Tucker's Summer: The Beginning

I started writing this story as a way to purge the demons of rubbish and unbelievability from my thoughts and writing. However, I've had so much fun writing this that I got carried away. What I had planned to be a very short story grew larger by the minute until I decided to just turn it into a series. It is a story filled with preposterous body proportions and total inconceivability, but I hope it gives you a chuckle if nothing else.

Her little Adonis, that's what Mom was fond of calling me as I grew up. Staring at myself in the full-length mirror attached to my closet door, I could see why she did. At just a shade over six-feet tall, blond haired and blue eyed; I was quite a handsome young man. My naked reflection showed a body chiseled with broad shoulders, well-defined chest muscles and six-pack abs. At 18 and a half years old I was extremely proud of how I looked, but I had something else that I was even prouder of. Hanging between my legs was a large set of hairless balls and an 11-inch dick, when fully aroused anyway. Which, by the way, was most of the time. Yes Tucker, you have the world in your hands I thought to myself as my hand steadily pumped the beast in its grasp.

Yes, that really is my name. Tucker Woodruff. Beloved, and only son of Janice and Don Woodruff. My friends however call me Tucker The Fucker, every since it was discovered that I had shagged Cindy Ellison's Mom in her garage after doing their yard work almost a year ago. It only happened that one time, Cindy's Dad decided to do his own yard work right after that splendid day. I also gained valuable knowledge from that wonderful experience. Never, ever, tell my friends about anymore of my exploits. Offers to do yard work in the neighborhoods around my house have increased quite a bit this summer. Yep, the cash and the gash would be flowing this summer I chuckled to myself, my hand now pumping faster on my enlarged tool. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to build in my balls, until the sound of Mom screaming up at my bedroom window stopped that in its tracks.

"What Mom," I hollered down through the open window, knowing she wasn't able to see below my waist.

"I asked you to water the flowerbeds along this side of the house," she shouted up at me.

"I will," I told her irritably.

"Now mister, not next week," she commanded.

"Be right down," I said, and then went to put on some clothes.

Now I have to tell you about my Mother. Believe it or not, she is an honest-to-goodness librarian at the city library. She even looks the part, from the mid-calf dresses she wears, the always-present sweater draped over her shoulders, to the half-lens glasses hanging from a chain around her neck, when they're not perched on her dainty nose. I'm not implying that my Mother is not good looking, far from it actually. She has short dishwater blonde hair, stands about five-seven and probably weighs no more than a hundred and thirty pounds. She spends a lot of her free time by our pool, so I can honestly say that she has a killer body for someone who's forty-three years old. Even in the one-piece bathing suit she wears I can see she has enormous boobs, slightly wide hips and a firm looking round ass. She can also light up a room, her green eyes have a way of twinkling as soon as her full, sensuous lips, spreads into a charming and off-putting smile.

After throwing on a tee shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants I took the stairs two at a time and almost bowled Mom over at the bottom. She had just rounded the corner near the stairs and I ran right into her. Reacting quickly I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in my direction so she wouldn't land on her ass. Our bodies came together, her huge boobs mashed into my chest, and before I could stop us we fell backwards onto the stairs with her on top of me. She squealed when she felt my hands automatically grab her butt to prevent her from sliding down the front of me.

"Tucker! What the hell..." she croaked.

"Sorry Mom," I stammered not removing my hands from those glorious buns.

"Let me up right this minute," she said with a little anger in her voice.

I reluctantly released the death grip I had on her ass and tried to help her get off of me. The long dress she had on was making it difficult for her to place her knees on the stairs, and every time she squirmed our crotches rubbed against each other's. By the time she was able to spread her knees wide enough to straddle my hips I was in a state of arousal. Instead of my tube steak running down my pants leg, it had snaked its way up toward my navel. There was no way that Mom couldn't help but feel my meat pressed into her since she was all but sitting on it. Her face turned a bright red and I swear she let out a soft moan as she struggled to regain her feet, rubbing her crotch roughly against me in the process. Once we were able to stand I lit out of there before she had a chance to tear me a new one, raining apologies all the way to the back sliding glass door.

