of the incident on the beach quite often. For some reason, every time Brad made love to Marsha, when he first started to penetrate her, he would think back to that day on the beach -- the show he was watching between their legs, as Dejuanne penetrated several inches of his incredible cock into his mother. And while they were fucking, Brad would think of Marsha's cum covering their son's massive cock. Brad had to save this thought for toward the end of their lovemaking, as it always made him have an intense orgasm as soon as the mental image entered his mind's eye. Marsha wasn't really much better. Each time Brad would make love to her, Marsha would close her eyes and imagine Dejuann'es immense cock. Granted, there was really no comparison between Brad and DJ's cocks though. When Brad entered her, she could barely even feel his tiny little penis. But her imagination, coupled with her stimulating her clit with her hand while they fucked -- thinking of DJ's cock...the sight of it in her hand as she was washing him, then the feel of it, as he slowly began to penetrate her. Normally by the time she imagined DJ showering her in his amazing amount of cum, Marsha had entered her own earth-shattering orgasm. And of course, this was good for Brad's ego. Never before had his wife been able to cum during love-making. Now she did almost everytime! All this imagining for both Brad and Marsha gave the illusion to each partner that they were doing a really good job in bed. Brad couldn't remember Marsha EVER cumming while he fucked her. These days she seemed to cum at the drop of a hat! And tonight was no exception. Brad was starting to wonder if maybe he had just found the right position to give her just the right amount of friction during their lovemaking. After Brad and Marsha each had a wonderful orgasm, Brad slowly pulled out of Marsha and rolled over onto his back with a satisfied smile on his face. Marsha looked over at her resting husband with love in her eyes. She glanced down at his cute little cock and couldn't help but smile. He was so cute. And his little dick -- which was quickly shrinking after having cum -- was also just plain cute! Sure he didn't have a monster cock like DJ, but she still loved him. The next day Brad was off to the airport for his next trip. DJ had a track meet, and Marsha was busy cleaning up around the house. When DJ got back from his track meet, he was very excited. It seemed he had not only won first place in the Avon Invitational, he had also set a new school record that night in the event. He was honored at the track meet and awarded another new metal to pin onto his letterman's jacket. He was already starting to look a bit like a field general from all the metals he had been winning this year. Marsha couldn't help but feel the glowing pride of a parent as DJ recounted the excitement of the event to her. She listened with rapt attention as her son told her how he was able to beat the two best seniors in the district at their best event. After supper, Marsha and DJ retired to the living room to watch a movie for awhile. Though DJ never spoke of the event on the beach to his mother, he thought of it often. There was one thing that continually came back into his mind. Anytime he thought of it, he simply HAD to make himself cum - and quickly -- it drove him wild with desire. As the movie ended, DJ turned to his mother who was seated next to him on the couch. She was wearing a tight red shirt that showed off her perfect tits nicely. "Mom," asked DJ. "Yes?" "Remember that day on the beach?" "Uh-oh." Smiled Marsha at her son "yes." "Oh, Never mind." "No, it's OK honey. Don't be afraid to talk to me about it. It's really OK." "Are you sure? Sometimes it's really hard for me when I think about that day." "Well, as I've told you before, you don't have to feel bad about that day. You weren't yourself because of getting hit so hard on the head." "Yeah I know. It's not so much that...it's just-" "Yes?" "Well, every time I think about it, I get really excited. There are things that happened that make me almost crazy when I think about them! And that was my first time -- ever." "Oh yeah?" smiled Marsha, as she thought about how events from that day did exactly the same thing to her. "Well, though it never should have occurred, I do feel a sense of honor at being the first girl you have ever been with. So tell me, like what events that happened make you so crazy?" "I can't say." "Haven't I always told you that you can tell me anything. Why is this so different?" "Well...I guess you're right. Well, when I think about what you looked like, laying on your back on the beach -- when I was shooting all over you." "Mmmm..." An involuntary moan escaped Marsha's lips. "Whenever I think of that, I immediately get hard," DJ motioned down to his shorts that he was still wearing from the track meet. Marsha could see that they were starting to tent in the front. "And if I think about it much longer, I start to leak, then I just have to rub myself until I go." Marsha felt her panties immediately growing soaked from the idea that her son was also thinking about her, and getting turned on just like she had been doing. She could tell that her nipples were already hard as little pebbles, and when she glanced down, she could clearly see their outline in her shirt. She was pretty sure her arousal was not at all noticed by Dejuanne, still it made her a tad uncomfortable. DJ's voice was already starting to deepen a bit as he spoke, and Marsha could tell he was getting excited both remembering that day, and talking to her about it. Marsha felt a little bit ornery all at once, and decided to egg it on just a little bit. "What exactly about that turns you on so much?" asked Marsha as innocently as she could manage. "Well, I think it was seeing how excited you became when my cum started shooting all over you," answered DJ. As he spoke, Marsha glanced down at his crotch, and could see that he was now rock hard, and that his immense cock was starting to leak pre-cum onto the front of his shorts. His cock was so large that it strained against the front of his shorts to such a degree that his mother could pretty much see every detail of it through the shorts -- down to the power veins that ran down the side of it. Marsha found it difficult to maintain eye contact with DJ as he was talking to her, as she was getting the urge to stare at the front of his shorts as his monster began to stand at attention again. "So that gets you all goin' huh?" smiled Marsha as she playfully reached over and started tickling his ribs in a teasing manner. "HEY!" yelped DJ as he stood up to get away, Marsha felt something large and hard rub across her wrist as he stood. It felt like someone had just brushed a large tree branch against her wrist! Not being able to restrain herself, Marsha began chasing her son across the room. The nimble DJ made a mad dash to the stairs, and left his mother way behind to try to catch up. As Marsha got to the top of the stairs, she realized that DJ was not in site. "DJ?" she called walking into his room looking for him. Suddenly she caught a quick motion from behind her, and her son was on her -- tackling her hard onto his bed, with both of them laughing hysterically as they landed in a tussle. Marsha felt a bit giddy as she felt his huge hardon rubbing across her ass as the two wrestled around on the bed. Marsha immediately going for the tickle-tactic again and DJ just trying to restrain his mothers hands from the maddening tickling. As they rolled around, Marsha pushed her son hard back onto his back. As she did this, his huge/erect cock sprang out of the leg band of his shorts. "Oh my. You better put that thing away before it puts somebody's eye out!" "Hahahaha," laughed Marsha pointing down to her son's cock. DJ immediately blushed and reached for the top of his shorts to try to get his cock put back away. This was just the opening Marsha had been looking for, and she immediately began mercilessly tickling her son again. "HEY!" shouted DJ, letting go of his shorts and trying to get ahold of his mother's hands again. Marsha couldn't help but laugh at her son's predicament. He was totally embarrassed at having his cock exposed to his mother, but every time he tried to put it away, she would unleash a tickle attack. "You better get that big thing put away," laughed Marsha as she tickled her son again. Causing them both to laugh so hard that they were nearly crying. "You must not want me to put it away very badly since you won't leave me alone long enough for me to get it done," laughed DJ. "That's for me to know and you to find out," laughed Marsha as she continued tickling every time DJ tried to put his rock hard member away. "But to be honest, it is very magnificent. I think you are going to make some lucky young lady very happy with it someday. I know, in fact, I speak from a bit of experience!" DJ grabbed his mothers wrists, pulled them together, and attempted to hold them with one of his big hands...as he reached for his cock with his other hand. As he did so, his mother started struggling really hard...to try to break his grip. To try to keep his hold, DJ pulled the hand he was holding his mothers with up to his other hand, and hence, to his cock. Marsha felt the back of her hand brush against DJ's hard cock meat. She couldn't resist, she reached her hand out a bit and let it brush against DJ's hard cock a bit more. DJ immediately let her hands go. And she started tickling him again. He grabbed her hands, and this time pulled both of them back down to his crotch to get a better hold on them. Again, Marsha 'accidentally' brushed the back of her hand against his hard cock. DJ was getting really turned on. "Mom..." "Yes?" "Would it be terrible if I asked you if I could cum like that again?" "What do you mean?" "Would you let me shoot on you like that again? I'm really horny again, and need to cum really bad." "Honey, I can leave the room and let you take care of your friend," smiled Marsha as she looked down at Dejuanne's rock hard cock. "But it was so much more exciting shooting on you -- having you look at me while I did it -- it was so much more exciting that way!" replied DJ as he pulled his shorts and underwear down to the middle of his thighs, sitting straight up on the bed onto his knees in front of his mother. "Oh I don't know honey," replied Marsha, though her eyes were completely glued to her son's hard cock as it waved before her face. It was almost hypnotic. "Pleeease..." begged DJ as he started rubbing it right in front of her eyes. "If I don't cum it will start to hurt! When I get this excited if I don't make it cum it will get really sore," begged DJ. "Yes, it's ok that you make it cum honey. I should just leave the room and let you have some pri...." The rest of her sentence was cut short as DJ inched closer to her on the bed and rubbed the head of his cock onto her lips. The strong masculine smell of her son's awesome cock overtook her senses. Marsha felt herself coming very close to another orgasm. Acting completely on impulse before she could stop herself, Marsha opened her mouth a bit and allowed the head of her son's cock to disappear into her warm & wet mouth. "Oh my God mom, please keep doing that for me. Don't stop." These words from DJ brought Marsha back out of her trance. "Oh DJ, I am so sorry. I should never have done that," answered Marsha, still staring at DJ's hard cock -- unable to take her eyes off of it. "Please mom, just do it a little bit more," begged DJ. Suddenly Marsha felt that orneriness return, and she smiled up at DJ from at his cock. "What do you want me to do?" "Oh please just suck it a little bit more." Marsha suddenly found herself unable to resist sucking her sons cock a little bit. No matter how hard she tried, she could only get the head and the first couple of inches into her mouth. Suddenly the realization of what she was doing hit her though. She took her sons cock from her mouth and said, "DJ, I really can't be doing this. It's not right." "OK mom...but will you at least let me do one thing?" "What's that baby?" asked Marsha as her eyes went straight back to the incredible cock right in front of her. "Can I please jack my cum off onto you like I did that day?" DJ asked, and really didn't wait for an answer from his mother -- he got up in front of her face -- with his cock pointing straight at her face -- and started masturbating as fast and hard as Marsha had ever seen. "Oh my God," thought Marsha as she watched her son play with his cock. She desperately wanted to slide her hand up and play with her pussy as she watched, but dared not. Within 30 seconds, DJ let out a howl, grabbed his cock with both hands, and started shooting his cum all over his mother's face. As a reflex, to keep it from getting into her eyes, Marsha grabbed the cock in her mouth again, and started sucking DJ's cum into her belly. This seemed to renew the force of his orgasm. DJ grabbed the back of his mother's head, and started to fuck her face -- hard. "MMMMM.....moaned Marsha onto his cock, as she felt a third and fourth stream burst into her mouth, causing large glops to leak out from her lips and down her chin onto her shirt. Marsha also felt another huge orgasm overtake her. She could honestly cum just