Built For One Thing Ch. 2byG. H. Lawrence©
So Dad was home, for a couple of weeks at least, and life dropped back into its dull summer routine. Dad worked, I worked out and Mom kept her gorgeous figure toned by doing laps in the pool. I felt as though a fleeting, sexual game of musical chairs had been played, with Mom and me getting naked and fucking, my big cock pounding her pussy and squirting cum on her face in perfect time to one of those screechy Bon Jovi tunes on the Billboard chart that month. But the party had ended when Dad opened the front door. Mom kept sleeping with Dad, of course, and I slept alone. Worse, fucking Mom hadn't so much as put a chisel to my rock-hard desire for her; I wanted her more than ever.
Dad didn't notice anything amiss. (Then again, it's not like he'd ever suspect his wife and son of screwing each other. What she and I had done was so unthinkable, it carried a built-in alibi.) He and I had manly discussions about the upcoming NFL season-our one topic of mutual interest-and he even accompanied me to the gym a couple of times. Four, five minutes on the treadmill and he was done for. Call the paramedics. Call Domino's and ask for extra cheese. Call Richard Simmons and tell him to get his sissy ass over here and whip my father into shape.
As for Mom, her ultra-busty shape didn't need any help. One morning when I got a nice long look at her in profile, her big tits were stretching a thin T-shirt like two springy water balloons and her curvaceous ass was rounding out a pair of tight cotton slacks. My cock got hard so fast I felt my underwear rip. I had to have her again. I was losing my mind.
She, on the other hand, acted like nothing had happened. She was as flirtatious as ever-but in a knowing, teasing way. She'd walk up and throw her arms around me, arching her back to rub her massive breasts against me and sliding her hands down to my ass. She'd coo with lust, then she'd let go and walk away before I could return the favor.
When I made overtures, her roadblocks went up. Once when I came home for lunch after a long morning at the gym, I found her lounging by the pool in a white bikini I'd never seen on her.
"It's new," she said with a naughty grin, and her eyes led mine down her body. The triangle cups strained against her huge tits like patches on inner tubes; lower down, beneath her flat, oil-slicked tummy and between the womanly flare of her hips, a tiny triangle of fabric revealed a maddening wisp of her beaver at its top edge. "Looks like you like it," she said, gazing at my crotch.
I looked down. My cock was tenting monstrously in my sweatpants like a ten-inch lead pipe. I kneeled down and ran my tongue along her cleavage. It was a long trip. Her skin tasted like coconut.
Her nipples sprouted under the bikini, but she gripped my shoulders and gently nudged me away. "Bobby, we can't," she said.
So the sexual drought dragged on, and I started getting used to it. I'd spent half of my life wanting to bang Mom, so the frustration was nothing new. I hung out at Frieda's Diner with my buddies. I started football training camp. I watched Mom's big tits jiggle around the house and I thought back on that unbelievable night.
Then I unknowingly found Mom's weak spot. I asked a girl out.
Her name was Rachel and she was a varsity cheerleader. She was nicely built-nothing like Mom, of course, but she had smooth legs and a set of D-cups. A guy who'd gone with her the previous year told me she was a good fuck. Two or three dates and jackpot. At least it would take my mind off Mom for a while.
Mom's eyebrows shot up in alarm when I told her my plans for the evening. "Oh, really?" she said as we stood in the kitchen drinking tomato juice. Then her lips pursed in the usual pouting routine, but the humor was absent. She almost sounded bitter when she asked, "Rachel, eh? Is she prettier than me, Bobby?"
I tried to match her earnest tone. "No, Mom. No woman is as gorgeous as you."
"Okay," she whispered, her eyes glimmering with tears. She hurried out of the room.
"Have a good time, sweetie-bear," she said, her voice breaking and fading away. I could tell she was heading up the stairs to her bedroom. A second later the door slammed.
She needn't have worried. My date with Rachel turned out boring and I couldn't wait to get home. She droned on about the chemistry class she flunked and how Donny Blake was a dick. I liked Donny and couldn't pay her much lip service on that one. Instead I pulled onto a side street and paid her some of the other kind of lip service. She was a decent kisser but she stopped my hand when I slipped it under her sweater.
"I like you, Bobby, but that's as far as I want to go on the first date."
"Sure, okay," I said. I drove her home and she gave me a long, juicy kiss goodnight. She probably was a good fuck, just like Donny the dick said. I told her I'd call her.