When I reached the corner of the house I stopped dead in my tracks. Stretched out on a towel right next to the pool she lay, in all her tanned; toned; evil glory. Julie Woodruff, the bane of my existence, the nemesis to my Captain Kirk, my older sister. Bitchiness personified. If you're wondering what she looks like, just picture what I said about my Mom. It was scary how much those two looked alike. As a matter of fact, both Dad and I have come up behind them on separate occasions, only to find out it wasn't who we thought it was. The only difference between the two is, Julie is twenty-three years younger and doesn't have the wonderful softness that Mom has, especially in the hip and ass areas. Julie does have the same enormous tits that Mom has, and with her top untied and her boobs flattened under her, I was getting quite the eye-full of the pale white side of the one closest to me. Another thing that Julie has is the same baby-blue eyes that I have, something we got from our Dad. As I stood there transfixed, eyes roaming over her glistening tanned body, I saw her eyes open and stare at me, a sneer formed on her face.

"What the hell are you looking at CREEP," she called out, emphasizing her favorite word for me.

"With that thong on, aren't you afraid of burning your box if you spread too wide," I shot back childishly.

"Fuck you pervert," she replied, then turned her face in the other direction.

Unsure which one of us had won that round I grabbed the water hose and began to wet down the flowerbed along this side of the house. Halfway through I glanced over my shoulder in her direction and noticed that she was lying right at the very edge of the pool. A devious plan soon began to take root in my sub-consciousness. Turning to face her I called out, the nozzle of the hose pointed her way.

"Ohhhhh Julie!"

As soon as her face came around to face me I let her have it. I squeezed the nozzle trigger to the maximum, releasing a powerful stream of cold water that caught her in the side right below her boob. She screamed as soon as the jet of cold water touched her and instinctively recoiled away from it. SPLASH! Into the pool she went, her bathing suit top still lying flat on the towel.

"Splish splash I was taking a bath," I snickered, bending over with laughter.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she screamed as soon as her head cleared the water.

"What the hell is going on out here," Mom shouted coming around the corner.

I didn't pay any attention to Mom; I was too engrossed in staring at Julie's huge boobs bobbing in the chest high water. Her light brown areolas were crinkled, and the quarter-inch nipples were hard enough to cut glass. My trouser snake was fast worming its way down my pants leg. Mom had reached the pool area and kept glancing back and forth between Julie and I, a deep frown etched on her face.

"Tucker..." she said shaking her head in frustration.

"She started it Mom," I said.

"I don't care who started it. I'm finishing it," Mom stated.

"But Mom," I tried to plead my case.

"No buts young man. And Julie dear, please cover yourself," she said glancing at Julie.

"Oh Mom, they're just boobs," Julie replied. To emphasize her point she placed her hands underneath her massive mammary glands and lifted them up out of the water for God and everyone to see.

"For pete sakes," Mom said, then grabbed the top off the towel and slung it to Julie. "Now put that on."

"Did you get your eyes full creep," Julie barked and covering her tits with the top got out of the pool and went inside.

"Why do you insist upon antagonizing your sister Tucker," Mom asked, staring at me with her hands on her hips.

"I don't know," I answered sheepishly.

"Well, please try and be nice to her. She's only here for the summer and then its back to college in the fall," she said.

"I'll try Mom," I told her as sincerely as I could muster.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes growing wider as she noticed the outline of my cock through the material of my pants leg. With a subtle groan and a pat on my cheek she turned and practically ran back to the house.

"Tucker. Yoo-hoo, Tucker," a voice called out from behind me as I was rolling up the hose.

Our house is separated from the one directly behind us by a five-foot high brick fence. When I turned around to see who was calling me I spotted Mrs. Crenshaw staring over in my direction. We have been neighbors for as long as I can remember and often times her and her husband Fred would come over and visit with my parents. Lately though I've caught her peeking over this way whenever I'm swimming or working on my tan. She is a nice older woman, probably in her mid fifties I recon, judging by the small amount of gray hairs on her head. I don't think you can call her fat, just pleasingly plump with big saggy tits and a bubble butt.

"Hi Mrs. Crenshaw," I said strolling over and looking at her on the other side of the fence.

"Hi Tucker. I was wondering if you had time to help me with a little chore?"

"Sure Mrs. Crenshaw. Just let me tell Mom where I'll be so she doesn't worry," I said.