looking at her son's big dick! Marsha swallowed as much and as quickly as she could, managing to swallow the majority of DJ's large wad. As he continued coming in her mouth, Marsha felt herself milking the large cock with her mouth, tickling the head with her tongue, trying to suck every drop from her son's balls. DJ just stared down at his mother as she sucked his big cock. Soon, after he was done, and it popped from her lips, he watched her scoop the cum that was on her chin into her mouth, and begin rubbing the cum that was on her shirt into her breasts. Soon Marsha was in the throes of another huge orgasm. "OOOh YES!" screamed Marsha as she came hard. "Did you go too mom?" "Yes baby. Your impressive penis really gets to me I think." Marsha immediately felt the waves of guilt rushing over her as she came down from her orgasm. "DJ, we shouldn't be doing this!" "I'm sorry mom, I just couldn't help it," replied DJ as he looked down at his mother on her knees in front of him. God, she looked so sexy. He could feel the pulse quicken to his cock and it twitched a bit as he stared down at his mom. This action wasn't missed by Marsha either. She found herself staring up the length of DJ's cock as it began to harden right in front of her face again. Marsha knew she had to get out of the room, or she would have to touch it again. "I've got to go to the bathroom DJ. You need to get dressed and get ready for bed." "OK." "Honey, we really can't let this kind of thing happen again. I love your father, and I can't live with myself cheating on him like this." "Are you going to tell him?" asked DJ, half hoping that she would. At least if he knew, maybe DJ could do more things with his mom -- whom he realized he was rather quickly falling in love with. "Oh I couldn't do that, it would totally crush him DJ," said Marsha as she was walking out of the room. "Please just get dressed now." Brad and Marsha Ch. 07a Note to the readers: with the new chapters I am adding to this story, just like the rest of the story, I have another version with pictures added to it. Again, if you would like a copy of the story with pics, just drop me an email! DJ Makes Up His Mind The next day was more busy than usual for Marsha. She had to drop the car off to get the oil changed, get groceries, pick up Brad's dry cleaning, then rush home to try to get dinner ready before Dejuane and Brad got home for the evening. Later that evening, Marsha was working at a frantic pace in the kitchen since she had been out all day running errands. By the time she got home and started on supper, it was already almost five o'clock. When DJ returned home from practice, he heard his mom busily working in the kitchen, and he hurried down to see her. This morning he had to leave the house early for track practice, so he had not seen her since the previous night right after they had fucked. (Yes indeed, they had fucked! It still sounded crazy, awesome, and wonderful all at the same time when he though about it.) In spite of all these emotions, DJ had been worried all day about how his mother might be reacting to what had occurred. DJ made a beeline for the kitchen, finding his mother working frantically on supper. She was wearing a thick and heavy sweater and a pair of blue jeans. As Marsha prepared the evening meal, she had her back turned to DJ as she worked on slicing a stack of vegetables. DJ walked up beside his mother and leaned against the counter next to her. Marsha turned and glanced at him briefly before returning to her vegetables. "Hi mom," said DJ. "Hello," replied Marsha nonchalantly. "Did you get all your errands done today?" he asked. "Uh huh," replied the young blond. "How was track practice?" "Long and tiring!" "Well that's not all bad," replied Marsha, returning her attention to slicing up the green pepper in front of her. She continued working in silence, intentionally avoiding DJ's glances, her face was a bit flushed. DJ decided it was time to press the issue a bit. "So....what do you think about last night?" he asked. Marsha faltered for a moment, almost cutting her finger with the sharp knife in her hand. She paused a moment, collecting her thoughts, then resumed cutting. "DJ, I think the best thing for both of us is to simply forget it ever happened. Pretend it never occurred at all," she said, quietly and deliberately. "Mom, you know as well as I do that we can never do that. We'll NEVER be able to do that now! " Marsha frowned a bit. She had dreaded this moment all day long. She knew she would have to face it, but simply did not feel up to the challenge. "DJ, I think we can if we try, " she replied weekly. "But mom, you don't understand! I don't want to pretend it never happened!" With that, Marsha stopped what she was doing, snapping the knife down hard onto the counter top. She turned fiercely to her son, with her face set firmly. "Now listen DJ," she started. She stopped herself, trying to calm down a bit. She didn't want to be sharp or harsh with her son, she just wanted to make him understand what she had to tell him. "DJ, what happened last night was a terrible mistake. It never should have happened at all. I realize looking back on it now that it was a mistake and it was all my fault for allowing things to go that far. Not only that, but I will never allow it to ever happen again. Not EVER again, do you understand?" she stared fiercely at him. "But MOM - Why? I don't understand?" moaned DJ. "What do you mean WHY?!?' asked Marsha incredulously. "Just what I said! Why?" replied DJ. "DJ, don't play games with me now. I'm tired and not in the mood right now. You know very well why," she hissed. DJ gave him mom a sad look at this point. That look made her wish she had taken a gentler approach with this discussion already. "Mom, I really don't understand. Last night – for me – was like I had died and gone to heaven. It was the best experience of my life." Marsha felt herself blushing a bit at her sons kind words. As he spoke them to her, she realized that she also felt this exact same way, but that feeling that way was all the more dangerous for them. DJ continued, "I loved what happened. And what's more mom, I could tell that YOU liked it too. When we were doing it, I could tell that you came a whole bunch of times." Again Marsha felt herself blushing profusely. "DJ honey, the fact that I had orgasms is really not the point," said Marsha smiling gently at her son. "The problem with what happened between us is that it is not right for a mother and son to love one another like that. Society uses an ugly word to describe what we did last night, do you know what it is?" "Yeah, I've heard of incest before. But mom, I have to be comepletely honest with you –" started DJ. "The fact of the matter is, I absolutely LOVED fucking you mom, and I want to do it again. I want to do it over and over again, it's all I could think about all day long today – how you looked, how you felt, how it felt being all the way inside of you." "Oh my God!" moaned Marsha, as the visions of what her son was recalling became just as real to her in her own mind. "DJ, we simply can't do that," she groaned. "What if your father ever found out?" "Mom, let's face it, if dad would have had what it takes to keep you happy, this probably never would have happened. We both have to admit this mom, we both needed it – and we both WANTED it – and I STILL want it." "Listen DJ, the fact of the matter is that we are not going to..." As his mother began her sentence, DJ took his hand and slid it behind her neck, pulling her face to face with him. Before she was able to get half of the sentence out, DJ took his mouth and clamped it tightly against hers. Just as DJ did this, Marsha's lips opened in complete and utter surprise just as her sons lips completely engulfed hers. Her lips opening allowed DJ to slid his tongue forward, moving it deftly into her mouth. Before the young blond had much time to react, DJ's other hand slid quickly onto his mothers chest where his large hand made contact with her soft yet firm breast. DJ began gently squeezing her breast as she suddenly began struggling weakly against his advances. Marsha felt herself growing angry at this point. She pushed franticly against DJ's muscular chest, and tried to pull her face away from the unexpected kiss. In spite of her anger, Marsha could almost immediately feel her excitement level begin to rise. At the very onset of her son's touches, Marsha could feel her pussy instantly begin to lubricate and ignite as DJ continued to kiss caress his mother – gently, but firmly. Marsha suddenly found herself backed up against the counter she had been working at, with nowhere to escape as DJ's hungry mouth covered her own in a very sweet kiss that was making her swoon a bit. Before Marsha really could figure out what was going on, DJ's hand gently slid from caressing her responding breast down the length of her body, and between her legs. DJ placed his hand over his mothers crotch and cupped it tightly. Marsha suddenly became vaguely aware of a searing blaze of excitement that centered from her pussy, and shot out from there all the way up her spine. Marsha felt herself getting lost in the kiss. She felt herself on the verge of getting carried away again. On the verge of surrendering to her big, strong, handsome, captivating son. On the verge of letting him take her once more. Take her, and do what he would with her.... Then suddenly, she caught herself! This was NOT going to happen again! She was a happily married woman, and she did NOT cheat on her husband - and certainly not with her own flesh and blood son, of all people. Marsha was finally able to pull free from DJ. She twisted roughly away with a grunt, pushed him back away from her with all the strength she could muster, and staggered backwards into the counter behind her. "DJ... Dejuane," she gasped. DJ smiled at his mom. He could see that she was breathing heavily and could also tell from her flushed expression that she was excited again. He was starting to recognize what his mom looked like when she was turned on. "I know, I know," laughed DJ. "Honey, that was plain & simply a dumb thing to do! You KNOW your dad could be home any minute," breathed Marsha. "I know, I know," repeated DJ. "I'll just have to wait..." he grinned at his mom. With that, DJ turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving his mom alone and shivering ever so slightly. Marsha shook her head in disbelief as her son disappeared out of the kitchen. It was definitely scary seeing this change come over him. DJ had always been a shy, quiet boy without a great deal of self-confidence. Marsha seemed to have found a way to bring him out of his shell a bit. Suddenly Marsha got a quick vision in her mind of DJ standing right next to her – totally naked – and totally hard. "Mmmmm," moaned Marsha to herself as she felt her excitement growing again. Suddenly her legs unconsciously opened and closed, gently squeezing her moistening pussy. "Oh my God," said Marsha to herself as she caught her hand just as it was about to reach her groin. "I need to find a way to calm down. How can I calmly deter DJ's budding sex drive if I can't even get my OWN under control?" In the meantime, DJ ran back up to his room to finish up homework before dinner. Just as he was settling in to work on his math, he heard his father's car door shutting. He knew he had a moment as he heard his mother's usual greeting to his father, "Heeeey!! Has my BIG Strong Man come home at last?" DJ had to chuckle a little bit at the way his mom worked to build up his dad's fragile ego. DJ gently and quietly crept into his parent's room. His curiosity had been elevated every since he had caught a glimpse at the envelope when they were preparing for a garage sale a few weeks ago. At that time, when he was helping his mother gather up some clothes for the sale, he had seen the big 8.5 X 11 flat envelope in the back of their closet – hanging from a metal lock box, with black marker writing on it: "PRIVATE". With the recent developments with his mother – DJ absolutely seethed with curiosity to know what was in that envelope. He had his suspicions, and he hoped they would prove true. DJ knew he had at least 15 minutes to investigate. He was very familiar with his father's nightly routine. After greeting Marsha, he would carry the mail into his den downstairs. He would look through the mail, separating the bills from anything for the family from junk mail to be thrown away. He would take the good stuff into his bathroom where he would sit on the toilet, leaf through the mail, then change from his work clothes into jeans and a t shirt for supper. On his way out, he would stop & chat with Marsha for a few more minutes, helping her finish getting supper around (normally just nibbling on the food that was being prepared). DJ crept into his parent's closet without making so much as the slightest sound. He quickly flipped on the light, and hunkered down under the clothes, climbing behind them to the misc. crates, boxes, and trunks stored in the back of their closet. He found it immediately! DJ felt his heart pounding as he removed the envelope from the metal lock box. The envelop wasn't even sealed, so he was able to open it up without revealing that he had been snooping. DJ could