Mom didn't ask about my evening the next day and seemed just as cheerful as ever. In fact, she was more flirtatious than ever. As I was storing some boxes on a high shelf in the pantry, she came up behind me and squeezed my shoulders. "Mmm, nice and big," she purred. "You're big in all the right places." She scrubbed her breasts against my back and ran one hand lightly over my crotch.
This banter kept my cock hard all day. And it got better. Around five that evening, she turned her back to me and said, apropos of nothing, "How does my butt look, honey? Is it firm and curvy enough?"
I looked down. She was wearing her tightest, sexiest jeans, a pair of faded Levis with small back pockets and a narrow cut that clung to her wide hips and sumptuous ass like wet tissue paper.
"It looks great," I said.
She spun around and my eyes ventured back up. "How about my big rack?" she asked. Her huge tits were thrusting up out of a pink, square-necked tank top, one of the hottest pieces of clothing she owned. It was stretched so taut over them that I could plainly make out the lace pattern of a sheer white demi-bra. I almost blew my nuts in my shorts.
"Think I need to go in for a lift yet?" she asked. "I don't." She cupped her hands under her globes and hoisted, letting them heave up and down a couple of times just like she had done that day on the sidewalk years before. I recognized the same wicked grin on her face, too.
"Your tits are fantastic," I said. "They're huge and they're perfect." I took a step toward her. "Watching them bounce up and down like that makes me want to squeeze and suck them and then put my big dick in your pussy."
She drew a breath and unzipped her jeans. "Ooh, yeah, Bobby, let me see your big, thick cock. Then I want you to fuck me with it." She grasped her jeans at the waist and started pulling them down over her hips. Then she pulled down her black, high-cut panties and showed me her beaver.
I reached down and grasped my zipper. My cock was throbbing. It would break in half if I didn't get it out of my pants and into her cunt.
Then I heard something I didn't want to hear. A car was pulling into the garage. A BWM 750i. Dad was home.
Taking deep, calming breaths, Mom and I trotted into the living room and enacted a normal-looking scene. Her jeans were back up, of course, and she lounged on the sofa with an issue of Redbook. I sat in a Broyer chair with my feet propped disobediently on the coffee table-that alone should have signaled everything was fine.
Dad came in and said hello. He sat on the arm of the sofa next to Mom and seemed more lively than usual. Talking fast, he told us about a big project at the oil company. The firm was going to buy out some little outfit called Allied Conduits, and company stock would split two-for-one.
"Oh, Charles, that's wonderful," Mom said.
"Yeah, it is," I mimicked blankly. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
"Let's go to a movie!" he said.
Mom and I looked at each other. "Sure," we said in unison.
We chose a show early that evening at a multiplex just down the beltway. After dinner we got ready. Dad snatched his keys from the kitchen counter and Mom threw a cardigan over her tank top.
But just as we were stepping into the BMW, the phone rang. Dad jogged back inside. Mom glanced at me and licked her lips. I stared at her outrageous bustline and felt my balls filling with cum like the fuel tanks on the Space Shuttle. Would I ever take Mom back into orbit?
Muffled through the door, we could hear Dad's distressed voice in conversation. Then he came back out with a hangdog look.
"Oh, shit, they've called an emergency board meeting about this takeover bid. I have to be there. Sorry, kids."
"It's okay, Charles," she said. Luckily, he was too distracted to notice her lack of disappointment.
"Well, you two have a good time at the movie. I gotta go. Take the sedan. I'll take your car, Jill." She rolled down the passenger window and tossed him the keys to her Jag. He fired it up, wheeled around the front driveway and was gone. I only heard the gears grind once.
I was almost shaking with lust. I steadied myself and slipped into the driver's seat of the BMW. Mom put her hand on my leg and my stomach somersaulted. I looked at her. "Do you want to go to the movie or stay here?" I asked.
"Neither. I want you to take me somewhere where we can strip naked and you can give it to me, Bobby. You have to put your big ten-inch cock in me again. I can't wait another day!"
"I want you to suck my tits and pump my pussy until I scream!" She practically moaned the words out. Then she leaned over and slid her tongue into my mouth. I was ready to do her right there in the garage.
She sensed this and broke the kiss. "Come on, honey, drive us somewhere so we can get down to business. Take me where you take your dates. What's that place called? The Tunnel? Is that where all the guys fuck their girlfriends?"
"Yeah." The Tunnel wasn't really a tunnel, just a woodsy back road north of town with lots of dark little turnouts and very little traffic.
