7 comments/ 140047 views/ 21 favorites Gee... 52 By: JustLikeEwe In the summer of 1972, Alan Carson had begun dating Becky Amos and was enjoying a fairly good relationship. However, after he met Becky's family, he found himself drawn in a totally different direction. ............... Chapter One: Something about Becky. There was something about Becky that was different than any of the other girls that I had dated back in the early 70's. It's the reason why I remember her more than any of the other girls, I suppose. It wasn't the great sex we had, because we never did IT. We did everything else that two 18 year old kids could do to each other, but she was adamant from the first date about not giving up what I really wanted, and her defenses remained strong right up to the end. It wasn't her looks that set her apart from the rest, although she was certainly attractive enough. Becky was what I would call a suburban hippie; she wore bell bottoms, flashed the peace sign a lot, went bra-less a lot and didn't shave her armpits, but enjoyed life in a nice house in a nice middle-class neighborhood. That was all fine with me, because I was probably just as shallow in my own way. Early on in our relationship, I met her family, which consisted of a younger brother, and her parents. The kid was a dork, and her father seemed alright, if a bit gruff. Maybe he didn't like the length of my hair, which was almost down to my shoulders. He surely wasn't grouchy because of my relationship with Becky. Hell, one time I thought he caught me in the kitchen with my hand under Becky's blouse, giving her little titty some serious honking, but he didn't say a word and marched right past us to the fridge where he grabbed a beer. His indifference was probably because Becky wasn't her real father. Becky's brother was his, so he was protective of him, but I guess because Becky was only his step-daughter, he didn't much care what I did with her, so long as I didn't get in the way of him getting a beer. He worked long hours, so I didn't see much of him anyway. Which brings me to the other person in Becky's family. Her Mom. To put it mildly, Mrs. Evelyn Amos was a trip. She was loud, bold and brassy from the first moment I met her, and she didn't put on any false fronts for anyone, so far as I could see. If something crossed her mind, she just came right out and said it, and she had some of the craziest expressions I had ever heard. "So, you have any luck trying to stick your stinger into Becky's honeypot yet?" she asked me early on in our relationship, while Becky was out of the kitchen for a minute. The soda I had been drinking as Mrs. Amos spoke, burned my nostrils when it came shooting out when I heard that. Stinger? Honeypot? What kind of jargon was this, and even more wild was, how could her mother ask something like that? That was just her way, though. Just blurt it out. That was why Becky rarely left me alone with her mother, or least that was what I thought at the time. I figured she was embarrassed by her mother's comments, but at that point in our lives, weren't we all humiliated by our folks? That wasn't the main reason why I remember Becky's Mom, though. There was something else that captured my attention, and has kept her in my memory all these years. To say that she had something that effectively grabbed my prurient interests, would be a massive understatement. .. Chapter Two: What Mrs. Amos had. Ava Gardner. That was who Mrs. Amos had mentioned one day to me as I waited for Becky to get ready for our date. She told me that I should have seen her a few years ago, when she looked like Ava Gardner. Mrs. Amos was brushing her hair at the time, which was wavy and a deep dark brown, and I was trying like hell not to look. I didn't know who Ava Gardner was at the time, but I found a picture of her later and discovered that there was a similarity in her facial features, but to be frank, my eyes didn't spend all that much time looking above the neck of Mrs. Amos. Mrs. Amos was probably somewhere the same age as my own Mom, which would have put her in her mid 40's. She had what would be fairly described as a very different body than most women her age, or of any age. Her legs were pretty shapely as well, and she almost always wore these black pants that went down just below her knees. They weren't too tight, but were snug enough to reveal that she had a very small butt, especially compared to the rest of her. The rest of her. Those were the parts that set her apart from the rest, in my mind. Her arms were solid, if at bit plump, and the waist was a bit thick too, but those parts I rarely spent much time looking at either. My eyes were locked in on one area, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist staring at her breasts. Mrs. Amos had the biggest breasts I had ever laid eyes on, and I had memorized every Playboy magazine that I had gotten my hands on, as well as a lot of experience in rifling through my old man's porn collection that he thought was safely hidden away in the attic. Mrs. Amos always wore these sleeveless V-neck cotton tops that seemed designed for only one reason, and that was to drive yours truly Alan Carson out of his mind. She had a black one, which was my least favorite, but she also had a bunch of these identical style blouses in other colors. Blue and red, which were okay, but paled in comparison to my favorites, the white one and the canary yellow one. The white one especially drove me crazy, as it seemed to make her breasts seem even more massive than they were. You could clearly see the outline of her bra underneath the fabric, as well as some of the cavernous cleavage that was very visible at the neckline of her blouse. I often wondered what those breasts of hers would look like outside of their harness? Footballs? No, bigger than that. Much bigger. Watermelons might be a bit of an exaggeration, I figured, but not by much. In his modest porn collection, my old man had these topless photos of this woman from long ago, Virginia Bell, and it was her that I finally settled on to be what Mrs. Amos would look like naked. Virginia had incredibly full jugs that hung down to her waist, with fat nipples that I fantasized about sucking on while I would stand in my attic, the picture in one hand and my cock in the other. I would be sweating like a pig in that stuffy attic many times after being with Becky and getting all worked up, my fist working feverishly as I looked at that picture of Virginia Bell. Mentally transposing Becky's Mom's face onto the photo, I would pop out a load that would leave my knees weak and a big mess in the sock I had slipped over the head of my dick in order to spare the floor. Not easy being 18, with a girlfriend who wouldn't go all the way, and it wasn't an easier when her Mom looked the way she did either. ... Chapter Three: August 3, 1972, 1:15 p.m. I don't remember what I had for dinner last night, but I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a normal enough day for August, which meant it was hot and humid. I had a summer job, but on that day I got let out at 1, so I was left with an afternoon free. Becky was working as well, but she was working all afternoon. I suppose I could have found one of my friends to kill the day with, but for some reason I drove to Becky's house. There was no car in the driveway, which meant that either nobody was home, or Becky's mother was there all alone. After sitting outside in my car for a minute, I took a deep breath and went up the steps and knocked. My plan, if I had a plan that is, was to pretend that I didn't know Becky was working and hang around with her Mom for a little bit. She would offer me a drink of this stuff she liked, and since I was too young to drink I would eagerly accept it. After staring at those jugs of hers for a while, I expected to be horny as hell and would go home and jerk off a couple of times and then hang out with my friends. The door opened, and Mrs. Amos appeared wearing the yellow blouse, one of the better ones in my rating system, straining to contain those massive breasts. Trying to act natural, I said hello cheerfully and asked if Becky was there. "She's working all day," Mrs. Amos replied. "Come on in Alan, you'll let all the cool out." I nodded and stepped through the doorway, brushing lightly against her tits with my elbow as I entered. That was not intentional on my part, but enjoyable, and I walked down the short hall and into the kitchen, which was where her mother usually hung out. "I thought she was working this morning," I lied, trying to avert my eyes from the obvious and looking at the little plaques on the wall. "Nope," Mrs. Amos said. "She won't be home till late. I thought maybe you were coming to visit me." "Huh?" I said, and