immediately tell that there were pictures in the envelope! "YES!" he said to himself as he pulled out a small stack of 8 X 10 pics, some black and white, some in color. The first one on the top almost made DJ laugh out loud. It was an older pic, likely one going all the way back to when his mom & dad were first married. It was a picture of his dad, likely taken by his mom. DJ could tell it was pretty old, because it was when his dad weighed a good 15 – 20 pounds less than he currently did. Brad, his dad, was laying on his back in the middle of the bed, he only had a pair of blue, black, and white stripped bikini undies on. The undies, however, were halfway down, and were being pulled by Brad himself down to reveal Brad's complete erection! Figure 1 – Brad DJ couldn't help but smile as he looked down at his father's skinny little white dick. Now he could understand why his mom had made such a big deal out of it when she saw his big hard black cock. It was pretty obvious to DJ in looking at this pic, he was at least 2 and quite possibly even 3 times as big as his father. And that's not even considering how much bigger around he was too. Looking at this pic convinced DJ all the more that he needed to start helping take care of his mom. She had needs, and even though Brad was a nice enough guy – he simply didn't have what his mom NEEDED. What his mom – Marsha – needed – not just wanted, but NEEDED was his big, hard, black cock. And he was going to supply that to her every chance he got from now on! All he had to do was get her to get past her feelings of guilt. DJ didn't know exactly HOW he would do that, but he new he could and that he would. DJ turned to the next couple of pictures. They were both of his mom, nothing too involved, just her standing around with a naughty looking smile on her face. Figure 2 – Marsha hamming it up for the camera Granted, they weren't too awfully naughty, but DJ could recognize that mischievous glow on his mother's face. Just looking at these pictures made him instantly hard. He flipped to a couple more. One was of Marsha putting on some kind of lotion in the shower, while another was her applying some makeup when she had gotten out of the shower. In both pictures, his mom was completely naked and he could plainly see her awesome tits. DJ held the pictures closer up to his eyes in order to get an even better view of his fabulously built mother. God, he wanted her again – SO BADLY! Figure 3 – Marsha getting ready to go out There were several more pictures just like these of both Brad and his wife. Newlyweds just having fun with each other – taking naked pics just for the fun of it that had long since been forgotten. DJ felt his cock throbbing at the sight of his slightly younger and very much naked mom. He could tell just by looking at her that she was extremely horny in many of the pictures. The woman was in heat – she had just gotten married, and she wanted to be fucked. A LOT. DJ wondered how long it took his mom to figure out that Brad's little cock just wasn't going to do it for her. He still clearly remembered that first night when she accidentally helped him masturbate. He remembered her telling him how his dad had a bit of a small cock and that for the most part, it didn't make her cum when they made love. She also told him that she often would make herself cum! All this information helped DJ put the pieces together for himself. His mom was a very sexual creature – and his dad plain & simply didn't have what it takes to keep her satisfied. DJ had every intention of helping, as he stuffed his parents secret pictures back into their original hiding place. DJ stole one last glance at his dad's skinny little white cock before putting them back and sneaking out of the closet. Just then his dad called from downstairs. "DJ!! Get washed up for supper, it's almost ready!" "Be down in just a second," called DJ as he gathered his homework together, putting it back into his book bag. The entire house always smelled absolutely divine when Marsha cooked. That was one of the many reasons why Brad had fallen head over heals in love with his wife. She was a heck of a cook. Brad always jokingly told her that she cooked so good that if he didn't know better, he would have thought she was a big fat Italian gal - quite the contrary. But she could still cook like there was no tomorrow! DJ already started to feel hungry as he ran down the stairs to meet his parents in the kitchen, as they did nearly every night for supper. As he entered the kitchen, he caught the tail-end of a conversation already in flight. "....does it have to be tonight though? You just got back, and I've hardly gotten to see you at all," complained Marsha. DJ already knew what this was about, there was no need for any background. His father was being called out of town on business again. It happened a few times a month, and there was practically never any kind of advance notice. You would think that Marsha would be used to it by now, but it still bothered her whenever her husband got called out of town. The fact of the matter was, Marsha and Brad very much loved each other, and Marsha did not at all like sharing her husband with the road. She got very lonely when Brad had to leave her. "Now honey, you know as well as I do that I have not control over this what-so-ever," consoled Brad. DJ could see the tears forming in his mothers eyes from across the room. It tore at his heart to see his mom this upset. But at the same time, he was privately dancing with elation in his own mind. With his dad out of the way for awhile, DJ was more than confident that he would be able to more fully complete the transformation of his and his mothers new relationship. He was no longer satisfied with things as they had been. Not even with an occasional amazingly crazy encounter with his mom. He wanted to have her as his full time lover. "Can I help set the table at all mom?" asked DJ. "I have plates out already. If you could get drinks for everyone and put the silverware out that would be wonderful DJ," answered his mom as she continued stirring a pot on the stove. DJ walked up behind his mom and put his arms around her, giving her a strong / solid hug. "It'll be OK mom. Don't worry," confided DJ. Marsha relaxed into her sons strong arms. It felt so comfortable and reassuring that she also laid her head onto his strong chest. Brad just stood in the kitchen smiling at his wife and son. DJ was really growing up, and he really appreciated the comforting words he offered his mother. As mother and son broke their embrace, Brad walked up and hugged his son. "You sure are growing into one big strong man, aren't you son?" Marsha smiled at her husband and son. These were the men in her life, and she fiercely loved them both. The recent accidental sex with DJ had certainly been confusing, but none-the-less, she still loved him so much. She would do anything for him, and she feared what might happen with her husband getting ready to leave for another week. That meant that her and DJ would be all alone in the house...with nobody to hold them accountable to anything. Was she strong enough to keep their relationship pure as it should be? She felt that she absolutely HAD to. DJ certainly wouldn't do it. He was a young man, full of hormones and desires. She was the adult. It was solely up to her to keep their relationship a plutonic mother-son love. As she looked up at him, she suddenly got a vision of what he looked like – completely naked, and totally hard. She shuddered. "Damn, this is going to be so hard," thought Marsha to herself as she finished getting supper onto the table for her men. ********************************************* Bed Time It was time to go to bed. Marsha was exhausted. After fixing supper, seeing off Brad, then cleaning everything up, she was just plain beat. DJ had showered, bushed his teeth, thrown on an old pair of gym shorts, and went looking for his mother to tell her good night. He met her in the hallway between the bathroom and her bedroom. Marsha said goodnight to her son with a kind of quiet and calm wariness. It was obvious that she had already anticipated some kind of an approach from her son. Brad and Marsha Ch. 07a DJ decided he would play the nonchalant role tonight. He would act as though her were not aware of anything at all. He would simply wait for awhile before trying anything. Allow his mom to lull herself into a relaxed state and totally let her guard down. After his mom had retired to her room for close to half an hour, DJ approached her door. He slowly turned the handle, and allowed himself in, gently closing the door behind him. There were no lights on, except for a small night light beside Marsha and Brads bed. It was dark, but not too dark for DJ to see his mother's small white shape sitting up in bed. She was just sitting there, motionless, staring up at DJ through wide eyes. She was trembling. DJ moved toward his mother. "Dejuane – " whispered Marsha, "please just go away," she breathed. "I can't do that right now mom," answered DJ. "I have something for you tonight." With that, he grasped the elastic top of his pajama bottoms and pulled them away from his body. Next, he slid them down his powerfully muscular thighs, kicking them off of his feet. He repeated the same motion with his bikini underwear. After kicking them off, he stood straight up next to his mother's bed à completely naked. Marsha felt as if someone had just sucked all of the air from her body! She let out an audible gasp, then swallowed nervously as she looked up at her sons naked body. The nightlight was bright enough to clearly illuminate his muscular frame as he stood before her. The vision before Marsha reminded her of one of those Greek statues from the museum. Marsha attempted to take another deep breath to calm her nerves. Once again, she swallowed, and she suddenly discovered that her breathing had quickened. "Oh my God he is SO BIG," thought Marsha to herself as her eyes were drawn like magnets to DJ's semi-erect cock. Even before becoming completely erect, his cock looked so fat and heavy and incredible – just hanging there. Marsha reached out a tentative hand, and just lifted the weight of DJ's still flaccid cock. Figure 4 – Marsha marvels again Marsha simply marveled at how thick and heavy DJ's cock was – completely soft! Marsha now found herself face to face with DJ's heavy, flaccid cock. In fact, his cock was directly IN her face. All Marsha seemed to be able to do was stare at it – as if she were completely transfixed! She had been so determined that she would be strong if her son came to her tonight. Now here she was, face to face with his HUGE cock, and she knew that she was completely helpless to prevent DJ from having his way with her. She so wanted to try, but as she stared cross-eyed up his long shaft, she had no idea what to do. DJ, on the other hand, knew EXACTLY what he wanted to do. As his mother sat on the edge of her bed staring absently up at his cock, Dejuane nudged his hips forward slightly, pushing his cock toward his mother's soft lips. As her son's large black cock approached her lips, Marsha felt herself involuntarily part them slowly and ever so slightly, and she drew out her tongue to meet it as it approached, gently tickling it, getting it soaking wet with saliva, and at first contact turning it instantly rock hard. Figure 5 – Maybe Just a Little Taste It was as if she had no control over her own actions whatsoever, as if someone else were in complete control over her actions or something! Marsha felt herself swoon a bit. Perhaps it was the overwhelmingly masculine scent rising up from her son's cock to her nostrils that simply caused her primitive instincts to take over control from her rational mind. Whatever the explanation, Marsha's lips slowly parted and DJ continued to press his cock head gently yet firmly against them. As he advanced, he was forcing his mother's lips wider and wider apart as he slowly penetrated more and more of her mouth with his hard cock. Marsha suddenly heard herself let out an audible moan as DJ's cock head slowly moved forward, invading her mouth. She could already taste his pre-cum, which completely covered the end of his cock. Marsha immediately recognized the taste, a flavor that she secretly hungered for, and began to lick it. The taste of DJ's cum sent a shiver all the way through her body. She suddenly discovered that her right hand had found it's way to her wet pussy, and was already busy tickling her erect clit before she even realized what she was doing! At the same time that she was playing with herself, Marsha found herself sliding her tongue all up and down her son's thick and rigid shaft. As she had learned many years ago from Brad, she payed extra special attention to the area all around the head of his cock. She suddenly had a very strong desire to demonstrate to her son just how good she truly was at sucking cock! Figure 6 – Marsha Sucks DJ Marsha enthusiastically allowed her lips to rub all up and down the large shaft as she stared directly into the eyes of her son. Suddenly her head began to bob forward and backward and she increased her motions. Before she really realized what was happening, she looked down and discovered that her hands had come up and began to slide up and