"Okay, and Tucker, call me Dorothy, or as I prefer, Dottie," she told me, then turned and headed back to her house.

I watched her make her way to the patio at the back of her house and open the sliding door before disappearing inside leaving the glass door open. I also was aware that all she had on was a knee-length robe of some sort of thin silky material. My beast twitched in voluntarily. Mom and Julie were on the couch talking quietly when I went in to let her know where I was going. Julie still had on her bathing suit so I guessed she planned on tanning some more once I was out of her way. Julie crinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue at me, Mom just told me okay and to make sure I was back in time for supper. I don't know why she said that, I mean seriously, it was only 1pm after all.

Easily hopping the fence I went to the door and peered inside. The house was set up in such a way that the living room was right next to the glass door. Mrs. Crenshaw, Dottie, was reclining in a lazy-boy, her robe partially open exposing her legs and most of her thighs.

"Come in Tucker, don't be shy," she said lowering the footrest of the recliner so she was in an upright sitting position. The top of her robe parted a little with her movements and I was able to see almost half of both tits, creamy white against the red of the robe.

"What did you need help with Dottie," I asked a little nervously.

"I'm sorry Tucker, but I lied to you. I just wanted to get you over here so I could ask you about something I heard from Janet Ellison," she said pleasantly.

"What...what...did you hear," I stammered.

"Well dear," she spoke while leaning forward enough to run her hand down the front of my pants, "Janet tells me you have quite a monster inside these pants."

"I wouldn't call it a monster," I blurted, my nervousness fast being replaced by horniness.

"Anyway, I was wondering, hoping actually, if you wouldn't mind giving me a peek at it," she asked huskily.

"But Mrs. Crenshaw, I mean Dottie. What would your husband say if he found out?"

"Let me worry about Fred. I just want a little peek, it'll be our secret," she almost purred.

"I don't know Dottie," I said trying to sound unsure even as my hands made their way up to the waistband of my sweats.

"Just a little peek," she whispered.

Seeing the expectation in her eyes I slowly pushed the waistband down until my semi erect penis made its entrance. Since I never wear underwear, way too confining, it was easy to get my sweats down. Once the waist cleared my tube steak I let go and they slid the rest of the way to my ankles. There I stood bottomless in front of my neighbor, my hairless balls hanging down and my cock bobbing in the breeze. I couldn't understand why I was getting such a charge out of this, but one thing was sure, I wasn't going to stop until she told me to.

"Oh my," she gasped, one hand covering her mouth as the other reached out shakily and her fingers encircled my cock.

I felt a jolt of electricity flow through my veins as soon as her fingers tightened around me and her hand began to slowly stroke up and down my shaft. Her eyes remained fixed on the cock that was rapidly growing in her hand, a small drop of drool leaking its way out of the corner of her mouth. She stared mesmerized as my cock swelled to its full eleven inches and her short fingers were barely able to circle its girth. With her one hand stroking a little faster now, I watched her other hand dip into her robe and it was obvious she was tweaking her drooping nipples. Precum began to collect at the tip of my dick and the tugging she was doing made my hanging balls swing back and forth.

"Come a little closer dear," she said, at the same time pulling me forward by my rod.

Stepping closer put my dick right in her face. I watched in wild anticipation as her mouth opened and her tongue protruded out and gave the end of my mushroom head a tentative lick. A large smile spread across her lips right before she captured most of the bulbous knob inside her mouth and began to run her tongue around it in circles. Sitting on the edge of her seat she spread her plump thighs apart and dropped the hand that had been fondling her tits down to her hair-covered muff. I watched amazed as one, then two, and finally three fingers disappeared into what sounded like the wettest cunt I'd ever heard.

My cock was buried at least five inches deep inside her mouth when a shadow, or something, drew my attention to the open glass door. Standing there wide-eyed, just outside the door was Julie. Her mouth was hanging open and she had one hand rubbing her over-sized tits while the other hand was buried inside the tiny bottoms of her swimsuit. I could tell by the movement down there that she had at least one finger working her clit into a state of stiffness. With her eyes glazed over Julie worked her twat feverously with her fingers, I could see the telltale signs that she was getting close to coming. Her knees were wobbling slightly and her nipples poked through the tops' material as if they would break through the thin fabric.

