I Tricked My Busty Step-mom

I've lusted after Becky ever since the first day dad brought her home. Now, after a year of fantasizing about getting her large firm succulent hooters into my hands, I finally 'concockted' a scheme to make her mine.

My real mom left us for the west coast about a year ago and I rarely see her anymore. My dad immediately hooked up with Becky and I've certainly been glad just to see her around the house. Becky was quite a bit younger than my dad, only in her early 30's and, though she always dressed rather shyly, you could tell that not only was she thin, curvaceous and sexy as hell, but she was also quite stacked too. Since then, I've lusted after her to every bone in my body. I was 17 then, but now I am 18 and my hormones have only gotten stronger.

Becky was perfect in my eyes. She was 5'-4" with long, thin delicate arms and legs and the cutest face you've ever seen. Her lips were thick and kissable just like Angelina Jolie's. Her delicate body sported a thin waist and very nicely rounded hips, the kind you could easily imagine pumping into like a madman. She had such a thin waist that if you put your palms on either side of her, you'd swear you could touch your thumbs together, she was just that slim. Of course, the most amazing thing about her were her large, firm, succulent breasts, even more so in comparison to her thin, feminine, shapely form. I was later to learn that they form the perfect teardrop shape, wide, full, dangling fruits succulently tempting a man to madness!

Her tits weren't too huge, no not at all, they were just the right size for me. If a normal woman her size would have big tits, she'd probably have maybe a 34C cup, but Becky's were a couple of healthy sizes bigger than that. She had some mouth-watering sized hooters indeed. Yumm, yumm. A big pair of hooters on her frame might be a 34D. But her tits, I came to find out, were a wonderfully firm pair of DD's, 34-DD to be precise. Ooh, la, la send me to heaven! She always dressed conservatively however, but I couldn't help but stare at those large mounds that slightly jiggled every time she moved anywhere, that narrow waist, those round hips and suckable lips. She was just made for sex.

Now, I have always had a breast fetish ever since the first erotic novel I ever read. "Candy" was the story of this hot nymphomaniac slut who not only teased men with her gorgeous large hooters, but she let them suckle on her big thick nipples too. That novel just set me off as a horny youth and my eyes were always peering at every babe I could spy, seeking out the bumps of their nipples, the fullness of their womanly bosoms. I know it's shameless of me, but I've gotta admit that I've always looked at a woman's tits before her face. How shallow I am, I admit it. She'd have to be pretty special for me to look at her longer if she didn't have at least medium-sized hooters to begin with.

My step-mom Becky was kind and sweet but kept her charms well-hidden. That is how she caught a nice successful guy like my dad. She was also best friends with Roberta, who was almost like her slutty alter-ego. Roberta was really kind too but was one of those big-titted, starry-eyed, sensual babes who was into crystals, astrology and tarot cards and all that sorta stuff. She knew that all guys lusted over her, but she didn't mind at all. She felt God gave her such a nice body precisely so she could share it with all the needy men out there. It was her duty, she felt. She wanted to comfort and mother the men in her life while she still enjoyed her freedom, her liberation and her youthful firm body. She was so self-confident that she would often even let them do whatever they wanted to. She let men take her on her terms though, in her apartment, in her own place. She was a liberated woman, she believed. She wasn't really a slut, rather she was an independent woman, with her own apartment and she saw her true role in life was to service men and give them what they all truly craved, so long as they were respectful and nice. I mean, why else would she have been given such firm E-sized bosoms after all?

Roberta got her apartment right after high school and it became the place guys learned all about sex. They could stop in there after a night of partying and she'd let them into her bedroom, one at a time. She delighted in providing such extreme delirious delight to all those horny guys. They wanted to fuck so very badly, and she would let them fill her up, she was on the pill so they could pump her pussy all they wanted to, or overflow her mouth with manly nectar, if they so desired. It was her fuel for life; her purpose and her passion, she thought.