down his muscular thighs. She was taking in his amazing physique by sense of feel. Everything that her mind's eye saw through her fingers, she definitely liked. She continued her look by feel method and moved her hands around to cup and squeeze his muscular ass. "Oh my God, what an amazing ass this kid has! I've never felt anything even remotely like this!" she thought to herself. DJ felt his excitement rise. He definitely had thought his mother was going to put up more of a struggle. Instead, she almost completely willingly began sucking his cock! It was like a wet dream come true! At that point, DJ moved his hand to the back of his mother's head. He interwove his fingers into her tangled hair, forcing and increased roughness to her up and down movements on his shaft. Suddenly the idea of his mother swallowing his cum à right here an now, at this exact moment – completely overcame his imagination. DJ started forcefully pumping his big hard cock into her hungry mouth. Simply put, he was very roughly face fucking his mother. "Unggg, Unggg, Unggg," DJ growled as he deliberately and roughly fucked his mothers face. Marsha suddenly realized that her actions had totally excited her son and that he was now acting on shear animal instinct at this moment. The knowledge that it was HER that had pushed him over the edge into this animal magnetism gave her a surge of adrenaline. She was the cause of his excitement! Up until this moment, Marsha was starting to feel a little bit old – like maybe she was just an old mom. But suddenly, she realized that maybe – just maybe – someone could still find her HOT! These thoughts then pushed Marsha over the edge! She redoubled her efforts of pleasing her son. She took him deeper and deeper into her throat, and wiggled her tongue all around his cock as much as she possibly could with the giant organ so thoroughly stuffed into her mouth! DJ stood straight as a board in front of his mother with both of his hands deeply entwined in the hair on her head. He had a very tight grip, and was pulling quite hard on her hair, assisting her to take his giant cock deep into her mouth and throat. More and more of his mammoth organ disappeared into the young blonde's mouth. At this point, DJ had both eyes shut tight, and was lost in the moment. The young man was simply roughly fucking his mother's face as hard as he could without hurting her. And then, all to quickly à it happened! Far quicker than either Dejuane or his mother would have liked. They were both quite lost in the moment, and enjoying it thoroughly! Just then though, DJ felt his stomach heave, his balls tighten, and his cock spasm! Only recently had DJ begun having orgasms, and each one seemed to be better than the last. However, this one was most definitely the best of his young love life so far. It was nothing short of amazing, the most amazing feeling of his young life as his hot sperm began to simply spray and shoot deep into his mother's warm, wet, open, and very willing mouth. "AAAAAAAAHHHHGH!!!!" shouted Dejuane as his wonderful orgasm completely overtook him. His shout of glee was so loud, it scared his mother to the point of making her jump a bit. She might have completely lost contact with his cock had it not been that DJ held his mother's face tightly to him as he shot wad after wad deeply into her mouth. As the sperm shot from his cock, it immediately began causing Marsha to gag and cough as her mouth filled to overflowing faster than her swallowing could accommodate the huge load being poured down her throat. "Ohhhhh yes!" DJ groaned. "Suck me Mom! Swallow my cum! Drink it for me mom!" DJ then surprised his mother a bit when he pulled away from her, turned her around, and bent her over a nearby nightstand! Next, he pushed her forward a bit, positioning himself directly behind her. DJ then stood behind his mom as she lay bent in front of him and took a moment to simply admire the sight before him. Figure 7 – From Behind His mother was so sexy she could truly be a model for Penthouse or some other magazine. She had a perfectly shaped ass, and he could see her tits hanging down from her chest as she leaned forward onto the night stand. DJ had just cum, but this sight caused his cock to go immediately and completely hard once again. "Mom, you have got the most amazingly gorgeous little ass, " DJ groaned. This night was just one surprise after another for Marsha. DJ had never made any comments like this at all. For his entire life he had always been completely shy and quiet. This was a whole other side of him that she had never seen before, and she found herself blushing at the words she heard him using. DJ wasted no time. He quickly and roughly moved up against his mother, taking his giant prick in his hand and pushing the tip of it against her entrance. This time he slid quickly and easily into her, pushing eight or nine inches of his cock deep into her crotch before she really even knew what was happening. Figure 8 – Sweet Penetration DJ was already far deeper and more penetrated than Brad eve was when he made love to her. The excitement of sucking her son off earlier, and the power she had held over him already had her very stimulated. Now getting this much cock stuffed into her so quickly was pushing her close to the brink already! DJ pulled backward, and then thrust forward once more, making her whimper. This time every inch he had to offer her slid deeply into her belly as she bit down hard, gritting her teeth, to accommodate him without screaming. DJ stood there completely unmoving, his hips pressed to her buttocks, his balls rubbing against her pussy lips, and his cock fully embedded in her tight little pussy. He could feel her pussy throbbing around his cock. He thought he could even feel the beat of her heart through her on his cock. DJ reached his arms around his mother and gripped her tight ass. He reveled in the soft, smooth, silky warmth of Marsha's tight ass. He then moved his hands upward along her back to her shoulders, where he firmly rubbed her just the way he knew she liked to be rubbed on her shoulders. Next he slid his hands down to cup her hanging breasts. He lifted each one, cupping it as if he were weighing them with his hands, and gently kneading her nipples. Marsha smiled up at him, feeling her excitement level grow even more. God, she loved this guy. Next, DJ's hips pulled backward, and two, four, six, then eight inches of cock meat slid out of her wet pussy. DJ held this position for a moment, examining his mother's tight slit wrapped around his big black prick. DJ just stared at the place where their bodies were joined as one. He didn't move. Marsha looked at his face, then followed his eyes to what they were looking at. He was right. It looked nothing short of awesome! Figure 8 – More Sweet Penetration Without warning, DJ then pushed forward, easing his cock back into her. Both DJ and his mother watched as inch after inch disappeared into her tight little bald pussy - until his hips were once again pressing to hers. He continued to slide in and out of her with long, easy strokes. There was no hurry – he was taking his time this time. This was going to be a nice, slow, hard-yet-easy fuck. He was going to show his mom how good he could really be. He wanted to impress her. He wanted to take his time – to make sure she felt everything as good as possible. This was all for her – all to impress her as much as possible. When DJ first started fucking her, she wasn't really doing much of anything. She was really just trying to figure out exactly what was going on and how she felt about it all. Then, as DJ continued to fuck her deep and hard and steadily, she began to feel the rhythm of the fuck. She was already close to cumming before they even began, and the sensation of DJ's large hard cock steadily fucking her was definitely working for the young blonde. As he continued to patiently fuck her, Marsha found herself losing patience! Never had she been able to feel it so well and so completely during intercourse in all of her life! She suddenly found herself bouncing around on the couch and shoving her ass very hard back to meet her sons even and measured strokes. DJ decided it was time to try to impress her even more. "You are really enjoying this aren't you mom? You needed to have a good, hard, stiff cock deep inside you, don't you? " DJ asked. All Marsha could manage was a moan that was little more than a growl. DJ took this as a good sign, and picked up the pace, thrusting into her with increased power and speed. Whatever he was doing, was working for the young blonde, and working very well. Marsha let out a long garbled moan as her son continued the long, hard, deliberate strokes into her aching pussy. DJ then took his hand and slid it down beneath her belly and between her legs. He pushed against her extended clit, holding it firmly against his hard prick as he pumped into her. That was pretty much it for Marsha! She could hear herself gurgling incoherently in pleasure as she came à and came very hard. Her entire body shook against DJ as he kept pumping into her and pressing her clit against his hard cock as he fucked and fucked her. She slowly came down from her orgasm. Her breathing slowed, and she pushed up on her hands again, grinding her ass back onto her son's cock. "DJ, Fuck me! Fuck me more! Fuck me faster and harder! Don't stop baby! " she gasped. Not to disappoint his mother, DJ moved his hands up onto her shoulders and he began to seriously fuck her even harder. He began pounding into her tight pussy with every once of strength he possesed. Marsha's ass trembled and bounced as DJ's hard thighs slapped into it as he jammed his hard cock into her over and over again, causing her to scream and moan with pleasure. Once again, Marsha crossed over the edge! This time she cried out in pleasure and her tight little pussy erupted all around DJ's hard cock. This was all it took for DJ. Feeling his mom cum all over his cock for the 2nd time pushed him over the edge. He shoved his hard cock all the way deeply inside of Marsha and began pouring his hot and potent seed deep inside her pussy. Though it was his second cum in just a few moments, he still completely overflowed his mother's pussy to the point where it began pouring out of her and dribbling down her ass cheeks to form a large puddle onto her bed. Afterward they had both cum hard, they collapsed together in middle of the bed – panting, sweating, but laughing and smiling at one another. DJ looked up at his mother, smiling. "I was hoping that we could start to do this a little bit more often." Marsha felt so complete and happy, yet she was still pretty confused. "I guess we'll just have to see," she answered in a non-committing way. "Yeah, we will," thought DJ to himself. Brad and Marsha Ch. 08 The next day DJ again had track practice after school. He decided to himself, on the way home, that he was going to convince his mom – with no uncertain doubts – that they should become lovers. He knew that it was time to stop playing games. He wanted her – and not just occasionally. Now that he had sampled her charms a few times, he was completely hooked. He felt the desire growing within him on the way home. Today was the day. As DJ entered the house, he called out for his mother, "Mooooom." Marsha was upstairs changing the sheets on her bed when she heard him. She walked out to the top of the landing of the stairs and answered, "I'm up here DJ." DJ saw his mom and headed toward her, almost at a full run. His approach was so deliberate that it almost scared Marsha. He moved toward the stairs and began taking them two and three at a time, reaching the top in just a couple of seconds. Marsha was wearing DJ's football jersey and a pair of shorts as she worked around the house today. DJ approached her quickly and with a determination that again, almost scared his mom a bit. He walked directly up to her. "What..." she started to ask. His direct movements interrupted her as his hands seized the bottom of the jersey and tore it upwards, pulling it right up over her head and throwing it off as she yelped in surprise. Since she was just cleaning up around the house, Marsha hadn't worn a bra today, so she was now completely naked from the waist up. He next grabbed her shorts roughly with both hands, tearing them down her body, taking her panties down right along with them. "Dejuane!" she cried out in shock and surprise. Nobody had ever approached her in such a rough fashion, and it was completely taking her off guard. He wasted no time on explanations. He jerked her to the floor right there in hallway and fell on top of her. "No... no... Not here! Dejuane!" He wasn't listening. In fact, it was as if he were in a whole other dimension! His eyes were filled with lust as he stared his mother directly in the eye and at the same time tore his bulging cock out of his pants. Without any hesitation he next drove his hard cock deep into his mothers pussy with one quick and ferocious lunge! Marsha let out a bit of a scream, then a yelp, followed by a gasp at the unexpected and somewhat rough penetration. DJ was not asking for permission today though. He forced his mother to the floor without any questions and began hammering his cock in and out of her with a forceful fury that knocked the