although I protested that I must have gotten the dates mixed up, from the look in her eye I got the feeling that she was seeing right through me. "Well, how about a drink then?" she said, and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured me a generous helping of the stuff. Four Roses. The stuff was really strong if you drank it straight, which Evelyn Amos always did, and I was not going to be a sissy and ask her to dilute it a a quart of ginger ale like I would have preferred, so I winced some down and tried not to choke. We chatted for a few minutes about the weather, while I watched Mrs. Amos lean forward so that her jugs were resting on the counter-top, and it was about then when my cock made my underwear very crowded indeed. "My back is killing me," Mrs. Amos mentioned, straightening up and putting her hands on her hips and leaning backwards. As I watched her contort, I fully expected that blouse to split right down the middle from the force of those torpedoes thrusting outward, and even though it wasn't hot inside, I was sweating bullets. She gave me a little smile as she seemed to note my interest in her little show, and after rolling her hips around for a second, lifted her arms above her head and stretched. My attention was diverted momentarily when I saw her plump armpits, moist from perspiration, as she reached high. "No used to seeing armpits without hair in them, huh Alan?" Mrs. Amos asked, breaking me out of my trance. I had been enthralled by the faint 5 o'clock shadow that thickly coated the vast expanse of her fleshy underarms, and had been trying to visualize what she would look like if she had let the hair grow like her daughter did, when I was embarrassingly brought back to reality. "Oh... sorry," I said sheepishly, taking another sip of the Four Roses as punishment for my sin. "No you aren't," Mrs. Amos said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Looking is free. Good thing too, because you'd be broke by now." I was flustered, and that seemed to make Mrs. Amos happy, as she kept the pressure on me. "Can't figure out why Becky goes around like that," Mrs. Amos remarked, referring to Becky not shaving her armpits. "You like that sort of thing, Alan?" "Yeah... I mean... it's okay I guess," I stammered, trying to finish off the drink so I could leave. "Different strokes for different folks," Mrs. Amos said. "Isn't that what you guys say?" "Uh, I guess," I mumbled. "Of course, you can tell what some guys like right away. Maybe it's the rocket in your pocket that gives you away." "I guess I better get going," I said, getting flustered more by the second. "Here, you didn't finish your drink," Mrs. Amos said, splashing some more of that vile Four Roses into my glass before I could stop her. "Uh, I have to drive, Mrs. Amos," I said. "I know, but a big strong fella like you can handle that little bit. And you don't have to call me Mrs. Amos. That makes me feel old. Call me Evie, okay?" "Uh, okay Evie." "Be right back," she said. "Don't go running away on me." Mrs. Amos, or should I say, Evie, left the room, and as she did I poured half of the glass of whiskey down the drain. My head was already spinning, and the booze was no help. I took the opportunity to reach down and get my erection swung over to my right side so it didn't snap in half, and got my hand out of my pants just in time to catch Mrs. Amos making her entrance, and what an entrance it was. "Oh, that's so much better," Evie announced. .... Chapter Four: Better for who? Evie Amos knew what she was doing. I realized that when she sashayed back into the kitchen, looking even more amazing than she had before she left. She had made a little wardrobe change, and it was one that was very noticeable. The black slacks were still on, and so was the yellow blouse. What was missing was the bra. I couldn't look. I felt like my cock would erupt once my eyes took the briefest of glances at Evie's huge breasts rolling around unsupported in that canary yellow blouse, so I grabbed my glass and started to swirl the liquid around as casually as I could. Evie Amos cleared her throat a little, and when I glanced over as subtly as I could, I noticed that her attention was focused on me, and more precisely on the bulge in my khakis, which was as prominent as could be, much to my chagrin. I shifted my stance around, trying to make it less obvious, but only succeeded in getting myself even more aroused, if that was even possible. "No fun if you stop looking," Evie said, as my eyes went back to my drink. Front door or bathroom. Those were my options. "Uh, gotta use the bathroom," I blurted out, already on my way as I spoke, and I moved fast, not looking back until I reached the safety of the bathroom. "Big man," I muttered to myself after I pushed the bolt over and leaned against the door while trying to catch my breath. Indeed. After weeks of fantasizing about Evie Amos, there she was in all her bra-less glory, and there I was hiding in the toilet. I mean, I knew she was only teasing me, but I didn't even have the guts to stand there and look at her like she seemed to want me to. It was about that time that I looked over and saw it, hanging over the shower curtain rod. The brassiere that Evie Amos had taken off was dangling there in full view, the shower curtain parted as if it were on stage. I staggered over to it like it was a religious idol of some kind, my hands reaching up and touching it tenderly. A long line bra that looked dainty and feminine in the front, with lace around the top, and more industrial looking on the sides and back, to better reflect the heavy-duty work it had to do. The cups were immense, and I took it down off the rod and let my hands roam in the deep caverns, which were still warm and sightly damp from being on Evie moments earlier. I put my head inside of one of the cups, not caring how stupid I must have looked, and inhaled the sweet scent of Mrs. Amos that lingered in the fabric. The bra size. For some reason, that seemed to matter a lot to us guys at the time, even though in reality it often had little meaning to the size of the breasts inside. I knew Becky wore a padded 34A when she did wear one, and Sue Paige, the girl I had been with before her, was a 32B. Debbie Blair, the girl that I first had sex with, was a 36C, and was clearly the bustiest one of them all. I had to turn on the light to see the tag, which was more than a little faded, and even when I could make it out, it didn't seem possible, yet there it was. 52G. 52G? That sounded like it had more to do with Bingo than bras. I had spent an adolescence carefully examining the foundations sections of every catalog that came to our house. Penney's, Wards, Sears and all the rest. I knew all about the A's, B's, C's and D's, and even was aware of the double and triple D's. I had never seen a G cup mentioned anywhere, yet here it was in my sweaty hands. Actually, it was in only one hand, my left. My right hand had gotten my belt undone and had managed to get my underwear down over my erection. I'm not sure what I was actually going to do next, as I had begun slowly stroking my swollen member. I had to pee, but since my cock was curving up toward the towel rack above the toilet that might have been a problem. My exploration of this spectacular garment of Evie's, and the question of exactly what I was planning to do next was interrupted by Mrs. Amos herself, who was outside of the door, asking me if I was alright. "Fine," I squeaked with little conviction. "Be right out." My erection vanished quickly after that exchange, and I was then able to pee without much problem. Putting my cock away, I noticed that my underwear was a gooey mess, the result of my cock dripping since I had come into the house, and I noted that there was even a little wet spot on my khakis as well, and could only hope that Mrs. Amos wouldn't notice. ..... Chapter Five: Mrs. Amos sees very well. When I went back to the kitchen, I was preparing to make a hasty exit, but the first thing I noticed was that my glass had been refilled. I went back to my earlier spot near the sink and tried to think about my strategy. "Everything come out okay?" Mrs. Amos asked with a smirk. "Uh, yeah," I said. "I guess I better get going." "Oh, I thought you would stay and keep me company for a while," she said. "Got someplace to go?" "No." "Well then, why don't you stay?" she said. "I don't scare you do I?" Evie had moved around the bend of the counter, and was now facing me, only about five feet away from me. Even though at 6'1" I was at least a half foot taller than her, why was it that it felt like I was looking up at her all the time? "Scared?" I chirped. "No. I think you're really cool." "Good," Evie said, taking a step toward me, and even