"Well, I'm your girlfriend now, Bobby. I want you to take me to the Tunnel and fuck me. I want you to give me a good, long, hot fuck and then squirt your cum all over me."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, starting the car and backing out of the garage. "I'm gonna squirt it in my pants if you keep talking like that."
"Then I'll keep quiet until we get there. I'll just rub your big dick through your jeans."
The drive took about 20 minutes but it seemed like four hours. I tuned the radio to a rock station and Mom kept massaging my crotch. Occasionally she'd lean over to stick her tongue in my ear and whimper.
I swung the car into my favorite turnout, just past a sharp bend in the road and virtually invisible to passersby. I turned off the engine and lights and cracked the two rear windows a couple of inches. She stared at me in the pale moonlight.
"So, this is where you bring your girls?"
"Is this where you fucked that little hussy Rachel last night?"
"I didn't fuck Rachel last night."
"I bet you wanted to. I bet you've put your big dick inside lots of girls here."
I shrugged. I had.
"Are they cute? Do they all have hot little bodies?"
I looked at her and smirked.
"As hot as mine?" she asked defiantly. "I doubt it. First of all," she said, pulling her sweater from her shoulders and yanking her top up, struggling to get it over her tits, "do any of them have a set of tanks like these?"
I looked. She cupped her hands proudly under her huge globes, which were practically exploding out of the demi-bra. Her small, dark aureoles were clearly visible and her tits were shimmying faintly.
"Jesus Christ," I whispered.
"Do you want to suck my tits, Bobby?"
I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged over and put my hands where hers had just been, then I hastily ran my tongue along her deep cleavage just like I had done by the pool a few days earlier.
"Ooh, yeah, baby," she moaned. "I want you to do me just like you do those slut cheerleaders. I'm a much better fuck, as you know."
I kneaded her big, firm tits through her bra cups as I licked her broad décolletage. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned. Her breathing got slow and heavy and her breasts rose and fell with it. While I kissed and fondled her tits, she shrugged off her sweater and whipped her tank top over her head. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She pulled the straps from her shoulders and her big melons bounded out of the cups. Her nipples were sticking out at least a half-inch. I hungrily took the right one in my mouth and started sucking it. Mom gasped. "Oh, honey, suck my big melons. You make them feel so good. Ooh, Bobby, you're making me so fucking horny."
Ditto. My cock was throbbing and telescoping in my pants like a hydraulic cylinder. I moved to her other tit.
"Mmm," she moaned. "Is this what you do on your dates, honey? Do you suck their tits? Don't you like sucking my big jugs better?"
"Mm-hmm," I mumbled. Mom rubbed her palm on my crotch. "Jesus, you're hard as a brick." Her erect nipple rose even higher in my mouth. Then her hand found the pulsating head of my dong, and she went into a frenzy. Her fingers tugged frantically at my zipper. "Oh, god, Bobby, get your pants down, honey. Holy Christ, get your pants down so I can start sucking your dick."
Her panic was contagious. I unzipped my fly, lifted my hips, and tore my jeans and shorts down onto my thighs. My cock sprang out and stood straight up, bigger than I had ever seen it, towering up out of my groin almost to the center of the steering wheel like a veiny Saturn V rocket in the cool summer evening air. I felt the warm leather seat under my ass. I looked at her with a nasty sneer of pride.
"Ooh, Bobby," she said, gaping at my huge dick. Then she leaned across the seats toward it, her tits hanging down against each other.
"Suck it," I said.
Her mouth engulfed my rigid dick before I even got those words out. She stretched her jaw open and slid her full lips down the top half of it, and the car filled with slurping and smacking noises. On one downstroke she gulped loudly. Her saliva ran down my cock to my balls and glistened in the moonlight, and shuddering tingles ran up the bottom side of my dick. Her mouth felt like warm oatmeal. "Oh, honey," I moaned. "That feels so fucking good."
She pulled her lips off with a smack. "God, Bobby, your cock is even bigger than last time. I can barely get my mouth around it." She ran her tongue over the head. "I love sucking your big dick, baby. Have lots of girls sucked it?"
"Yeah? Well, can they do this?"
She drew a deep breath through her nose, and then something inhuman happened. She took my whole cock into her mouth. Inch after inch, her lips slid down my huge pole. I felt the head travel down her throat. I was sure she'd gag or chicken out, but her mouth descended right to my balls as the tip of my dick brushed what must have been her epiglottis. Then her tongue emerged from her lips and licked my nuts. I went cross-eyed and clamped my teeth to stave off pouring a load of cum down her windpipe. My abs tensed.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned into my groin.