wind right out of Marsha. DJ didn't care. He didn't care if it was what his mother wanted. He didn't care if his father would happen to come home and catch them. He didn't care if the mailman knew. Nothing mattered but the fact that he wanted his mother – and simply HAD to have her NOW! He continued to ram his prick both all the way into, then all the way out of his mother's tight pussy. He could already feel her insides begin to moisten to accommodate his penetration. DJs hands held his mothers wrists apart on the floor above her head as he stared directly into her eyes as he took her. This was DJ's way of letting his mother know that their relationship had now forever changed. He would no longer timidly beg for her affections. Those days were now over. When he wanted her – he would TAKE her. The whole encounter was amazingly exciting for DJ – and, much to Marsha's surprise, to her as well! Before they had hardly even begun, DJ and Marsha could both feel his large load of hot cum spew from his huge prick deep into her belly. In spite of this, DJ just kept pumping his hard cock deep into his mother. His rock hard cock was now pistoning in and out of his mother with amazingly irresistible force. Once again, both mother and son felt DJ cum yet again, spraying even more of his hot seed into her. Again, DJ just kept pumping without pause into his beautiful blond mother. Before too long, DJ's stamina once again won out, as it had since the very beginning of their relationship as lovers. DJ soon felt his mother's body begin to shake and grind beneath him. He decided to encourage her, "CUM Now!" he shouted as he fucked even harder into his mother. "Cum Now, my horny little bitch! My sexy little fucking slut, cum for me!" DJ growled down to his again surprised mom. The surprises from DJ just never seemed to cease! DJ continued to jam his hard prick deep inside of her. He released his tight grip on her wrists, dropping his hands under his mother to cup and squeeze her buttocks. Marsha was so completely overwhelmed by the sudden attack. At first all she was able to do was try and ease her cunt muscles so it wouldn't hurt too much as he shoved his incredibly large cock deep inside her. She still was far more accustomed to Brad's skinny little cock than the monstrosity that DJ possessed! It didn't really take all that long, however, for Marsha's body to heat up rather quickly though. Before very much time at all, Marsha was pretty much in ecstasy herself! When DJ came the final time, Marsha felt her body shivering and trembling under the hot steamy heat of it all. She felt herself exploding right along with him in a mind-blowing orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced in her entire life! Her man was taking her, and that was all there was to it. It now became very apparent to both of them, Marsha now belonged completely to DJ – mind, spirit, and body. "Oh my God that was amazing," said Marsha as she looked up into her sons eyes with love and admiration. "I love you mom," replied DJ. "I love you too baby," replied Marsha. She felt so fulfilled. So complete. So happy. She just had no idea what was going to happen with Brad in the future. Would they actually be able to keep this situation a secret? DJ seemed to sense exactly what was on her mind. "Are we going to tell him?" "DJ, I really don't want to. I still love your father very much, and don't want to hurt him at all." "I don't really see that as much of a problem mom. We don't have to tell him. I'm really not jealous of him at all, I can share a little bit. Especially since I know that it's really ME that makes you cum and turns you on." Marsha felt herself completely blush at this comment. However, she couldn't argue with him on this point, he was completely one hundred percent correct. "You're right DJ, that is very true. At the same time, I am married to Brad, and I think that...." "Oh I have no problem with you fucking him," answered DJ, again completely predicting her train of thought. "I know his little cock really isn't much competition, so it's really not going to get me jealous. When you fuck him, it'll be more out of something that you have to do – since you're married and all. When you fuck me, it'll be because you WANT to." Marsha couldn't help but marvel at DJ's powers of perception. It was as if he looked into her very soul, read what she didn't even fully realize was there, and put it into a pretty blunt choice of words. "I'd really just like to avoid hurting him though," said Marsha. "I completely agree mom. I don't want to hurt him either. That's why I totally agree that we can keep our new relationship a secret. That is, as long as I can have you pretty much everyday." Marsha shivered at the idea. She could certainly get used to cumming this hard every single day! DJ could read these exact thoughts in her eyes. "You know something else," started Marsha. "What?" "Your father travels a LOT!" "Yeah, he does," smiled DJ. "And what's more, I believe he's going to be gone for like a whole week on this trip, right?" "Ummmm....something like that. Do you think you can finish up where you just left off?" "What do you think?" asked DJ, as he lifted his mother up into his arms and carried her easily into her bedroom, gently placing her onto the bed. This was going to be the start of something fantastic! Brad and Marsha Ch. 09 That night, for the first time ever, Marsha and DJ slept in the same bed together. DJ was so exhausted from the marathon sex him and Marsha had shared that he fell deep asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, and was pretty much out for the entire night. Marsha lay in bed thinking about everything for quite some time. Sleep was slow coming for her. As she stared at her son, sleeping soundly next to her, one thought continued to ring clear in her mind. She loved him. She'd do anything for him. She had tried hard to resist what had happened between them, but there was no turning back now. And, she could certainly sense DJ's resolve. He no longer wanted their relationship to be plutonic. He wanted her as a lover. The mere thought of him having this desire for her sent shivers of desire down her spine as she lay so close to her Greek God, and felt his hard body next to hers. Marsha knew that this was what DJ wanted. What's more, she knew that in the future, she would be completely powerless to prevent this from happening all over again. She and DJ were now lovers. She might as well face that fact. After coming to grips with all of this, Marsha snuggled up next to DJ. As he lay there sleeping, she just couldn't resist reaching her hand down and touching his amazing cock again. She might still have some feelings of guilt, but – DAMN. Guilt or not, she was going to like getting fucked by that amazing cock! This line of thinking made Marsha chuckle a little bit to herself. She knew her son was tired, so rather than getting him worked up again, she reluctantly took her hand from his amazing cock and allowed him to sleep. She knew they had all the time in the future that they could possibly want for sex. Now she would just allow him to rest. Marsha lay her head on DJ's chest, and for the first time that entire day relaxed. Within moments, she was asleep. ***** The next morning when the alarm clock went off, both DJ and Marsha were lying, face to face, holding each other on Marsha's bed. "Good morning, beautiful," smiled DJ, feeling wonderful that the first sight he should wake up to this morning was the vision of his beautiful mother! "How lucky can a guy possible be?" DJ reflected to himself as he stared, mesmerized at Marsha's beauty. "Good morning yourself handsome," answered Marsha, as she leaned forward, and they shared an intimate kiss before getting up and getting ready to start their day. Today was the day! DJ was very excited because tonight was the night of the big track meet! DJ had been training and racing hard in the mile run all year long. Tonight their school was competing against a key rival in their conference, and DJ would be facing racers that he had never before beaten. He knew he had been training very hard in preparation for tonight, and DJ knew he had a very good chance of winning, or at least showing everyone what he was capable of, in his event tonight. "Hey mom, do you think it would be a problem if my friend Jason Brown would spend the night tonight?" asked DJ. The oddness of the situation was not entirely lost on Marsha. It was weird, having her new lover, who she just got done sharing an intimate kiss with, also asking her if he could have friends spend the night! This whole new life was going to take some getting used to. Selfishly, Marsha thought for a moment, "Damn, guess I won't be getting any action tonight!" The thought almost made her laugh out loud. Even though it was a funny thought, at the same time, it was also almost a serious thought of the young blonde's. Brad was out of town, and this was an excellent time for her and DJ to have time alone together. If he had someone over, it would certainly cut into their alone time. At the same time, Marsha had to remind herself that her son was a young man! Both DJ and his friend Jason had just recently turned '18', so she had to keep this in mind as she considered how to proceed as well. "Sure DJ. Jason's such a nice kid, I think it would be wonderful if he came and visited and spent the night with you tonight," answered Marsha. "Tonight's my big race mom. I really wish you could be there to watch," lamented DJ. "Oh no, here we go again," thought Marsha to herself. The fact that she was going to have to miss this race had actually been a pretty big deal. She HATED the fact that she was missing it almost as much as DJ hated it. And the reason she had to miss was all for Brad's mom. Damn her, anyway! "Yeah, me too. Unfortunately, I have to pick Brad's mom up from the airport tonight, she's flying back home from Boston, and there's nobody else to get her," answered Marsha sadly, noting the disappointment in her son's eyes. "Yeah, I know mom. We've been through this a million times. Even though I KNOW you can't be there, it still makes me so sad." Answered DJ. "Me too baby. You have no idea how bad I feel about it. But I honestly don't see anyway around it. I PROMISE I will definitely make your next track meet though honey. Cross my heart," offered Marsha. "Well, there's only one way you can make this up to me," said DJ. Marsha felt a rush of anticipation and smiled at her son. "Oh yeah, and how might that be?" "If you give me a really awesome good luck kiss right now," flirted DJ. "Hmmmmm, I think I can handle that request!" said Marsha, as she felt herself melting into DJ's strong embrace. She kissed him like she had never kissed before in her life. Gently at first, lightly kissing all around his thick lips, then gently probing his lips with her tongue. Then gently fencing with his tongue. Next she gently but firmly sucked his tongue into her mouth, all the while gently rubbing her tongue all over his, pretending it was a cock and she was sucking and licking it at the same time. By the time their kiss ended, DJ was extremely worked up. He was, in fact, ready to fuck! However, the couple simply had no time. Marsha had to get DJ to school and drive for four hours to pick up Brad's mom. Her day was pretty much shot before it even began. So, she had to reluctantly put a stop to this little make out session before it even really got started. DJ would simply have to settle for the good luck kiss for now. The kiss would prove to have more significance than either of them ever could have guessed! ***** The school hours that day seemed to drag on and on forever. Finally, at long last, it became time for the meet! That evening, DJ ran like he had never run before in his entire life. It was as if he were possessed! Not only did he EASILY win the race for his school, but he also set a new high school track and field record for the mile, clocking in at an amazing 4:32. DJ's coach almost fainted when he saw the time the young man had finished in! The entire track team was ecstatic for DJ. Since the track meet was an away match, they had to ride the school bus home afterwards. The entire trip home on the bus everyone was singing, having a great time, and congratulating DJ on his success. What a fantastic day for DJ! He was so glad that his best friend was going to be spending the night with him. DJ was not ready to stop celebrating just because they got back to the school! After they had returned to the school, DJ and his friend Jason Brown showered, got changed, and were sitting around waiting for Marsha to pick them up. All the other kids had already left, leaving DJ and Jason alone at the school, so they finally had a chance to talk for a little bit. "Wow DJ! What the heck got into you tonight anyway?" asked Jason. "I have never seen you run like that before!" DJ chuckled a bit. "What's so funny?" "I just thought of what very well could have caused it, but I don't think I can tell you," grinned DJ. Jason reached over and punched his best friend on the arm. "WHY not? I'm your best friend? We tell each other everything – always have," said Jason, feeling a bit offended that his friend was holding back information. "Well, you promise not to tell anyone?" "No one." "Not