though her face was a couple of feet away, her breasts were considerably closer. "I didn't think you would be scared. Matter of fact, I thought that you were kinda interested in me." I stood there trembling, my knees almost knocking as my mouth moved silently, with only my breath coming out in a ragged staccato. "Because I thought you were looking at me," Evie Amos said in a husky and sultry voice while her hands reached down and grabbed me by the wrists. "I know I was looking at you, and I liked what I was seeing. A lot. I saw what looked like a healthy slab of meat trying to escape. Am I right?" My hands were being lifted as she brought them up the short distance to her breasts, and I gasped when she pressed them up against her tits. "You like?" Evie said, pushing my hands hard against her tit-flesh. "Not what you're used to, I know that. Right?" I nodded, finally beginning to play with her breasts without being prodded, and as I kneaded the doughy jugs, she smiled in response. "That's it baby," she rasped, undulating her upper body while letting my wrists go. "You like them big, don't you? I could tell that right from the start. Don't be too nice with them though, I like them handled a little rough." I squeezed her tits as best I could, despite my palms being overwhelmed by the size of her massive mammaries, and I felt the pegs of her nipples poking out hard. Meanwhile, Evie's hand was running along the front of my slacks, having no problem finding what she was looking for. "Mm... you like them big, and so do I," she purred, her hand seizing my erection which was almost on my hip by then. "Nice... ooh... you're so big, Alan. Lucky you didn't use this on my Becky. You'd split that poor girl in two." I stood there playing with her tits through the blouse, frozen in place while Evie's hand made short work of my belt as well as the clasp of my pants, and with a flick of her wrist I felt my pants drop to my ankles. "Haven't had one this big in years," Evie marveled as she reached into my gooey briefs and pulled out my cock, giving it a hard and slow pull which made my knees weak. I don't know what she was used to getting, because I wasn't all that big down there, having just a bit more than six inches, but I was on the thick side, and I was loving what she was saying too much to argue about it not to mention the fact that she was giving me some confidence to boot. Gee... 52 "You want to fuck me, don't you Alan?" she said, and with my cock in her hand I nodded while she led me into her bedroom. ...... Chapter Six: Everything is off. The door closed behind us, and Evie reached around me and locked it before moving me against the door and grinding herself into me. My t-shirt got pulled over my head, and Evie kissed her way down my body as she slowly went to her knees. Looking down, I saw her hand grab my cock and bring it to her lips, looking up at me as her lips slid over the mushroom head and down the shaft. All the way down, unlike Becky, and not stopping until her nose was hidden in the hair above my unit. "Damn!" I gasped as I watched her slowly pull her mouth back off of it, until her tongue was dancing on the tip. Only for a second though, because her mouth quickly slid back down again. My cock was throbbing, the rigid spear glistening with saliva as Mrs. Amos kept deep-throating me, almost as if she was trying to inhale my entire package. "Can't!" I whimpered. "You gonna cum?" Mrs. Amos said, taking my cock out of her mouth long enough to ask, while her hand put my balls in some kind of a vise-like grip. "Can't help it," I moaned, my hands clawing at the walls beside me as I tried not to explode. Evie seemed upset at my lack of self-control, and got up from her kneeling position while my cock was abandoned, bouncing wildly up and down as it desperately looked for release as it dripped on the floor. In the meantime, Evie went backing up toward the bed as she pulled down her slacks. Her legs were not bad at all, but what really got my attention were the white cotton panties and the dark brown hairs that were peeking out from the elastic on the insides of the leg openings. I loved the look of the furry spillage, and the fact that Evie's panties were very conservatively cut made the abundance of pubic hair even more enthralling to me. "You only a looker?" Evie said, impatiently waiting for me to follow her to the bed. After I did what she wanted and joined her by the bed, I instinctively went back to groping her tits through the blouse, but Evie had apparently had enough of that, reaching down and pulling the yellow top up and over her head. "Uhh..." The involuntary sound that came out of me as Evie struggled to get the blouse over her breasts made me seem as stupid as I felt, but Evie seemed to like the way I was so impressed by her. Frankly, it was hard not to be impressed by Evie Amos, as my eyes got a look at what 52G really looked like. Even though I had been staring at her bust for many weeks, had examined in depth the harness that had been cradling them, and had played with them through the blouse, when I finally saw Evie's breasts for the first time I was speechless. I had nothing to compare them with. Indeed, Evie's breasts were so gigantic that she made Virginia Bell look small in comparison. Evie's entire upper torso was tits. Huge torpedos that were damn close to the size of watermelons, and without any clothing supporting them, they hung down to her waist. Her aureolas were the size of drink coasters, deep crimson in hue and richly pebbled. Evie's nipples were as thick as my pinkies, and had to be close to 2 inches long. As I gawked in open-mouthed and wide-eyed wonder, I felt my wrists being grabbed and placed on her bare tits, being pressed into them by Evie's strong grip. "No wonder Becky's still a virgin," Evie clucked. "A girl could die one waiting for you to make a move." Evie's tits were heavier than bowling balls, and when my timid touch got more aggressive, I found that it was all I could do to lift one of them with both hands. This seemed to please Evie, who began writhing as I kneaded the huge jug as roughly as she seemed to want it. "That's more like it," Evie gasped. "I know you aren't used to anything that didn't need a training bra, but you're getting the hang of it." Indeed I was, and the more I manhandled Evie's tits, the more she liked it. Finally, she fell back on the bed and lifted her legs up, peeling down her panties and spreading her thighs wide, giving me an intimate look at the hairiest pussy imaginable. The bush was a wild and untrimmed triangle that was so dense that I couldn't make out where the opening was. It was clear where Becky's hairy pussy came from, but like everything else about Evie Amos, there was simply no comparison. I wanted to jump right in and stick my cock into that jungle, but the way I was feeling, I wouldn't last more than a second, so instead I went between her legs on my hands and knees, face first. Her pubic hair was a little coarse on my cheeks, but Evie was so wet that I had no trouble finding the opening. The pungent aroma was matched by the tart taste of her pussy that made my spine tingle as my tongue swabbed all the way up and down her opening before burrowing in. Evie's thighs jerked as my tongue found her pearl, and I began to lap at her clit with my tongue in overdrive, but after less than a minute Evie's hands were on my scalp, pulling me up and out of her furry grotto. "I need cock," she said... growled would be a more accurate term, and as I inched closer to her I felt Evie's hand grab my cock and pull me into her. "Fuck me hard." Despite her claims about how big my cock was, I slid into her with no problem. Once I went all the way into her, however, her pussy clamped down around my cock and we were off to the races. No romance here. This was just fucking, plain and simple. Not my choice. Hers. Evie's hands grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed tight, imploring me as she bellowed at me. "Harder!" she screamed as I began to move in and out of her, and as her hips rose mine went down, causing our bodies to slam together loudly. In a way, it was helpful that I didn't have to think about it, because it probably kept me from cumming right away. No time to admire and play with those jugs, because I was too busy being urged to get busy, and just as before, the rougher it got, the better that Evie liked it. My hips were thrusting as fast and as hard as I could manage, drilling my cock into Evie without any restraint. The sound that we made when I would fully penetrate her was as loud and as sloppy sounding as could be imagined. Evie was wet, and I was hard, and then suddenly, she was coming. Evie made a howling noise, clawing at my arms and shoulders, when I felt her