I remember 2 or 3 guys sitting in her living room once. It functioned sometimes more like a waiting room than an apartment someone lived in. One by one she would come and greet those horny guys, often stoned on their ass or drunk, in her long Indian gown or silky bathrobe and then she'd bring them out back to play. There they would ravish her like madmen, pound her pussy and grope and suck on her big tits as much as their hearts desired. As long as they were polite, she didn't mind servicing the guys at all. It made her feel more mature, more giving, more like the mother of the world, in her own secret kind of way.

I remember one virgin friend of mine, Connor. He got so excited when he saw her big firm tits exposed before his eyes that he dove in on them, sucking away wildly, and actually came all over her hands as she tried to free his cock from his pants. Roberta didn't mind at all. She thought it was cute and even took it as a compliment. Connor was so lust-filled from looking at her body that he fucked her three times that night before going home. He finally learned what sex was all about. She had him eat out her pussy which is what gave him enough inspiration to go that last time. Christ but he filled her up with so much cum!

Well, Becky delighted in what her friend did. It excited her to hear all the stories Roberta had to tell. She too had a soft spot for men, but she was shyer and more conservative and felt she'd get a better guy in life if she was more restrained in sharing her beauty. She only had sex a couple of times before accidentally meeting my dad. She never dressed so anyone could see the true size of her tits or nipples, no, not like Roberta did. They were great friends almost because they were such opposites.

Becky liked to wear button down shirts. She almost had a fetish for them. She was a secretary in a law firm and wore cotton button-down shirts almost like a uniform. She'd wear skirts with them usually and sometimes pants. Never too tight though. She didn't want to announce her nice baby-making hips too much.

I was just dying to see more of my step-moms tits. I mean she never showed them off with anything that was too tight, and she always wore those damn frustrating bras with plenty of lining in them so you couldn't detect even a hint of her nipples. Those damn bras were all the worse because the extra padding made her already large tits look even bigger, what with all the padding in them and all. That even made me all the more curious what her hooters actually looked like; what they actually felt like. Yes, I wanted to trick Becky into not just letting me manhandle her, but so that she would be the one to seduce me.

And so, it was that I broke up with my recent squeeze Sally. Sure, she had nice tits too, a pretty large and full pair of C-cups, but she paled in the looks department compared to my step-mom Becky. I was willing to go without pussy for a while if need be, if it meant I was going to be porking my step-mom soon.

My dad was quite handsome and a nice guy too. That's how he ever landed such a trophy wife as Becky. Well I certainly inherited his good looks too. I was just a younger, more fit version of himself. Becky, being so much younger than my dad was actually closer to my age than his. A part of her was still young and horny and she certainly noticed my good looks too. I played basketball after all.

So, my dad was called away to Asia for a full month's work assignment and that left Becky and me home alone. I also had spring break off of school and thought this would give me plenty of consecutive days to lure Becky into my plan. She came home after shopping that afternoon and found me 'nerding-out' over some video games in the living room. I feigned acting really depressed and with nothing to do.

"Why aren't you out with Sally?" she asked. "It's a Friday night."

"Oh, well, I don't want to. Who wants to go to a stupid party anyway?" I said with frustration in my voice.

"But you're young and in college. It's the time to hit it up, isn't it? You just need to drink responsibly." she responded.

"Nah, just forget it" I said sternly, acting kind of pissed off.

As Becky was putting the groceries away she couldn't help but act concerned. "Forget about what?" she asked. "You're not having trouble with your new squeeze, are you?" she honestly inquired.

"Becky, um, well... I dragged out responding just to make her all the more curious.

"Tommy, you can tell me. I just want to see you happy", she inquired.

"Forget about it." I said sternly and proceeded to keep playing my video game. I wanted her to feel all the more concerned about me. I wanted to bleed this out as much as I could.

After that, Becky didn't dare ask any more questions as she could see that I was a bit depressed and upset. She put the food away and started to prepare dinner for us.

I was actually winning at my video game, but I pretended to be not doing so well with more anger and frustration growing in my voice and exclamations as I killed about a thousand aliens on the screen.

So, we ate a delicious dinner and I acted really quiet no matter how much she tried to strike up a conversation. Right after the meal I quickly did the dishes and went back to playing my video game like I didn't have a life and wasn't going to do anything with the spring break time that was about to come.

"Tommy why aren't you going out. You've got plenty of free time now. It's spring break" she asked.