a soul, cause everyone would make fun of me." "Swear to it. Total silence from me." "And you won't think it's dumb, or make fun of me about it?" "Come on DJ, I'm your best friend!" "Well, my mom gave me this really awesome good luck kiss this morning. I think it was really on my mind throughout the whole race, and it may have actually had somethin to do with how well I raced tonight. You don't think that's too weird do you?" asked DJ, worried about how his friend might respond. Jason got completely serious at this point. He looked his friend directly in the eye and asked, "DJ, can I be honest with you?" "Sure." "You have to promise not to get mad though. Promise?" "I'm not going to get mad at you Jason," answered DJ. "Now don't take offense to this – but your mom is SMOKIN hot. I don't blame you one bit!" The boys laughed HARD at Jason's honesty. "Do you really think she is Jason?" asked DJ. "No." "No?" "I don't just THINK she is HOT DJ. I KNOW she is. Seriously DJ, if my mom looked like her, I'd be jerkin off every night just thinking about her. I mean, she IS just your adopted mom, right? She's not REALLY blood related, right?" "Yeah, I guess so. But she's always been so close to me, I've just never really thought about that." Confessed DJ. "Well, every since I've been your friend DJ – which is pretty much all of our lives, since I've known you. I've always had the HOTS for your mom. Every since I can remember." "You have not," answered DJ, surprised by his friend's candor. He was surprised, but now that it was out in the open, DJ knew it was true. And who could blame Jason. His mom WAS hot. And nobody really had any idea of that better than DJ himself, though he certainly could not share all these details – not even with his very best friend Jason. "So she gave you a really hot good luck kiss huh?" asked Jason, suddenly very interested. "Yeah, you could say that," smiled DJ. "So did she use any tongue?" asked Jason, obviously becoming more and more interested as the conversation went on. "Jason, come on!" laughed DJ, enjoying just how much his friend was actually interested in the conversation. DJ could tell his friend was actually getting a bit turned on at the idea that he and his mom had kissed. "You come on! Don't be holding out good details on me now man! DJ – do you think we could talk your mom into giving ME a good luck kiss for our next track meet? If it worked for me like it did for you, I could definitely go for that!" DJ had to think about it for a moment. He was still trying to decide if he was jealous of his friend getting this hot over his mom. In that instant, DJ decided he wasn't jealous at all. There was simply no questioning the fact that Marsha was the hottest, and who could blame Jason for being turned on by her. Suddenly DJ wondered just how much control he really had over his mom at this point. It seemed to DJ that only recently had Marsha agreed that she would continue to be his lover. What would she do if he came home and tried to get her to kiss his best friend? What would her reaction be? Would she be angry? Would it jeopardize what they had together? Or maybe – just maybe – might it turn her on? DJ's conversation with Jason, and his own private thoughts were cut short by Marsha pulling up to pick them up. "So what do you think?" asked Jason just before she quite got there. "We'll have to see," answered DJ, his heart pounding in his chest. ***** There was very little quiet in the car during their 20-minute drive home. As soon as Marsha pulled up, the boys jumped into the backseat of the car together and started chattering the moment they got there. "Hi Jason!" said Marsha, cheerily greeting her son's best friend. "Hi Mrs. Ditoro!" answered Jason. "Jason is SUCH a good kid," thought Marsha to herself. He never failed to impress her with his excellent manners and kind personality. Her son really had picked a great kid to be best friends with. And he was a very handsome young man as well. Jason was about the same height and build as DJ. A lanky, muscular young black man with short hair, well kept, and always looking very well put together. Though not quite as muscular as DJ, Jason was just a bit taller and thinner. Today Marsha had dressed fairly casually in a blue sundress to be comfortable for the trip picking up and transporting her mother. The one thing she hadn't really thought about when she selected this dress was the fact that it did indeed have a fairly low neckline. The dress definitely revealed a bit more cleavage than she normally would have when having a young man over to the house. "Guess what Mrs. Ditoro," asked Jason eagerly, interrupting her thoughts of modesty. "What?" she asked with a smile, trying to somehow match his youthful enthusiasm. "DJ won tonight!" Marsha felt overjoyed and sad both at the same time. Overjoyed at her son's success, sad because she had to miss it. "You did?" she turned her eyes to DJ. "Yes ma'am! And there's more." Answered her son. Unable to stop himself, Jason blurted it out. "DJ also broke the school record for the fastest mile!" "Oh my GOD DJ!" screamed Marsha! "Well, we've got to celebrate!! What would you boys like to do to celebrate this auspicious occasion?" The boys couldn't really think of anything special that they wanted to do. They had already planned out their night for the most part. They wanted to get a few movies, order a pizza, play some video games, listen to some music, and pretty much just hang out for the night. DJ shared their desires with Marsha, and she thought it sounded like a spectacular evening. Granted, not as fun as LAST night had been, but there would still be plenty of time for that! Tonight, they would have a low-key evening of the boys hanging out, and Marsha would simply do her best to stay out of their way, and allow them to have some fun. Little did she know exactly what THEY were thinking! ***** The boys sat on the floor in DJ's room playing one of his Xbox games. The music was blasting, the boys were talking and laughing, and simply having a great time. Marsha decided to go in and see if either of them needed another piece of pizza or anymore soda as they played. She opened the door, and climbed onto DJ's bed behind the boys to watch them for a moment. She lay on her stomach on the bed behind them, up on both elbows. "Would you boys like something else to eat or drink?" she asked. Jason glanced back at her, and had to fight to keep his eyes from being glued to Marsha's cleavage! Figure 10 – Marsha, just hanging out "DJ, what we were saying earlier about your mom – it's definitely a fact!" said Jason quietly to DJ. But not quietly enough, Marsha heard what he said. Figure 11 – Marsha, teasing with the boys "And what was THAT?" asked Marsha, pretending to be a bit put off. "Oh nothing," answered Jason, a bit nervous that he had actually been caught. "Oh NO you don't! You said it, now you have to tell ME what you guys were saying about me behind my back?!?" "It was nothing bad mom," offered DJ. "Well I should HOPE not. Good, then what was it?" asked Marsha. "You have to tell her," said DJ to his friend. "No way! She's your mom, YOU have to tell her," countered Jason. "I could," offered DJ, "it really wasn't all that BIG of a deal anyway." "SPILL it already!" interrupted Marsha. "Jason said he has always thought you were totally HOT every since the first time he met you." Said DJ. Jason sat with his back to Marsha, not even beginning to look back. He suddenly wished he could dig a hole in the floor and dissappear into it. "IS that TRUE Jason?" asked Marsha. "Well – yeah." Answered Jason. The room was completely quiet other than the noises of the video game. Two unknown characters were chasing each other through East Berlin in what was obviously some kind of remake of a World War II game centered around Nazi Germany. "I never meant it disrespectfully though ma'am." Offered Jason. At this point, Marsha simply couldn't help herself. She busted out into open laughter! "Well, as long as you're not disrespecting me, I guess it's OK if you think I'm totally HOT," teased Marsha. The boys looked up at her – again, taking in the copious amount of cleavage, and felt a surge of relief that they had not pissed her off. "DJ, your mom is totally cool," offered Jason. "You don't know the half of it," thought DJ. "And YOU, are a great guy," answered Marsha honestly, as she got up off the bed to leave the boys to their fun as she went back to the kitchen for awhile. ***** When Marsha got back to the kitchen, she could feel herself blushing. The thought that DJ's young friend thought she was totally HOT was extremely flattering to Marsha. Indeed, Marsha had also always thought that Jason was a very handsome young man himself. The fact that maybe the boys might talk about her together, amongst themselves, had never really dawned on Marsha before. Suddenly, the idea that DJ had told his friend all about their little sexual adventures of late suddenly terrified Marsha. "DJ, can you come out here for just a minute?" called Marsha, from the kitchen. "Looks like you're busted now," winked Jason at his friend, taking over the video game. "Yeah?" asked DJ as he walked out into the kitchen to find his mother anxiously waiting for him. "What's up mom?" "DJ, something is bothering me a little bit," confided Marsha. "What's wrong?" "You haven't told Jason – or anyone else for that matter, about us have you?" DJ smiled at his mom, and drew her into his arms. "Don't be silly. Of course, it has been very very tempting at times." "DJ, you can NEVER tell anyone. It has to remain just OUR secret. If other found out, I fear what we have would have to end very quickly, and your father and I would end up in an awful divorce, and who knows what other awful things might happen," said the worried blonde. "OK mom. Don't worry, I won't tell. The only thing I told him was that you gave me a good luck kiss for my track meet. That was it." "Well, I guess that's harmless enough," smiled Marsha. "Maybe, but he got totally turned on by it mom. He was begging for more details. And that's when he told me that he thought you were totally HOT and that he's had a thing for you every since we were kids." Marsha felt herself go flush again. Jason was definitely a very attractive young man, and the idea of him finding her so hot was something that definitely spoke to Marsha's ego a bit. DJ could tell what he was saying had an impact on his mom. Suddenly, he found himself getting turned on again. His mom looked totally hot in her blue dress to begin with, so this conversation didn't seem to be helping him. He reached around and cupped Marsha's ass with both of his large hands. "Want to know what he asked me just before you picked us up?" asked DJ as he also bent over and began nibbling on his mother's neck. "Mmmm....careful DJ, we can't get too carried away here," said Marsha as she felt her temperature begin to rise as a response to DJ's touches. "What did he say?" "He asked if I thought you would be willing to give him a good luck kiss for the next track meet?" "Mmmmm," moaned Marsha. "and what would you think of that little idea?" "I think it would be totally hot if you made out with Jason a bit," answered DJ honestly. "I'm not going to MAKE OUT with your friend DJ!" answered Marsha incredulously. "Now I might consider giving him a good luck kiss – but just a good natured one, not anything that resembled making out." "OK, I'll go tell him," said DJ. Brad and Marsha Ch. 09 "NO! Don't just go running in there telling him that I'll kiss him. Just go back in and have fun, and if it comes up later, we'll talk about it then." "But you wouldn't be totally AGAINST the idea then?" asked DJ. "As long as we kept things from getting crazy," answered Marsha. "HEY DJ, I just totally beat your score!" called Jason from DJ's room. "Gotta run for a bit mom." "Of course, go have fun," said Marsha. ***** DJ returned to his room to find his friend deeply entrenched behind enemy lines. "I think she'd be willing to give you a good luck kiss," whispered DJ to his friend as he took his place next to him. "Oh my God DJ, she is SO HOT," whispered Jason. The evening wore on. The boys finished a large pizza between them, a six pack of sodas, and continued the video game for hours until they began to get bored of it. Marsha popped in about this time to see how they were doing. "Hey boys, how's it going in here?" "Mrs. Ditorro, would it offend you if I told you that I thought you looked absolutely stunning in that dress?" asked Jason, completely taking both Marsha and DJ off guard. Figure 12 – Marsha teasing Jason a bit Marsha felt herself blushing. "Why no Jason, that wouldn't offend me at all, in fact, I'm very flattered." "Well, I figured DJ probably already told you that I thought you were hot, so I figured I might as well tell you that the outfit you are wearing tonight definitely flatters you." "Well thank you Jason," answered Marsha. "DJ also told me that you gave him a good luck kiss before the track meet tonight." "Yes, I almost always try to do something to wish him luck before his meets," answered Marsha. "Well," started Jason bashfully, but then he lost his nerve. "Yes?" asked Marsha, with a knowing smile. "Nevermind, I better not ask," answered Jason. Figure 13 – Marsha encourages Jason to talk