pussy crush my cock with a violent spasm. Again and again, her screams filled the room as she tore at my skin like a wildcat. Biting my neck, pulling my hair and acting like she had never cum before, she went on more the longest time before falling back into the bedding. ....... Chapter Seven: Taking the edge off. "Oh, I needed that,' Evie said, rubbing my arms and licking her lips. "Took the edge off. Now let's do some fucking." I found myself being tossed off the side of her, and despite her size, Evie was on top of me in a flash, straddling my crotch with her own as she rammed my cock up into her again. Looking up at Evie, I immediately had to turn my head away, as the erotic sight was way too much. Those huge jugs swinging way down and swaying as she moved drove me crazy, and Evie knew it. "Look at them," Evie said. "Look at my tits." "Can't," I grunted, hoisting them as best I could while Evie rode my cock. "Gotta learn control if you want to please a woman," Evie said, and when I dared, I looked up at her, trying to look past the huge breasts and at her face. "That's better," Evie said. "Great cock. So big and hard. Way bigger than my husband, you know that?" Of course I didn't, so I shook my head and tried to thrust myself up into her every time her body came down. "He's a minute man," Evie said. "I need more than that. I need this." Evie began writhing, and soon was clawing at her own tits. I took my hands off of them and watched as she grabbed those torpedoes savagely and came again, with me just taking it all in from below. "Damn," Evie groaned, holding onto the headboard behind me as she tried to catch her breath, while her sweat dripped down on me like rain. "You wanna cum Alan?" she asked, that last orgasm seeming to take a lot of the spunk out of her. I did, but I had been holding back for so long that it wasn't even a pressing issue, and had been content to let Evie ride me and relax. "I'm getting sore, baby," Evie said. "Not used to a big cock anymore, I guess." I felt her hand reach behind her and grab my balls, hoping to milk an orgasm out of me. "Cum inside me, baby," Evie said. "Fill me with your seed." Soon, I felt my orgasm coming, and when I did, I pulled Evie's tits close to me, burying my face in her cleavage as my sum filled her womb. Exhausted, Evie collapsed on the bed next to me and we stayed motionless for several minutes until she exhaled loudly. "That was so good, baby," Evie said. "Just think, maybe you knocked me up. Imagine, you could be Becky's girlfriend and step-father too." We laughed, although mine was more of a nervous laugh. That didn't stop me from starting to play around with Evie's body, rolling those massive breasts around on her chest and sucking on her nipples. "You're getting hard again?" Evie asked, feeling me poking her side with my dick. I guess that goes with being 18, as well as being in bed with your girlfriend's mother, but in fact I was getting very aroused again. "I'm too sore," Evie said. "I need a couple of days rest." I whined and began to kiss the inside my Evie's upraised arm, eventually nuzzling into the warmth of her armpit, where my tongue slid over the rough moistness and made Evie shiver. "Want me to suck you off?" Evie offered. "Or would you rather fuck my tits?" ....... Chapter Eight: Decisions. It was a decision that I had little time to make, because if I didn't decide fast, I had a hunch that Evie was going to make it for me. That cock-sucking demonstration Evie had given me was mind-boggling, and I would have loved to have enjoyed some more of that, but then again, when was I ever going to see a pair of tits like this? "Thought you'd pick this," Evie said as she knelt on the floor next to the bed and swung me around so that my ass was perched on the edge of the mattress. Evie had grabbed a tube of lotion from her dresser before getting down there, and had spread some in between those massive jugs of hers, making the cavernous cleavage shiny and slick for me. "I knew you were a real tit man," Evie said as she moved her hand up and down my erection, while I raised myself up on my elbows so I didn't miss a thing. "And a real tit man," Evie said while leaning forward and putting my cock between her pendulous breasts, "Deserves real tits." Evie scrunched her shoulders together so that her breasts surrounded my cock while placing them in a flesh vise, and she smiled as she began moving her jugs up and down my cock. The very tip of my cock only became visible when she dipped down low, otherwise it was buried deep in the doughy valley. "You do this to my Becky?" Evie asked with an evil smile, and the thought of Becky even attempting that with her modest little orbs made me smile. "You haven't fucked her? She give you head? She must do that!" Evie said. "Sorry," I said. "Not going to tell me? Even if I told you I'd stop doing what I'm doing unless you told?" Evie asked in a catty tone, squeezing her breasts together tighter and biting her lower lip. "Sorry," I said. "Good boy," Evie said. "Rule one of how to get a lot of pussy. Keep your mouth shut and let your cock do all the talking. Right?" I knew what she was talking about, and I nodded, not having the slightest intention of saying anything to anybody about this. The thought of a very angry Mr. Amos wrapping his hands around my throat had already crossed my mind. "You like this, baby?" Evie said, and I nodded. "If you like what we've been doing, don't be a stranger. I'd love you to stop by more often. Maybe next time, after you fuck me, I'll suck your cock again, only this time I'll drain it. Swallow your spunk. You like that?" I nodded, feeling my orgasm approaching despite me never wanting this incredible tit-fucking to end. The combination of what she was doing to my cock and her talking dirty, was proving to be too much to resist. "Maybe you can fuck me in the ass next time," Evie said, the salacious leer on her face indicating that she knew I was going to cum any second. "You ever do that? Ever get your asshole licked?" I let out a tortured moan, and as Evie lowered her head and opened her mouth, from inside her cleavage my cock started shooting its load upward. I think I actually shot a string into her mouth, with the rest landing on Evie's neck and face. Evie laughed as she kept my cock between her tits until it went limp, and when she looked up, I got to see what Ava Gardner would look like with semen spattered on her face. "You've got decent tasting spunk," Evie said, flicking her tongue out and snaring some from the side of her mouth before getting up and padding off to the bathroom looking like she actually was sore down there. I got dressed and waited for Evie in the kitchen, and after finishing that drink, I started to leave. "I meant that," Evie said. "About you coming back. If you liked what you got, that is." "Liked it?" I said, shaking my head. "You're kidding." I liked it enough to come back many times, even after Becky and I had broken up, and Evie Amos gave me a sex lesson with almost every visit. The lessons didn't even stop when one day I stopped by and told Evie that I had started seeing somebody in the neighborhood. "Who, the Sager girl?" Evie said with a grin. "Yeah," I admitted. "Thought I saw her in your car one day," Evie said. "I told you that you were a tit man, and that girl's got a pair on her from what I could see." "She's very nice and very attractive," I said with a laugh. "But nobody compares with you, or yours." "Well then, why don't you bring her by some day," Evie said. "What? You mean for a drink or something like that?" I asked. "A drink?" Evie cackled loudly. "Well, we can have a drink, but I was thinking about something a hell of a lot more interesting that that." "You mean?" I asked, not really believing what I was hearing, but after spending as much time with Evie Amos that I had, I should have known better. "Up to you," Evie said. "You know I'm open-minded, and I think I've taught you enough so that you could handle us. It's not just young cock that turns me on, you know. A big pair of tits on a sweet young thing like her puts dew in my drawers too!" "I'll think about it," I told Evie as I laughed at yet another of her wacky phrases, and I did think about it long and very hard. The very thought of being in bed with the two of them made my underwear very crowded indeed. 