LOGINI swallowed hard, trying to find the words while my brain begged me to just shut up and just feel her. "They're so... fu-fucking... tiiiiiiight. They're squeezing, like... everything!"Mom giggled happily, clearly delighted by my description. "Yeah, they do that. What else?"I let out a shaky breath as she dragged her tits along my length again. "Warm, Mom. God, they are just...insanely fucking warm."She smiled, then suddenly lifted her hands off of my thighs to squeeze the sides of her breasts again and pushed hard. She bunched them together, forcing the soft flesh to bulge through the oval opening at the top, which in turn created a cozy, vise-like canal for my dick to slide through."How about now?" she asked, her tone curious even though she already knew exactly what the answer would be."Fuuuuck!" I wailed with pleasure, eyes rolling back for a second as my leg began to twitch."What are my
"I'm going to take your shorts off now, okay?" she said in a calming cadence.I could only nod, my tongue completely tied.She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and boxers at the same time and pulled them down in one slow, practiced drag, showing off some of her long-hidden expertise. My rock-hard cock sprang free immediately and bobbed up and down, enthralled to finally come face-to-face with the object of its obsession."Well," Mom murmured, eyes ballooning with admiration, "I guess you really do take after your father."I felt a surprised smile on my face, not to mention a strange connection to Dad in that bizarre moment. "He was big, too?"She bit her lower lip, staring at my throbbing length. "Not... quite this big, honey, but I still think you owe him a big thank-you."I nudged one of her heavy tits with my knee, marveling at how firm and resistant the outer curve felt while compressed in tha
She sucked her cheeks in, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Do you... I mean, I-I can put it on, if you want to see it." She didn't sound nervous at all, but actually rather thrilled-- chomping at the bit to show me how serious she was, or perhaps, to show off for me."I mean, I guess if you want me to see how it looks I could, uh... take a peek."She scurried around to the opposite side of the bed. "I haven't worn it in a while, but I'm sure it still fits." With that, she turned her back to me."Seriously?" I asked. "After everything you just said, you're gonna hide?"She glanced over her shoulder with a playful look and pulled her bikini top up over her head. "Don't be pushy, now. Can you unhook me, Bambi? No peeking!"I leaned forward and unclasped her bra, my eyes trained on the back of her neck so I would not be tempted to disobey her. The moment the hooks released, the cups sagged dramatically forward, yanked down by the sheer weight
My cock throbbed painfully in my shorts, betraying me with every pulse. I had fantasized about her for longer than I cared to admit, but once it was actually happening, it all felt too fast - and too real.My brain slammed into flight mode. I stood up suddenly, my heartbeat hammering in my ears, my palms clammy enough to soak through a sponge. "Mom, I--"She grabbed my arm and tugged me back before I could take a single step. "Bambi, please! I-I'm really good at it, I promise."I let her slowly pull me back down onto the edge of the bed while she kept talking, her voice desperate and hurried."You just... All you have to do is sit there and let me handle things. I know you've been thinking about them - my boobs, I mean - so I thought maybe you'd want to help me. Your face won't even be in it!""Then why me, Mom? You could do it with anybody!"Her face fell, genuine sadness clouding her eyes. "I... can't do it with anyone else. I've thought about it, and the idea of doing it with a str
"Mom! W-what the fuck!" I yelped, scrambling to cover myself with both hands. In my panic, and with the glass of lemonade still in my hand, I accidentally spilled the drink all over my lap and thighs."Looks like somebody likes my boobs more than they're letting on," she said, her eyes dropping straight to my crotch. In my panicked state, she sounded exactly like a cat set to play with a doomed mouse or bird."Why did you do that?" I asked, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance heating my face."I needed to see if I was right," she replied calmly. "Earlier in the kitchen... you were hard then, too."It wasn't a question. It was a statement."I didn't think you'd noticed," I said, unable to make eye contact with her."I did," she said, "but I needed to make sure it wasn't just a coincidence."I pursed my lips, face burning. "Well, it clearly wasn't, so go ahead and laugh at me for being--""I'm not laughing," she insisted, completely deadpan.I threw my hands up in defeat, no longer bot
The top was barely more than two small triangles of fabric stretched over her swollen tits, their tightly drawn edges digging into her soft flesh hard enough to draw thin creases where they bit down. Her breasts spilled out from every possible angle: overflowing the sides, bulging around the bottoms of either cup, with a cleft of dizzyingly deep cleavage between them.The only justification I could think of was that, since I'd already seen her areolas in the kitchen, she didn't feel weird about wearing such a salacious garment around me. The triangular cups - if they could be called that - covered her nipples, but that was about all they hide. Around the sides and bottoms of the fabric scarps peeked delicious slivers of pink, bumpy flesh. While it was technically more modest than going fully topless, the choice to wear something so scandalous in my presence actually made her look even sluttier. It was more than mere sunbathing-- she had dressed up for me."What... are you wearing?" I
I can't believe Sheila gave me her father's number to call him. Sure, she was shitfaced and puking everywhere, but she knew, Mary and I were curious about him. Mr. Jeffries oozed sexiness. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. As soon as she told us to call him, I grabbed my phone, tellin
I thought he was going to make a joke about smells. I never thought he was going to say he would think about my privates. Now, I was the one who couldn't speak. It was one of those times where a minute felt like an hour. Dad mimicked my toothy smile back at me as he started pulling his jeans up. Fi
I didn't know what I was going to say to him. I was terrified that he was disappointed with me. How was I ever going to face him after tonight? I texted him back, "Hey, Dad. I am so sorry for not being honest with you about what I was doing for work. I am really embarrassed right now and don't want
Eric grinned at me and gave me a thumbs-up as he walked away. My father withdrew from me. I felt empty and didn't want it to be over. I don't know what caused me to say what I said. "No, Dad. Please. You're not done. Please, keep going." I begged. I couldn't believe what I had just turned into.My