to her "But if you never ask, you never know what the answer might have been," offered Marsha, knowing full well what he was going to ask, though not at all sure how she was going to keep this situation under control. "No, I couldn't ask. I'm too afraid," answered Jason. "Oh for Christ sake Jason! He wants you to give him a good luck kiss too," spouted DJ, growing impatient with his friends hesitence. "Is that true?" asked Marsha. Jason felt himself blushing a bit now. But he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this totally pass him by. "Yeah. I figure, if a kiss from you can help inspire DJ to not only win his meet, but to also set a whole new school record in his event, I would really like to try that inspiration myself!" reasoned Jason. Marsha couldn't help but chuckle at this. "Well, I guess we could give it a try," offered Marsha, as she sat down next to Jason on DJ's bed. Figure 14 – Marsha and Jason prepare for a good luck kiss Marsha knew at this point that she would be willing to kiss Jason, just for fun, to wish him good luck. She just wasn't sure if this would anger DJ or not. DJ had only recently become her lover, and Marsha wasn't exactly sure how he would feel about it if she really did kiss his best friend. "DJ, what would you think if I gave your best friend a good luck kiss?" asked Marsha. "I would probably think it was the hottest and coolest thing I'd seen in a long, long time!" answered DJ honestly. "Oh really?" asked Marsha. Sensing that his friend's very hot mother was considering the kiss, Jason felt himself getting very excited. He scooted right up next to the young blond mother, and gently breathed down the side of her neck. Figure 15 – Jason REALLY wants a kiss Marsha looked at her son to be sure that she could gauge how he was really feeling. All she could see in his eyes was what appeared to be curiosity and desire – pretty much the same thing she was feeling. As long as she wasn't making him angry, this was the most important thing in the world to her at this moment. Even though she felt like her heart was beating a hundred million miles per minute, she knew she did, indeed WANT to give Jason a good luck kiss. Before the young blond mom could think about it too awfully much, Jason leaned back onto the bed, pulling her back with him. He gently pulled her face down to his, and Marsha felt her lips gently come into contact with her sons friends. Figure 16 – A Good Luck Kiss The kiss was very soft, and Marsha felt herself completely in control of the situation, until she felt Jason gently pushing on her lips with his tongue! "You naughty young man," said Marsha as she pulled away from him. Jason just smiled up at her. "Well, I figured if the kiss was REALLY going to inspire me, it had to be a good one." "IS that RIGHT?" asked Marsha with a grin. This little whipper snapper was teasing her. "So that wasn't all that inspiring?" "Well, it was pretty tame." Suddenly Marsha decided she simply HAD to prove herself to this young man. He had gone on & on about how HOT she was, so she felt like she didn't want him to think he was entirely wrong about her being hot! Marsha leaned forward and proceeded kissing Jason a whole like she had done DJ earlier in the day. Gently kissing his lips, finding his tongue with her own, teasing and sucking his tongue into her mouth; pretending his tongue was a cock for her to play with in her mouth. Jason found himself being amazed that he was actually kissing Mrs. Ditoro! He wasn't lying when he told DJ that this had been a fantasy of his every since he was a kid! And here he was with this firecracker hot little blonde mom, totally power kissing him. When he felt her suck his tongue into her mouth, his cock stood on end, hard as granite. At this point, he lost his head a bit, as he peeked out at the hot young mom in his arms. He reached his hand up, and without thinking, placed it solidly on her breast, cupping it, and feeling it's massive weight as he did so. This totally took Marsha off guard! She screamed a bit, and jumped back, gently smacking Jason's hand from her eagerly responding tit. Figure 17 – Jason cops a quick feel Even though she was shocked, and a bit pissed at first, Jason was looking up at her with a big shit-eating grin on his face, with those little innocent boy eyes, and before she knew it, she was laughing away again. With that, Jason pulled her back down to him, and back into another extremely passionate kiss. Marsha felt herself losing control a bit. What the hell was wrong with her? Going into this, she had been certain that she could keep this situation under control. Now that things had gotten started, however, and this handsome young man was holding her with his strong young hands, kissing her like she loved to be kissed, and she could simply FEEL the desire permeating from him she was finding herself getting lost in this moment. Having gotten married to Brad at such an early age, and having dated very little, Marsha was not overly experienced with the way petting actually worked. Brad had been shy about how small he was, so he had avoided petting almost altogether, and if Marsha were honest with herself, she really MISSED it. And what Jason was doing at this moment was quite frankly driving her crazy with desire, whether she liked it or not! Marsha looked up for a moment at DJ, checking to see if what was going on right in front of his eyes was making him angry. At that moment, they locked eyes, and some communication passed between them. Marsha could immediately read that DJ was NOT angry, but rather, very turned on. Her kissing Jason was turning him on! 'Mmmmmm..." the audible moan escaped Marsha's lips at the concept of her kissing Jason, and him feeling her up a bit turning on DJ. DJ's eyes told her that pretty much anything she would allow would b fine with him as well. Hearing Mrs. Ditoro moan added fuel to Jason's already growing out of control fire! Lifting up from the kiss, he looked her in the eye and said, "I'd really like to see these amazing tits of yours." "Why Jason! Shame on you!" laughed Marsha. "I don't know about that. Are you sure you're old enough to be seeing tits like these," teased Marsha, as she grasped both breasts in each hand through her dress, teasingly bouncing them before him. "Oh hell yeah," moaned Jason. "Well, if I show you mine – what are you going to show me?" teased Marsha. "Whatever you want to see!" eagerly answered Jason. Marsha couldn't resist a quick look down at his crotch. He was rock hard, tenting in his jeans, and if she wasn't mistaken, he was every bit as big as DJ, if not even a little bit bigger! "Oh really?" smiled Marsha, as she reached behind her neck to find the tie that held her dress top in place. "Well, maybe just a REAL quick peek for you naughty boys!" laughed Marsha. Figure 18 – MarshaGives the Boys a Quick Peek Marsha released her top, allowing her impressive tits to spring free for a moment. Jason didn't even hesitate. He reached up with both hands, and started toying with Marsha's sensitive nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger of both hands. Marsha's nipples had always been very sensitive. The moment Jason began playing with them, they became rock hard. Marsha was definitely turned on, and had no idea where this little game was going. The only thing she knew for sure was, she had shown hers, and now it would only be fair if she got to see some too! Deciding that she didn't want this situation to go completely out of control, Marsha tied her top back into place, putting her tits away again (at least for the moment). Thinking that she might be bringing the whole wonderful situation to a close, Jason grabbed her again, pulling her back into another off the wall with passion kiss. These kisses were more than Marsha could handle. They had her pussy soaking wet with desire to the point where she thought she could almost orgasm without even having her pussy touched! This time when Jason pulled her back into the kiss though, her hand accidentally dropped onto his front. It landed directly on top of his hard cock, which was throbbing profusely under his jeans. Marsha didn't move her hand. She didn't stroke him, she just left it there on top of his cock, and stared directly into Jason's eyes. Figure 19 – Marsha Touches It "My goodness, did I cause that?" asked Marsha innocently. "Yes maam! You are driving me crazy with desire!" answered Jason. "It certainly does feel like a very LARGE problem," teased Marsha. With that, Jason continued kissing Marsha for all he was worth. Marsha kept her hand where it was, and could feel the power and throbbing beneath it. It was almost scary how large it felt under her hand. Scary, amazing, thrilling – all these emotions were cascading through the young blond's mind at that moment. Not to miss out on an opportunity, while he was power kissing the hot young mom, Jason reached down with both hands and worked his belt open. Marsha knew he was opening his pants. Her mind screamed that this was the point where she should put an end to this game before it got completely out of control. However, Jason simply increased the intensity with which he was kissing her, and this almost seemed to hold her motionless. When he kissed her like that, she was almost powerless to resist! Marsha opened her eyes for a moment, and realized that Jason had succeeded in opening his belt buckle, and had also quickly unsnapped and unzipped his pants. She could clearly see his massive erection pushing up and tenting his underwear in a dramatic fashion! Before she could really think of her next course of action, Jason began kissing down the side of her neck. God, she loved that! He nibbled, kissed, and sucked all down her neck, then began power frenching her all over again. "Oh GOD, this is awesome!" thought Marsha to herself. Suddenly, Jason grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over. Before she really knew what was happening, he had placed her tiny hand over his erection that now throbbed just beneath his now exposed underwear. Figure 20 – Marsha's Surprise "Oh my!" said Marsha out loud, as she felt the rock hard member beneath her hand. She pulled back from the kissing for a moment, and just stared down at Jason Brown's crotch! A ring of wetness now appeared at the tip of his prominent erection, forming a wet circle at the top of his gray underwear from the precum that he had been emitting during their make out session. Marsha simply could not believe the sight that her eyes were currently beholding! She could tell, just by looking through his underwear that, indeed, Jason was a bit longer than DJ. However, by him putting her hand on it, she could also tell that DJ was just a little bit thicker than his best friend. Regardless, Jason was every bit as impressive as DJ was, and Marsha found herself losing control even more. "My God, you're huge," said the young blond mother, as she stared down at his crotch. "Well, I guess you showed me yours earlier," answered Jason. "So I guess now it's only fair that I show you MINE now." Figure 21 – Marsha is Impressed Marsha couldn't help but get excited at these words. Even though some part of her conscious told her that she should be feeling guilty at this point, the guilt simply was not there. In spite of herself, Marsha really DID want to see this young man's amazing cock! Whether she liked it or not, she was overcome with excitement and curiosity. Marsha had seen such very few cocks in her life, and frankly, spent most of her time with Brad's pathetic little cock. Now that she had experienced how completely wonderful DJ's was, suddenly the curiosity about what DJ's friend had was growing stronger and stronger in the young mom. Sensing that it was likely the right time, Jason looked directly into Marsha's eyes and said, "Why don't you take it out?" Figure 22 – Mesmerized As if completely in a trance, Marsha grabbed the top elastic around Jason's underwear, pulling them away from his skin. Next, she reached a tentative hand down inside, instantly making contact with his hot, throbbing prick, and pulling it out into the open. "Oh my GOD!" was all Marsha could say. "Do you like it?" asked Jason. "It is absolutely amazing," answered Marsha honestly. "I'm glad you like it," answered Jason. With that, he started kissing Marsha again. This time it was with renewed enthusiasm. He really wanted to turn her on to the point where she would play with his cock a bit. He felt that if she did, even a little bit, he would cum at any moment. As Jason continued kissing her, Marsha could feel his throbbing cock under her hand. She really thought this whole situation had already gone way too far, but every time Jason started kissing her, she seemed to lose herself in the moment. This time was no exception. As Jason kissed her, she found her hand gently stroking his massive erection. It wasn't so much a stroking, as more of an exploration. She was so curious to completely explore his huge prick – to study it – to look at it with her hand. And the continued kissing just continued to excite the young mother more and more! Finally they parted for a moment. Marsha looked down at Jason's cock. "God, I can't get over how big that thing is!" she laughed. "I think you should take a closer look at it," said Jason, pushing the