"Oh, god. OH, BABY," I said between gasps. "You're sucking my entire cock. Jesus, I don't believe it. Just don't stop."
She tongued the base of my dick for another second and then slowly slid her lips all the way back up. Near the top she took in a deep breath that drew cool air along my shaft. It was incredible.
"God, Bobby, your cock is so big," she said. "I can't wait for you to fuck my pussy with it again."
Then her lips were at the head and she started sucking-hard. She was like a human Hoover. She sucked the blood out of my fingertips. She sucked my eyes back into my skull. "Ack," I croaked helplessly. She raised her head up and looked at me.
"Do the girls know how to do all that?" she asked, smiling.
"Uh-uh," I said as I ran one hand down her bare back and over her jeans to caress her shapely ass.
"That's what I thought," she said. "Ooh, Bobby, sucking you has gotten me so horny. Let's get in the back seat so you can put this big thing in me."
We hopped out and got back in through the rear doors. I took off my jeans and shirt. I stared at her massive tits, which stuck out in front of her like the cowcatcher on a locomotive and jiggled up and down, almost iridescent in the moonlight. She looked like a Vargas girl-only with enormous breasts. I drew her to me and started sucking them again.
"You can do that while you fuck me," she said. "Pull my jeans off and give it to me. I've never been so horny in my life."
She leaned back into the corner and thrust her hips toward me, with her ass on the edge of the seat. Here navel and her trim waist were beautiful and dramatic in the pale light. Then I unzipped her jeans. I couldn't wait to see her beaver again.
I grasped the waistline of her jeans and pulled. They were so tight on her big hips that they barely budged.
"Harder, sweetie," she said. "Hurry and stick your big cock in my pussy."
I hauled back on them at arms' length, scooching them down in a see-saw movement. Tug by tug, her bare hips appeared.
I got her jeans down to mid-thigh. "Oh, shit, that's good enough," she panted. "I can't wait any longer." She flipped over and got on her knees. Then she unceremoniously yanked her panties off her heart-shaped ass. Her juices were already running down her legs. "Fuck me, Bobby! Give it to me doggie style, honey. I need your big dick inside me right now!"
I saddled up against her ass and took my dong in hand. "Is your pussy ready for my big boy, baby?"
"Ooh, yeah, honey, slide it in and start pounding me!" She swiveled her ass hornily and looked over her shoulder at me with hungry eyes.
I found her entrance and slid my big cock into her. She was even tighter than I remembered.
"Oh, yes. OH, BOBBY!" she cried out even before the hilt of my cock reached her lips. "Ugh, sweetheart," she grunted. "Fuck my cunt with that big thing! Jesus, this is going to be better than the first time!"
Then all ten inches were inside her. I started sliding my big, long dick in and out of her fast and hard, just like I knew she wanted it. The hot membrane of her pussy sucked at my cock and made a squishing sound with each stroke.
"Ugh! Ooh, yeah, baby, satisfy my pussy with your big pole. All the way in and out. You know how I like it, sweetie-bear."
Indeed I did. I looked down and watched the entire length of my hammer back and forth under her ass.
"Give it to me, Bobby! Ooh, yeah! Harder!" She began lunging back to meet my thrusts. "Oh, god, your big balls are touching my clit!" I grasped her waist and pumped harder, and my pelvis stared making loud whacking sounds against her ass. Her huge tits were banging against her arms and the BMW was rocking from side to side with a jolly Bavarian squeak.
"Like that, baby? Is that good?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, Bobby, it's fantastic."
"Your pussy is so tight, honey. It's about time we did this again."
"I know! Fuck me, Bobby, give me all ten inches on every stroke! Ooh, yeah, your big boy makes my pussy feel so good! Ugh! OH, BOBBY! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME, HONEY, FUCK ME!"
Her wish was my command. I leaned down and sucked at the nape of her neck. She cooed and turned her face up toward me, her mouth open and waiting for my tongue. I stuck it down her throat. I was pounding her pussy so hard that our noses kept bumping together.
She raised up and I cupped my hands under her mammoth chest. Fantastic.
"Mmm, Bobby, I want to ride you," she whispered in my ear.
"Go for it, sister."
"Mother, son. I'm your mother."
I pulled my cock out of her. It was slick and hot with her juice. I sat down and watched her take off her jeans. When she leaned down to pull them off her feet, her huge knockers bounced against each other. Then she raised back up and faced me, grinning and buck naked, her bronzy, stacked figure radiating so much steam that the fogged windows were beginning to drip.