52G, 36D and me? Hmmm. ..... thanks for reading my story Gee But Its Great To Be Back Home This story is completely fictional. It involves incestuous couplings between immediate family members. If you are easily offended then please do not read! The idea for this story came from another story I read and I would like to credit the author of that story for the inspiration behind this. It had been a long and enjoyable holiday but at last Gabby was glad to be going home. The weather had been fantastic and, although at 38 years old, she was pleased to be back in the British sun showing off her tanned and trim body. It was precisely for that reason that she was still wearing a light summer dress that clung loosely to her. Gabby was not your average mum of two kids. She had a professional 9-5 job and a figure that most women half her age would envy. Standing 5 feet 4 inches tall she was very proud of her trim waist, smooth thighs, shapely bum and her firm 36c chest. Her solicitor’s job was demanding but she still found the time to go to the gym at least 3 times a week and had done so for many years. Her blond hair and blue eyes completed the package. Having collected the baggage Gabby and her family returned to the car park and began loading up the car. Unfortunately they had forgotten that they had bought the smaller car and were surprised when they realised that, with the extra luggage they had brought back with them, it wouldn't all fit. Not to be too put out Gabby and her husband Peter decided that it would be best for their 16 year old daughter Emma to sit in the front (as she was particularly grumpy and tired) and then to use part of the back seat for the extra luggage. Reluctantly, Gabby would have to sit on her son John's lap. This could easily cause problems because, at 18 years old he was just in that transitional phase between being a temperamental adolescent and a mature young man. "Are you sure you will be all right with this?" Gabby asked. "Sure Mum. I know it is about an hours drive, but it is dark and we will all be able to sleep for most of the journey. Besides, you don't weigh anything so I probably won't even notice." Gabby smiled at the minor compliment, She knew she was in good shape but John had never noticed or made comment about her shape of size before. The drive started out uneventfully. Having packed their gear and settling down to the journey, small talk soon evaporated as first Emma then Gabby started to sleep. Far from his earlier talk, John found that while his mum didn’t weigh more than about 115 pounds she was a dead weight against his legs. It was therefore no surprise when he continually shifted his weight to let the blood flow to his feet. It was due to this shifting that Gabby found it difficult to sleep although she was getting very relaxed. Her husband had been sympathetic and put on some soft music to relieve the boredom and help everyone relax. However, as the journey continued Gabby also began to feel uncomfortable. She had begun the journey on John's lap with her legs together between his legs and laying back against his chest. She was lucky that he was tall and in good shape so that she was naturally leaning against the fleshy part of his shoulder. John, unable to relax with his mother on his lap, tuned his thoughts into the events of the past week, reminiscing about all of those pretty girls in their skimpy bikinis and the flirting that had gone on. While he had not got lucky he had come close and copped a feel two nights previously with a pretty girl about his own age. It was these thoughts and the movements of his uncomfortable mother that began to provoke a reaction. Before he even realised what was happening he became aware of a mild discomfort in his lap area. "Shit" he thought, "I'm getting a hard on and with my mum on my lap. Hopefully she's asleep and won't realise what's happening." Very gently he tied to relieve the pressure on his now semi hard cock by shifting his weight and moving his mother over slightly. However, Loki the God of Mischief was looking down on him right then because at the moment he shifted his weight his mother shifted hers and positioned her self exactly on top of his continuing swelling cock. Like it or not, his semi hard penis was now expanding along the length of his thigh, directly underneath his mother’s tight, warm and soft butt. "My God" thought Gabby "I didn’t realise that John had bought a bottle of drink with him. How was he going to get at it If I’m sat on his lap?" Then a second thought came to her. Knowing that she was going to be sitting on his lap, why had he put a drink between his legs when he would not be able to get to it without moving her around? Suddenly realisation had dawned on Gabby. This was no bottle of drink, John was getting hard with his mother sat on his lap. Her immediate thought was one of disgust that this could be happening. But as an educated woman she argued with herself that perhaps this was not intentional. After all, it wasn’t normal for your son to become sexually excited by having his mother sat on his lap. Gabby tried to ignore what was going on, feigning sleep to overcome both her and his potential embarrassment. As Gabby continued to relax she couldn’t get the thought of John’s ever-increasing cock out of her mind. It wasn’t as though she was sex starved, she and Peter had a very active if somewhat boring sex life. In fact they had had sex twice during the last week alone. John on the other hand was not able to relax. He could see that his mother was breathing evenly, a sure-fire signal that if she wasn’t asleep she was relaxed and not stressed by the events slowly unfolding in his trousers. John couldn’t remember the last time he had been in quite such close proximity with his mother. In fact he had never thought of her as a sexual being before this, she had always just been his mum. Even on holiday, when he was sunbathing near her or swimming in the sea, he had seen her in her bikini and not thought anything of it. Oh sure, he wasn’t blind and recognised that she was both very attractive and had a great body. Its was like a type of food that you don’t like. While not liking it yourself you can still appreciate that it is tasty to someone else! This still didn’t help his current situation. His mother was still sat on his lap, his cock was still expanding (it was now about three-quarters hard) and it was still resting alongside his thigh right between his mothers butt cheeks. He felt sure that, if he got any harder his cock would be sitting proud of his thigh and would not only be laying between her arse cheeks but would potentially come into contact with her pussy. All in all John was becoming more distressed with the whole situation and for the love of him he couldn’t think of a way of making himself more comfortable by releasing his cock without disturbing his mother and embarrassing then both. Gabby had no such embarrassment. In fact she had begun to find the whole thing quite amusing. As she had felt her son become harder she had started to get a little excited. This was after all the only great taboo left – incest. This was not to say that she was actually thing of taking this to the next level, but strangely she did not feel quite as disgusted as she thought she would. In a peculiar sort of way she was very flattered that an 18-year-old male would become excited by her; the compliment was duly noted. It was a strange thought that next occurred to her. How excited would he become? What would do next? What could she do to stop this situation if it went any further? Worse, would she want to stop this if it went any further? Gabby noticed that the pressure underneath her arse had become more intense. He must almost be completely hard by now. She shifted her weight a bit convincing herself that it was because she needed to get a little more comfortable, but later when she thought back to this incident she questioned whether that had been her motive at all. In fact, looking back she wondered whether that little movement had been to excite her son a little more to see what he would do. Gabby’s movement had been slight, but it had been enough to send a shiver down John’s spine. What was his mother doing? Was she awake or asleep? Did she know that he had a huge hard-on? Either way, he couldn’t help but accept the fact that he was now harder than he could ever remember being before and it couldn’t be just from the car journey could it? Was it possible that having his mother sat on his lap was giving him a thrill that he had never felt before? There was no denying that his hard on wasn’t a normal erection, he was now hard because he was turned on. John was still very unsure what was with his mum. Was she awake and giving him a thrill or was he taking advantage of her in her sleep? Not being totally in control of his actions he decided to make a move to see how his mum responded. He changed the weight from one hip to another and at the same time moved himself a little bit forward. Each movement was very slight but if she was awake her mother would feel the movement as deliberate. Gabby knew that John was rock hard, she could feel his cock protruding just above