young blonde's face down toward his throbbing cock. "Oh NO you don't! My goodness, you are such a naughty boy!" laughed Marsha, as she tried to fight Jason, pushing her head down toward his amazing cock. What she failed to think of, however, was his strength and determination. In her feign attempt to resist, he simply pushed a little bit harder, until Marsha found herself staring face to face with Jason's amazing cock! It probably didn't help matters that she was overcome with curiosity and desire. She really had no strong desire to resist his efforts as he pushed her face closer and closer to his huge black erection. Quite the contrary, Marsha already felt herself licking her lips in anticipation as his huge rod approached her face! There was no stopping what was about to happen. Marsha certainly wasn't forced. In fact, Jason completely let go of her as she kneeled in front of him, staring at his cock. No further persuasion was needed. Marsha's curiosity and desire had taken over. Figure 23 – A New Good Luck Kiss She perched her lips, and brought them in contact with Jason's hardon, gently kissing it. "Oh GOD!" moaned Jason. DJ just sat at the end of the bed, watching, staring, eating up the entire moment. He was loving watching his hot mom and his best friend. When they weren't paying attention, DJ was gently stroking his own cock through his pants. "I think it's time for you to suck it a bit," offered Jason. Marsha needed no further instruction. Jason's was the biggest cock she had ever had, so she wasn't exactly sure how to proceed with it, but she knew she wanted to try. She started off by simply sucking the huge black head into her mouth. When she went to try to suck more in, she suddenly realized that the HEAD was all that was going to fit into her mouth! His cock was too big for anything else to even fit! "My GOD, your cock is almost too big to fit in my mouth at all!" exclaimed Marsha. "You're doing fine," encouraged Jason. "This is NOT the time to stop!" Figure 24 – Marsha Does Her Best Marsha certainly did not want to disappoint the handsome young Jason Brown. She tried as hard as she could to stuff as much of his huge cock into her mouth as she could possibly fit. It became apparent rather quickly, however, that not much more than his large head was going to fit into the young mynx's mouth! "It's so big I can't hardly fit it in my mouth," pouted Marsha. "Maybe if we tried a different position. Try kneeling down in front of me," offered Jason. Marsha quickly got down on her knees, complying with her handsome young man's request. Figure 25 – Marsha Sucking Jason She started off just holding it up to her mouth, studying it. "My God this thing is incredible," she thought to herself. Again, she stuffed as much as would fit into her mouth – which was still only about the head of it, and gently reached up with her other hand to lightly tickle his huge balls. "My God, your balls are huge too!" said Marsha. "I'm afraid I am just not going to be able to do much with this monster with my mouth. It plain and simply does NOT FIT! I'm sorry Jason." Jason almost laughed when she said this. "Well baby, I can think of some other place that it might fit a little bit better." Marsha shuddered at this. "Jason, I don't think I can let you put that inside me honey. I'm sure we've already done WAY more than we should have already. You have to remember, I am a married woman. And even though I'm acting terribly slutty right now, I do still love my husband." Jason looked at her. "This has nothing to do with love Mrs. Ditoro! I'm so horny I think it would physically HURT me if I didn't cum now." Marsha took this very seriously. Jason wasn't joking, he was quite serious, and she thought that he was probably right. After all that had happened at this point, she probably owed the young man SOME kind of orgasm. "Jason, I don't think this big cock of yours would even fit in my PUSSY even. You are just HUGE!" she said honestly. Jason felt a bit nervous all at once, but at the same time very hopeful. She was talking like the only thing that would keep her from fucking him would be if he would not FIT inside her. And Jason knew, with time and patience, he could indeed fit. Jason grabbed Marsha and pulled her up to him. He started passionately kissing her again as he had earlier. Marsha felt herself simply melt into his strong arms again. She could do this all night long! Brad and Marsha Ch. 09 As he kissed her, he untied the top of her dress. Marsha felt it come undone, but it all seemed so surreal to her, and she did not want the kisses to end, so she simply continued kissing her handsome young man. Realizing that she was not resisting, Jason completely pulled Marsha's blue dress down off her top, and slid it on down her legs. As they kissed, Marsha stepped up and out of the dress. She wore no bra, so she stood before the boys in her tiny black bikini underwear. Jason reached his hand down, and slid it underneath the elastic waistband of Marsha's panties as they kissed. He instantly recognized that his friend's mom's pussy was shaven completely smooth. Completely bare, not a hair in sight! :) "Perfect!" thought Jason to himself. The next thing he realized, as his hand travelled downward was that his best friend's mom's pussy was soaking wet from arousal. She was ready for action, there was no doubt about it. And he fully intended to provide her with all the action she could handle tonight! Jason immediately found Marsha's extrended, hard clitoris! As he continued to kiss his friend's mom, he began to seriously tickle Marsha's clit. "Mmmmmm..." moaned Marsha as Jason found her favorite spot. "How did such a young man as yourself learn how to do something like that so well?" "Some things go without saying," grinned Jason, as he redoubled his efforts with the young mom's clit. Suddenly, Marsha could have cared less HOW he learned how to do what he was doing. All she hoped was that he would continue doing exactly what he was doing. Marsha let out a series of slightly squeaky moans. She parted her legs a bit more, trying to give Jason as much access to her pussy as she possibly could. Figure 26 – Jason has another idea Jason could tell the time was exactly right! He lifted the young mother up effortlessly, and laid her back onto the bed. Marsha stared up at him, completely not believing what was about to happen. Jason stood over her, his huge, hard, cock poised over her. Jason decided that he should not waste time. He feared that at any moment, his friend's mom might change her mind and decide NOT to let him fuck her. So, Jason very quickly positioned the head of his large cock at the entrance of his friend's mom's tight pussy, and began to apply pressure. Figure 27 – Tight Squeeze! Figure 28 – Still Hurts! Unfortunately, the young man was about to discover that what Marsha had feared was not wrong at all. Even though DJ had fucked Marsha a couple of times, the fact of the matter was, her pussy had shaped to Brad's extremely small cock. She was not used to taking a large cock at all, and as Jason tried to penetrate her – even though she was soaked, and seemed completely ready, they immediately met with pain. No matter what he tried, when Jason would try to penetrate Marsha, it was seriously hurting her! "AAAAHHH! Wait! No, it hurts! Please Jason, STOOOOP!!!" It wasn't working. Marsha was about to put a stop to the entire thing. Jason could sense this, and he was NOT about to stop now. In a sense of desperation, Jason grabbed Marsha, lifted her up, and flipped her over on the bed. If missionary position wasn't going to work, he'd try doggy style! Being flipped over like a hamburger was totally erotic for Marsha. The firm and yet gentle hand that Jason used with her was very refreshing. She decided she would do her best to be patient and see whatever she could do for Jason. She knew she would make the young man cum in one way or another. Even if he had to settle for a hand job. Settling for a hand job was the LAST thing Jason was thinking of. Again, he attempted to penetrate his friend's mom, this time from behind. Figure 29 – Hurts This Way Too Unfortunately, the results of the rear penetration were very similar to when Jason tried to mount Marsha missionary style. She was too tight, his big cock hurt her, she cried, and he was unable to penetrate. Things were looking glum. Jason was not a mean kid. He did NOT want to hurt Marsha at all. Granted, he wanted to fuck her. Bad. Worse than anything he had ever wanted in his young life. However, not at the stake of making the young mom scream and cry out in pain. Jason was ready to give up. Marsha could tell that Jason was discouraged. She really figured she'd end up just giving him a hand job. But, when she saw the disappointed look on the young man's face, she made up her mind. She had yet another idea. Marsha pushed Jason back onto his back on the bed. His HUGE cock stuck straight up in the air. Marsha just stared down at it for a minute. "Holy shit, that cock is pretty amazing." Said Marsha out loud without really thinking about it. Jason was feeling terrible. He figured she was going to do something like give him a hand job, or maybe struggle to try to give him a blow job or something. Instead, Marsha climbed up on top of him, squatting over his huge cock. If she could slowly but surely feed his huge cock in her OWN pussy, Marsha thought she might be able to manage it. Figure 30 – Marsha Tries Another Angle She climbed on top. Marsha had to actually lift herself up off her knees to be able to place herself onto the top of Jason's cock. It stuck up THAT much – it was longer than her upper LEGS! Marsha placed herself on top of Jason's huge cock. She placed the head of his cock up inside her, and already felt completely filled! Just like when she tried to suck his cock, the head of his cock was enough to fill her mouth – and she almost feared that it might be enough to fill her little pussy too! Marsha had completely made up her mind though. She would successfully fuck this young stud – even if it meant splitting herself right down the middle! Marsha forced herself down more onto Jason's shaft. She applied so much pressure, that his solid rod actually BENT for a second. Figure 31 – Oops! Careful! "Are you OK Jason? I didn't hurt you did I?" asked the concerned young mom. Jason smiled. In response, he placed his hands on Marsha's waist on both sides, lifting her up slightly, and positioning her at the top of his cock again. Next, he completely let go, and Marsha felt herself sliding down. Inch by glorious inch, Jason's cock sunk into the young blond mom. She was soaking wet, and they had found just the perfect position, so it didn't hurt at all! Jason's entire cock slipped further and further inside the young blond mom! "OHHHH Gaaaaaawd..." Moaned Marsha as she felt herself filling up! Within 10 seconds, Jason's cock had completely disappeared from sight. He was completed buried, to the hilt, in his best friend's mom's hot, young, tight pussy. The very place he had fantasized and dreamed about being every since the first day he met the Ditoros! Once Jason was completely inside her, Marsha lay herself gently onto her son's friend's chest. She looked him directly in the eyes, and said, "I think you're all the way inside me now." With that, Marsha started kissing Jason again, just as they had been kissing before. The feeling was like nothing either of them had experienced before in their lives. As she kissed him, Marsha started bouncing her ass up and down, completely impaling herself with each downward stroke onto Jason's shaft. The angle was absolutely perfect for Marsha. Each stroke was directly on her extended clit. Marsha reached an orgasm after the 5th downward stroke. "AAAAAHHHH! I'm Cuuuumingggg..." Groaned Marsha. "I'm pretty close myself," said Jason, as the young mom continued fucking him. "Don't cum inside me though, ok? When you're ready, tell me, and we'll pull out, and I'll suck it the rest of the way off for you, ok?" This was not a problem for Jason at all. In fact, the very idea of his best friend's mom allowing him to cum in her mouth was all it took to get him the rest of the way there. He pushed on both her shoulders. "I'm gonna cum Mrs. Ditoro" said Jason. "Damn!" thought Marsha to herself, disappointed that she was going to have to take his huge cock out of her pussy already! Never the less, she was not on the pill, and she did NOT want to end up pregnant with this young man's baby, so she forced herself to climb down off of his mountainous cock. Next, she kneeled down at his feet, opened her mouth, and said, "why don't you fill up my mouth with your hot cum now Jason? Pleeease, I need to taste your cum now!" She didn't need to ask twice. Looking down into her eyes, Jason stroked his cock with his hand 2 times, then started shooting rope after rope of hot cum all over Marsha's face. It went in her hair, on her forehead, in her mouth, on her eyes, pretty much totally covering her face in a thick layer of cum, with the majority of it on and around her mouth! DJ had cum a lot, but his load wasn't half the size of this one! Marsha guessed (correctly enough) that Jason had not cum in a very very long time, and that was what explained his incredibly huge load. Figure 32 – Mission Accomplished!