"Well, if you must know, Sally broke up with me" I finally told her as morosely as possible. I then screamed at a damn alien that just shot me dead.

Becky was surprised. She always liked Sally and thought that she and Tommy were a nice couple. They looked a lot alike, Becky and Sally, except that Sally was blond, a little bit shorter and, of course, quite a bit less busty than her too. Still, Sally was a fun and curious girl that most people liked. She had a beautiful face and was really one of the most popular girls in school. You could say that any girl with a C-cup chest or bigger, as long as they weren't fat, would be popular in school, but Sally was a cut above. She was really pretty, nice and smart too. "Why would they have broken up. Tommy is a pretty straight-shooting guy, and handsome too?" she thought.

"What happened? Or, don't you want to talk about it?" she inquired.

Tommy continued to be quiet and was almost cursing at the game from time to time. "OK, well, we don't need to talk about it if you don't want. It's just that I care about you and I'm kinda surprised, that's all" she asked again.

After letting the silence become heavy in the air, Tommy finally said, "Well, it's just that kinda..well, um...I just don't function like other guys, OK? She just, well, um...she just got fed up and dumped me like a rock!" he finally explained.

Becky tried to put the pieces together but was still confused. Her concern and caring instinct kicked in too. "So, what do you mean about 'functioning' like other guys?" she asked.

"It's just like. Well, things don't work right, OK? Like..not at all, alright?" he said in a very pissed off manner and while raising his voice.

"Work right?" she mumbled to herself. And then finally she understood exactly what his issue was, so she had to ask even more question. "Oh, I'm sooo sorry, you poor boy. Has this been a problem with all those other beautiful girls you've been with too? I had no idea at all. I feel so sorry for you" she gushed. She was now feeling so bad for this nice guy she didn't know how to comfort him.

"Yeah, tell me about it" he said in a most upset manner and stormed out of the room. He was lying through his teeth, but it was all part of his plan, ha, ha!

Well, Becky now felt very perplexed by all this. How could a young handsome guy have erectile disfunction at such a young age. Especially one with such good looks and a nice even personality. Surely she could try to help him, she thought, if only she knew more about his problem.

Tommy went up to his room and high-fived himself in the air. "Perfect!" he said out loud. He got her mothering instinct to kick-in, her caring and nurturing side. Now, maybe, she would start to change how she acted to him.

That night, Becky laid in bed and googled all sorts of stuff about young adult impotence and tried to learn all she could. What she came out of it with was that he probably needed a heavy dose of being teased and seduced. She learned that he probably needed a long slow seduction so that his juices would build up inside and his thoughts would be focused only on sex. She also read that it would be best if he stopped wearing underwear, just boxers or sweat pants. That way his 'business' would swing around inside and stimulate him quietly all of the time. Eventually he would be driven mad with lust and become rock hard like a young lad should.

So, the next morning when Tommy came downstairs, his step-mom had prepared a nice breakfast for him. Much to his delight, she finally was dressed in something different. Today her shirt was quite thin and for the first time ever you could clearly see her bra beneath it. She was wearing a rather shear bra too because he could see the bumps of her nipples. "Boy oh boy, just like I dreamed. She's got some big suckable nipples there" he thought.

Well, Tommy enjoyed the view as he ate his breakfast. He didn't mind staring at Becky's tits, cause, well, he figured he would enjoy the show until she said something and then he could turn away. Anyway, that was probably why she dressed that way to begin with, wasn't it?

After breakfast Tommy walked into the living room to do some more gaming and continue to pretend he was in a deep, depressive funk. He was further surprised to see one of his dad's Playboy magazine's lying on the coffee table. She had put it right there. Right in plain sight for him. And right on the front cover was one of his favorite models Alley Baggett.

Alley Baggett, dear Alley Baggett, she was one of Thomas's favorite hot models. There was no way Becky could have known it, but she hit the nail on the head. Alley had some of the most beautifully swollen breasts in the whole Playboy entourage. They were capped with the most perfectly proportioned areolas and thick brown suckable nipples than any of those girls had. I think that's why she was so popular because her nipples were so damn upturned, prominent and downright thick and suckable. Tommy had beaten off to her so many times he couldn't even remember.