his leg, the tip all the way along her arse cheeks and slightly between the juncture of her thighs. it wasn’t quite touching her pussy yet but the contact that was there was still enough to send a thrill through her every time the car hit an uneven point in the road. To make matters worse her pussy was becoming much more aroused, it had been moist for some time but that moisture had grown and was starting to soak into her panties. Thankfully she had chosen to wear a bikini type panty rather than the thong that she normally wore as the gusset was larger and would be able to soak up more of her pussy juice. Suddenly she felt John move, the movement was slight from him but the impact to her was large. When he changed his weight from hip to hip his penis had managed to move all over the crack of her arse. When he had pushed forward slightly the tip of his penis had actually touched her pussy. The contact had surprised her but had been so exciting that she couldn’t help but push back with her hips allowing the tip of his penis to touch her pussy for the second time. When John felt Gabby push back with her hips he felt certain that she was now awake. But was she just getting comfortable or was she responding to his movement. Taking his life in his hands he decided to find out. Without pausing for breath he eased his hips forward slightly, just enough to register that his cock was moving along her nether regions but not quite enough to appear anything more than an innocent movement. If his mother was playing with him he knew she would answer his mini thrust. If not she would probably ignore the movement. Immediately that John pushed forward Gabby felt the touch of his cock on her pussy. Without pause she answered his push with one of her own only this time her movement was more defined a solid thrust back into his hips. She couldn’t help herself, she was now seriously aroused and all that she could think of was the long had cock that was brushing against her arse and pussy. The game was up! John felt his mother’s answering thrust and pushed forward harder himself. He was rewarded by an answering thrust. There was no doubt now in his mind, his mother and he were dry fucking and she was a willing partner. They continued dry fucking, Gabby moving backwards and forwards on her sons cock trying to get as much contact with her pussy as possible without letting her husband Peter know what was happening nor disturbing the sleeping Emma. Emboldened by the dry fucking John decided to see how far things would go. Slowly he moved his hands from their resting-place besides his thighs and crept up to touch his mothers flimsy covered thighs. Gabby did not break her rhythm at the touch so he moved his whole hand onto her thighs and slid them up and down the outside of her legs. When his mother didn’t object to the contact he moved his hands up along her thighs to her hips and took a purchase, helping to guide her movements. Gabby’s breath had begun to shorten. Her breathing still remained calm and quite but her breaths became more like a shallow pant. She felt John’s hands on her hips and enjoyed the further contact. Was this getting out of hand yet, she didn’t know. All she wanted was to continue doing what she was doing as it was making her feel good. John’s hands were suddenly on the move again. They had been resting on her hips guiding her movements, but now they were travelling down her legs again. Only this time, as they moved over the swell of her butt he moved his hands over the top of her thighs so that they rested there with his fingers facing into the junction of her legs. Down they continued until they reached the end of Gabby’s thin summer dress, resting just above her knee. John’s fingers curled under the hem of his mother’s dress and slowly he edged her dress up her legs towards her panties. Gabby offered no resistance and continued with her grinding into his cock. John’s fingers were in constant touch with the flesh of his mother’s legs sending a tingle through both of them. Within a minute he had reached the top of her legs and for the first time he touched the cotton of her panties, feeling the wiry pubic hair underneath. He paused for a second allowing his fingers to curl onto the front to his mothers panties and move into the juncture at the top of her thighs. Gabby made no effort to stop him, openly enjoying his touch. Moving his hands back up towards her hips he lifted her dress even higher. For John, this was the moment of truth. Was his mum going to let him lift her dress off her lower half or was she going to stop this madness now. Feeling that her dress was now up as far as it would go, Gabby stopped her movement. She reached out her hands and placed them either side of John’s legs. Steadying herself, she lifted up slightly off of her son’s lap. John took his signal and lifted his mother’s dress all the way up and bunched it about her waste. He had absolutely no doubt that his mother was as keen for this to happen as he was and he was going to take things as far as he could. Gabby dropped herself down and paused as she got herself comfortable. She wanted things to go on but the position that se was in was quite restricting. Without further delay she lifted her right leg up and moved it so that it was now on the outside of John’s own leg. Settleing her self down she continued to grind herself into her son’s erection, knowing that she had opened her legs to his invading fingers if he wished to take advantage. Sure enough John saw the opportunity of a lifetime. But he didn’t want to go straight for the goal. Instead he reached up under her dress with his right hand and continued to caress his hand up his mother’s stomach. It didn’t take long to reach her breasts ad without pausing he placed his had inside her bra and scooped out her left breast. Massaging it slowly he pinched the nipple between his finger and thumb. The nipple had long since been hard from all the activity that had been going on but the touch was almost too much for Gabby. She let out a long sigh as she felt the tension building inside her. John felt it too. Because of the constraints of his cock being inside his trousers, the sensations that he had been feeling had be severely reduced hence he was able to control himself much better that his mother. However he knew that things were moving on quickly now and he wanted more. He moved his hands quickly back down to her panties but this time he pushed his whole hand around to cup his mother’s pussy. At his touch Gabby bucked and pushed herself into his hands, trying to get as much contact onto her pussy as possible. John knew his mother was now his for the taking. He could feel that she was approaching orgasm and that excited him more than anything else he had experienced. Lifting his hand off her pussy he cupped his thumbs into his mother’s panty elastic at the hip and slowly began drawing them down off her body. Gabby lifted her hips slightly off her son allowing him to lower her panties. When he had got them to about mid thigh he stopped. Firstly because they were becoming stretched and were starting to bring his mother’s legs together, but most importantly because he wanted to know they were there. He wanted to see them to know exactly what he was doing with his mother. Quickly retracing his steps he returned his hand to his mother’s pussy only this time it was naked. He touched her pussy at the top, feeling the hairs brush into his had for the first time, he moved his hand slowly through his mothers pubic hair, feeling the sweltering heat coming from between her legs. He touched the top of his mother’s pussy lips and immediately Gabby gave a shudder. Unperturbed he moved his hand down, amazed at how wet she was, passing over he clit and pushing on to the entrance to her love hole. He wanted to be in her, he needed to be in her. Pushing between her widely spread outer lips her caressed up and down through her inner lips, pausing to circle and pinched her clitoris. His left index finger remained on her clit, massaging it in tight circles while the fingertips of his right hand reached forward to the entrance to her vagina. Without pausing he entered his mother with first one finger then a second, sinking them to the third knuckle. Gabby gasped, she had never felt so on fire and knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer. Slowly he fucked her with his fingers, all the while playing with her clit. Gabby’s hips were now dancing in time to her son’s thrusts. She could feel the orgasm building and didn’t know how she was going to hide it from her husband. John’s finger fucking became more intense matched by Gabby’s hips as struggled to keep up with him. Suddenly it hit her an orgasm of such intensity that she almost winded