Losing all control from the sight of my sister frigging herself I pushed Dottie off the end of my cock, and kept pushing until she was crunched up awkwardly on her back in the chair. Before she was able to protest what had to be an uncomfortable position, I bent down, grabbed her ankles and raised her legs up in the air. Scrunching down I lined my pole up with her sopping wet cunt and plunged almost nine inches into her. I wasn't the least bit surprised how loose her pussy was, not after seeing how she had damn near fist fucked herself from the very start.

"That's it! Give it to me you fucking stud," Dottie blabbered between breaths.

I could no longer watch Julie, but something inside me wanted to give her a good show. Over the next couple of thrust I was finally able to go balls deep in Dottie's hot slippery hole, pounding her mercilessly as her mouth gulped in great gulps of air. Smack, smack, smack came the sound of my balls as they bounced off her plump butt with each downward plunge of my rock hard dick. My nuts began to tighten, and when Dottie's cunt surprisingly clamped down on me, I let loose with a tremendous blast of jism.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" poured out of Dottie's mouth right before her whole body went limp.

SHIT! I thought I had killed the old gal for a minute there, but before panic could set in she stirred. Slowly I extracted my still pumped up prick from her stretched out hole. When the bulbous head cleared the outer folds of her puffy puss it was like a dam had broken. Glob after glob of cunt cream and dick snot poured from her orifice and left a slug-like trail down the front of her lazy-boy. Good luck trying to explain that to Fred I thought as I pulled up my sweats and tucked the monster in.

Finally able to sit up in the chair, Dottie glanced up at me with a dazed look on her face and said, "Thanks Tucker, I think I'm going to take a nap now."

I don't remember if I replied, or if she was even able to get out of the chair, all I knew was that Julie was gone when I turned around. I weakly climbed back over the fence and went upstairs to take a shower. I had to switch from hot water to cold after cleansing myself; the image of Julie touching herself wouldn't let my cock go down. After the cold water worked its magic I wrapped a towel around my waist I headed to my bedroom.

Our house has four bedrooms, three upstairs and a master suite on the ground floor. That was Mom and Dad's room. Julie and I each had a room, and the third one was supposed to be the guest room, but Mom stored a lot of her books and whatnots in it. The upstairs bathroom is located next to the spare bedroom so I had to walk by Julie's room to get to mine. As I passed her room I saw that her door wasn't closed all the way and I could hear whimpering sounds coming from within. Curiosity over-ruled reasoning and I gently pushed the door inward enough to see what was going on. Silently the door swung open revealing more and more of Julie's lair to my baby-blues. I almost fainted from shock, or it might have been from all the blood rushing from my brain to my dick that made me weak at the knees.

There in front of me was my sister, completely naked but with her back to me. She was straddling the seat of the wooden chair that's been in her room since we were in grade school. That in its self wasn't what drew my attention however. Attached to the seat by a suction cup was a flesh colored rubber cock that Julie was slowly impaling herself on. Granted, it wasn't quite as big as my dick, but from where I stood it looked fairly large. She had her hands gripping the back of the chair as she steadily rose and fell onto the rubber dong. Her ass cheeks opened a little on each downward pass and I was able to see her puckered brown hole and the way her pussy was stretching to fit the girth of the toy. On each upward glide her cunt lips hugged the sides of the slick looking shaft before pushing back inward on the down stroke. The towel I had on was sticking straight out in front as I stealthily backed away from her door.

In my room I was lying on my back in bed, the damp towel underneath me as I assaulted my pole with both hands. My eyes were tightly shut as visions of Julie danced in my head. Faster and faster my hands stroked my raging man meat until a creak near my door caused my eyes to spring open. Standing in the doorway was my Mother, an unreadable odd look on her face as she saw what her little boy was doing. Before I had a chance to even stop abusing myself she turned and left, quietly shutting the door behind her. Something was wrong here my lust crazed brain screamed. Isn't this the part where the Mother sees her son's dick and can't help but rush over and suck it? That's how all the incest porn videos and stories I've read go anyway. The wind left my sails and I gave my shrinking rod a final tug before closing my eyes for a nap, all interest in finishing the job at hand vanishing like a fart in the wind.