Tommy pretended not to notice the magazine. He was supposed to be disgusted at his impotency, remember?

After Becky did the breakfast dishes, with her loosely held tits jiggling to and fro, she came and sat down beside him. Her thin brassiere allowing the continued movement of her breasts encased so nicely within her thin summer shirt. Tommy enjoyed the show.

Becky then reached over and opened the magazine right to the centerfold image of Alley. Alley with her beautiful full breasts exposed for all the world to see. "She's got some beautiful breasts; don't you think Tommy?" she innocently asked. "What picture-perfect bosoms she has." she added.

Becky had done some thinking during the night and she thought about the past girlfriends Tommy had had and all of them had one thing in common. They were all very well-endowed in the breast department. They all had some nice big tits. She just wanted to zero in on what it was that might turn him on. "What did he need to get a rock hard, solid erection" she thought to herself. "Well, it's got to involve being tantalized by a thin girl with a nice set of tits. That's for sure." she thought,

Tommy looked over at the magazine spread and in response to her comment about Alley Baggett, said as curtly as possible, "Yeah, she does. She really does, but it doesn't matter. Whatever..." Having said that he turned and ignored her and the magazine and continued loudly playing his game. He wanted to make a point that he wasn't interested at all. However, secretly inside, he really loved Alley and he really loved how his step-mom was probing him and trying to bring up the subject of what he found erotic and that finally she was wearing something rather thin and suggestive. He could at least see the wonderful form of her chest.

Becky reached over and gave the picture of Alley's left breast a brief stroke as she daydreamed of the idea that he really liked stacked beauties with large nipples. She then went off to putter around the house some more.

Tommy certainly noticed her and all that she had done. He noticed the wonderful jiggle of her tits and the sparkle in her eye. They did indeed bounce around rather nicely, he thought. He felt like things were definitely going in the right direction now. He just couldn't wait to where she would take this next.

Tommy played a couple more hours of his video game and then went outside to shoot some hoops. Becky noticed him and his fit form, his bulging muscles. She felt it was such a pity he was dumped and left all alone. She wanted to learn more about what his specific problem was. She wanted to probe him further, learn more about what really turned him on.

When Tommy came in to make a sandwich for lunch, he saw that Becky had changed her clothes again. This time she had on a a tight pair of shorts that displayed her wide hips and thin waist and also a simple, thin, yellow shirt. It was halfway see-through, and he could see a very thin flowery lace brassiere on beneath it. That too was somewhat see-through so, all in all, he could sort of, maybe, kind of, could possibly see her naked tit flesh, but no not really. She made sure of that. She wanted to tease after all and to see if she could get him to stare at her. She was trying to see if he had any libido at all.

At any rate, her beguiling clothes required him to stare directly at her attire to figure out what he was seeing or not seeing, and that was pretty impossible to do if he didn't want to appear completely obvious he was lusting after her big juicy tits. "Wowie" he thought. "She looks just incredible. I wish I could tell what I was actually seeing. What a pretty lacy bra she has on. She is just so lovely, he thought. Maybe she'll go braless soon enough? Wowie indeed!!"

Now to be clear, Becky wasn't quite ready to reveal the true look of her tits; her succulent orbs. Having tested Tommy by spreading wide open those pictures of Alley Baggett bare-assed naked, she had confirmed her suspicions that he was a dedicated tit-man, that was for sure, but she didn't know if he lusted after the general heft and profile of a full succulent pair of tits, or after the nipples, or the look of the areola, or maybe it was just about the general physique of a short, thin, shapely woman with an hourglass figure? She just didn't know quite yet.

She herself wasn't sure where she was taking all of her efforts, but she wanted to test him a bit nonetheless and she knew that he probably needed a long sensual tease if he was ever to cure himself of his awful problem. "Poor Tommy", she thought.

It finally dawned on her that she too was a big-titted babe; that he probably would be quite attracted to her if she only would show him an eyeful now and then. "Maybe he could get erect for me, if he craves big bosoms" she thought to herself. If he couldn't take his eyes off her pair she would know that she could maybe help him with his problem.