her son as she pushed back into him. Clamping her mouth shut she was able to stifle her scream but couldn’t help but let out a whimper. All the while John was thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy feeling the extra fluid that flooded his mothers sex as she orgasmed. He cupped his fingers around her pussy massaging slowly as his mother came down from the most intense orgasm of her life. Her breathing was short and laboured as she fought for breath. “Are you alright back there?” Peter, John’s Dad asked. “Sure Dad, mum’s just got a little bit of cramp is all.” John replied, trying to keep as calm a voice as possible. “We’ll be home soon, don’t worry”. Having recovered from her orgasm, but still short of breath, Gabby turned to her son. Looking into his eyes, she smiled a kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you son!” she whispered. Turning round Gabby took hold of her panties and pulled them back up her legs in case her daughter should turn round and see them. However she did nothing to remove her son’s hands from her pussy, nor did she object when he started to probe at her sex a second time, again entering into her and playing with her clit. “What are we going to do now?” she wondered as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the ministrations of her son’s fingers. Gee Whiz! It's My G! In an exclusive enclave in the south of France, Ukrainian-born beauty Milla Jovovich surfaced in her sumptuous bed, and stretched her wickedly sexy body. She pressed a button and the electronically controlled drapes parted confronting her by the sight of a beautiful, crisp morning. The flowers in her garden were in full bloom and the swimming pool reflected the azure sky. She felt elated. Stepping out to the garden, her short silky white robe rubbed on her stubby nipples and they quickly made an impression on the fabric. She padded her way to the flowers and sat on her heels to touch each one, sniffing, and remembering the time when she was a young child adoring the flowers in the park. Now she had them all and she's very delighted. Seeing her own flower right up between her thighs, she felt she had to leak. So she let forth a stream on the bald spot of the grass. After the deed was done she wriggled her hips and stood feeling satisfied. "I've done this before on other peoples' garden, why not on my own?" she said with a mischievous dirty laugh. "Luisa! Luisa! " she called her maid. "Oh where is she?" Then she remembered when she rubbed her forehead. Luisa had not reported since yesterday. What happened to her? So she had to fix her breakfast herself. She went back inside the house, strode to the kitchen, and got a box of Cheerios from the fridge and fresh milk. She poured the cereals in the bowl then added the milk. She avoided coffee otherwise she would be smoking too early in the day. She'd been trying to cut down her smoking. It was 9:00 am and she ambled about the poolside carrying her sun protective lotion. She was already naked when she lay herself on the sun bed except for the blue aviator sunglasses. She applied the lotion, and stretched out basking in the sunlight. She was all alone by herself and being naked was perfect. Later she dove into the pool and gave her body a thirty-minute swimming work-out. When she climbed out of the pool she felt no idle bones in her body. Her body was jumping with energy. She grabbed her toweling robe, walked back into her room, and stepped into the shower to wash the chlorine off her body. She shampooed her shoulder length spiky blonde hair with almond milk shampoo and lathered herself with the shower gel. When she stepped out of the shower she felt so fresh and looked well-scrubbed that she wanted to give herself a head if she could only do it. She sat at the dresser table and looked at herself in the mirror. Her platinum blonde hair had a stunning effect on perfectly tanned body. Then she took this little bottle of Design Visage by PAYOT, a cosmetic product made in Paris that she found so effective in reducing the visible signs of aging on her face. Not that she was getting wrinkly. Since she had started using it, her face had become more smooth and radiant. "What am I gonna do today? It's been almost four weeks since I had a fuck. That guy I went to bed with didn't bother even to see me again or even call me back. Bastard! I liked him and I might even fall in love with him. What's the matter with my type of men? If I like 'em they vanish out of sight. But I'm glad I'm single again. I like the freedom. I can also choose whom to fuck. She smiled at her thought. This is the reason why she had stayed longer in her villa here in the south of France. It's because of the guy named Pierce that she was waiting to show up. So far nada. She had a sizzling romance with him and then ticked off without a trace. By next week she had to be back in LA to start filming her next film project. Will I ever see him again? She took the clicker and pressed a button on the clicker then a soft funky tune with a sensual female voice that seemed to come out from a telephone came forth from her CD player. She went to her closet and selected something to wear. She liked white and so she picked a simple slip dress she bought in LA and lay it on the bed. She walked up to the bureau and opened the second drawer to pick a pair of white panties but on second thought decided not to wear one. She liked the reflection of herself in the mirror. She pinched her rather large pair of nipples and missed Pierce who drooled on them and chewed them on so eagerly. Closing her eyes and thinking about Pierce doing it on her nipples caused uproar in her pussy. Gosh! Pierce why do I long for you? Ahh, men! Then she slipped on the dress. The dress is short that when she sat on a swivel chair facing the mirror and crossed and uncrossed her legs like Sharon Stone in her flick Basic Instinct. She herself was a born voyeur. She teasingly spread her legs and remembered the time she does this to flirt on men. They turned to wolves. She laughed at the thought. She slipped on the white Napa leather sandals and walked about her new house and checked if there's something else that she'd add for its décor. Suddenly her doorbell rang. "Who is this? I am not expecting anyone!" so she hurried to the door and put an eye onto the peephole before opening the door. She saw a guy with his back turned to her. She opened a crack without disengaging the chain lock. "Err...Good morning Miss Lovovich. I am Luisa's brother." "Who?" "Luisa. Your girl. She works for you." "Oh, Luisa." She disengaged the chain lock. Suddenly she was face to face with the best looking male she had ever seen. He was Latin, younger than her by two years perhaps, long black curly hair, green eyes, athletic body and lips she wanted to touch. He wore blue jeans and white pocket T shirt. Pierce was nothing compared to this guy. For a moment there was silence as they checked each other out. Then she let him in. "Why? What happened to Luisa? Is she sick?" "Ugly skin rashes all over body. Doctor told her she's allergic to oysters." "That's awful." "What's your name?" "Prieto," She didn't know she has a brother. "I thought Luisa was the only child." "She's the only girl and she's my stepsister. She asked me to run errands for you while she's absent." "I drive limos in Sao Paolo and I came here to visit Luisa." "You can drive for me?" "If you say so. I could also cook for you. I can cook pasta." "Oh really! You could be handy." "How long will you be staying here in France?" "I give myself one week. I wanted to see the Gypsy Kings in person. I am a fan of them. Then back to Sao Paolo. I am pursuing a career there as a musician. I play the guitar in a club there." Milla went to the bar. She poured herself a glass of orange juice. "Want a cold drink or a beer? "Thank you, a beer will be fine." "Your English-speaking is good." "I went to an English school." "Here you are, French beer ok?" He nodded. Then Milla settled on the bar stool. Milla's short dress showed more of her killer legs. She wanted Prieto to ogle. Suddenly she noticed a bulge grew in the crotch of his jeans. It worked. Prieto pulled the ring on the can clumsily, and before he could prevent it, the beer frothed over the top. She reached for the nearby Kleenex and handed it to Prieto. When he took it, he felt the burn as their hands touched. The bulge, the beer froth, made Milla's pussy twitched. The air was charged with electricity. Prieto's face was flushed. Milla's beautiful face plus her naked pussy can make a man go insane. "Your sister will never know. Come closer to me," she said in her sexy best voice. Prieto took a long gulp from his beer until his face was flushed red and then he came closer to her placing the can on the bar counter. Milla spread her legs wider. She had gained two or three pounds since her vacation and her legs had become fleshy all the more looking sexier. Slowly Prieto's hand touched her supple thighs and crept up with caressing fingers. The touch sizzled. In turn Milla touched his bulge and rubbed in a rotating motion. He began to breathe hard at the sensation of being rubbed and feeling her pubic hair that shrouded her soft sensitive part. His cock beneath his jeans was like a bull raging at the gate. Before he could wander his hands elsewhere on her body, it was all over. There was a wild, familiar throb in his pants, and to his eternal humiliation; Prieto dela Brocha came in his pants. "Susmaryosef!" he exclaimed in his Catholic expression. "I don't believe it!" Milla knew what happened and smiled. "It's a shame, I'm totally embarrassed?" Prieto said. "No, no don't feel bad, it's just normal, just an accidental firing, believe me, you could do it properly," Milla said comfortingly as if this was just an ordinary mishap. "Can I take a shower, Miss Lovovich?" "Yes, go ahead and stop calling me Miss Jovovich. Call me Milla." "Thanks, Milla?" Prieto took the guest's bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and stepped under the shower. He took the bar of lemon soap and scrubbed his body to lather. Man I couldn't believe such luck and I couldn't believe I mess it up! Jesus! She's so goddamned beautiful and she's too much to absorb! These thoughts were running in his head. "Oh, Jesus!" He suddenly exclaimed. Milla Jovovich! Wasn't she the actress who appeared with Bruce Willis in the movie "The Fifth Element? Oh, my Lord, I masturbated probably 10 times thinking of her and here I am in her house, face to face with her, this is incredible! I..." He was thinking aloud. Out of her mini dress, Milla got into the shower behind him, carrying her half filled glass of orange juice with ice. She nuzzled the cold glass behind his back. "Don't move! Don't turn around," she commanded, then gulped off the remaining orange juice from the glass. "Just relax," she said and put down the glass on the floor tile. Sure. What was he here for anyway? Wasn't it that he'll just follow her every command, run errands for her just like his big sister told him to do? He thought about what to say, but it was too late for words. With great confidence, she was reaching for his balls, cupping them delicately, and applying just the right amount of tingling pressure before falling to her knees. "Now!" she said urgently. "Turn around now!" "Biiig!" she exclaimed and the more bigger it looked. Her hypnotic opalescent eyes gazed up at him while her pouting lips opened up elegantly to take his pulsating member inside her mouth. The exquisite lips moved and Prieto closed his eyes surrendering to the sensation of her jabbing and stroking tongue. "How's that?" she said when she surfaced. "Marvelous," Prieto croaked. "I'm glad your hardness is back." She said and stood. Running his hands through her hair, he softly murmured her name. "Milla, I didn't realize you're the actress I raved about. You're so beautiful, I can't believe this is happening to me." "Ah, Prieto, your handsome," she whispered back, feeling the soft, fine curls at the base of his neck. They stood up against each other, exploring, tasting, and indulging, in long lingering soul kisses. "Come, let's do it in my room." She had a black and white furry rug on the shiny wooden floor of her bedroom. Together they sank on the rug. Prieto's body was a bit wet. He gazed upon her naked body. Slowly, at last he started caressing her breasts, gently at first, his fingertips barely brushing her nipples, until his touch finally grew stronger, and soon he replaced his fingers with his mouth. His mouth traveled down, at a snail pace savoring every inch of her smooth body. Finally it got stuck in her dark blonde bush. Sighing with pleasure, she reached toward his hardness, stroking it and squeezing it. "Prieto," she purred. "I want to be on top," she said. "You're pussy is like sweet carioca," he said wanting to eat her longer. "I want a blended orgasm. Have you explored a woman's G-spot." "What's that?" "It's inside the cunt. Give me your index and middle fingers," she commanded. She licked them both slicking with lots of her saliva. "Now put them right up inside me, the pulps of your finger facing you, alright?" He did until they got inside right up to his knuckles. "Oooh that's good. Now imagine looking at a clock and the time is 11:00 o' clock and 11: 05 and then move your fingers somewhere in between that time frame, pan them from left to right till you hit the spot. The pulp of your fingers must pressed the upper walls of my vagina, try to feel inside and locate a dime size thing there. OH yeah, I can feel something . . . yeah great sensation . . . I think you found it . . . Oooh God! . . . Its sooo good! . . . Put a little pressure ... that's fine ... now start licking my clitoris...oh...ohh...Oh God, I'm feeling it . . . Yes! Milla's excitement was infectious. Prieto fingered her cunt the way she liked it and while his two other fingers were stretching and shaking her plump cunt lips, his tongue was waving like crazy around her clit area. Milla was groaning almost non-stop at the mind-boggling sensation. At last Milla's cunt ejaculated a skim milky substance that soaked his fingers. "Was that because of the G-spot?" he said in amazed tone. "Licking my clit and arousing the G-spot at the same time will give the most satisfying orgasm a woman could ever get!" she replied. "A woman will not ejaculate if she reached only a clitoral orgasm. Milla gave him lascivious blow job for a minute or two before straddling him, her back towards him. Slowly, she grounded his hips, using his cock to locate again that ever lusty spot inside her. Her hands were behind her back clasping with his hands as she went up and down. If she pauses to use muscle control around his dick, he will bend his knees, feet both on the floor and push his pelvis and bonk her upwards. It was a give and take fuck and both were joyful. Then Milla revolved to face him. She was amazed that Prieto was still at it, going the distance. His straight cock with a slightly tilted up head was right for this position. So much better If she leaned towards him. At last she found the best position that was hitting right through her G and she could even kiss him and he could fondle her breasts. At last she came, breathing and gasping and was all shook up. She never thought she would have another powerful orgasm. The G spot, would give her total orgasm and more was coming like it was endless. When she pulled out from him she gazed over his throbbing cock. "Gosh, it's much bigger!" "I've got an idea. Lie on your back and I'm going on top," Prieto suggested. Milla obliged and felt she was geared for another orgasm. Prieto seized her ankles with his hands, spread her legs apart and plunged his 8-inch cock into her sopping cunt. Then he draped her legs over his shoulder. Then he pumped away slowly and then faster. Milla wailed. "Ahhh, this is good. Omigod, think I'm coming again. Prieto varied his position from the squat to push ups then back to squat. Milla was delirious. Finally he was in a kneeling position, clasping the top of her thighs as her legs were still on her shoulder, her hips way off the floor, and pumping her like a maniac. Once in while he would pummel her breasts, tweak her nipples and play her clit. She came again and screamed like she never had before. "I'm coming Milla. Can't hold back anymore!" When Prieto pulled out his cock, he straddled Milla's body, moving forward and kneeling on one leg, he jerked off his long dick until it spurted out long loops of his load splattering on Milla's chest and tummy. Milla watched with all excitement. Then she took his cock, swallowed it into her mouth and his climax seemed to go on longer than any climax he'd ever had before. His cock flooded her mouth with his warm cum as the muscles of his massive thighs tightened like a bowstring. "Your cock was amazing!" she said breathlessly as she licked him off to the last drop. After resting for an hour, the couple went to the kitchen. Prieto decided to cook some pasta. He said he would do a Putanesca. So he tied an apron to his naked body and began to work in the kitchen. Milla wore just a loose white shirt, with Sports Illustrated written above the left breast pocket and nothing underneath. As she looked at the handsome Prieto, she was feeling wickedly lustful. She was imagining herself cuddling behind his back and snaking her hands under that apron and playing with that long, thick cock of his again. She did it. Who would think of food when they had each other together.