Thank God It’s Frida!

"Mmm! Thanks for the hand down there!" Matt chuckled.

"You know... if things were just a little different... I could have been your stepmom!" she said, continuing to stroke his shaft, slowly. "That would make THIS an awkward scene, huh?"

Matt blinked, letting a quiet moment pass. "'A little different'..." he repeated. "Frida..." he said, quietly. "Do you know why my dad abandoned me?"

Frida was stunned to a standstill before quickly relinquishing her hold on his penis and sitting back down with her head bowed. Her hands clasped together on top of her closed knees.

"Honey... I'm sorry... but, your father never said..." she said, softly. "It was always an EXTREMELY sensitive subject with him. I tried several times to appeal to him to reach out to you, but... If it didn't spark an argument, then it simply went... no where."

"So... he knew about me being adopted by the Turner's? He knew where I was the whole time?" Matt said, standing flaccid in the shower stream.

"He knew, Matthew..."

"He still didn't try to reach out... Did... did he hate me?" Matt asked, barely above a whisper.

"No, dear..." Frida wiped a tear from her eye. "I don't believe he did. He felt shame, though, that's for certain. He knew he hadn't done the right thing by you... maybe that's what drove him to such an early grave in the end."

"I hope it did!" Matt nearly said out loud. A loud silence was the only response he gave.

"Only he knew the real reason behind his decision, darling. Jerry was a very complicated man." Frida concluded. "Are you... okay, dear?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Frida... for telling me."

Frida nodded. "I'll uh... let you finish in here while I get supper ready."

Matt stared at the bathroom tile wall, standing still, while water streamed over his head. He turned off the shower and dried himself, methodically. He went to the bathroom mirror, wiping the condensation away with his palm to reveal his reflection. He picked up the razor on the edge of the sink.

Frida was idly waiting by a simmering pot at the stove, when Matt entered the kitchen. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of him.

"Oh! Y-you've shaved your mustache off!" she said, trying to mask her mild disappointment.

"Yeah... I gave it a shot. It wasn't me." Matt said, quietly taking a seat at the cafe table.

Frida stepped over and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. "Mmm! I like it! Makes it less ticklish for me to kiss you!" she blinked at him from up close. "My... you look so YOUNG now!"

"Is that a bad thing?" asked Matt.

"Well... normally, I would NEVER go for a man so young..." Frida said, as she gently pulled him from his chair, on to his feet and into a warm embrace. "But, since it's YOU... I'm willing to make a once in a lifetime exception." she said, leaning forward, slowly, concluding with a long, wet kiss. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes. Our age difference doesn't matter to me at all, Frida." Matt said, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Me neither." she smiled, pressing her pelvis against his. "Now... are you in the mood to have some fun tonight?"

Matt nodded with a growing grin. "What'd you have in mind?"

"Well, you spent all that time and effort on that beautiful hot tub outside." she said, softly. "It would be a shame if we didn't properly 're-christen' it together! Besides, I want to reward you for your hard work today!"

"Oh yeah?" Matt replied, his voice cracking. "W-What about the neighbors? Won't they see?"

Frida walked over to the sink to peer out of the back window. "A few years ago, we went and got a nice porch veranda. It's just the perfect width and height to keep any curious eyes out of our hot tub business!" she looked back at him, with a wink. "Good thing too! My neighbors do NOT need to see what I'm wearing... or NOT wearing for you tonight!"

"Well, okay!" said Matt, feeling a surge of erect anticipation. "Got any swim trunks?"

"Sure you want to bother? You won't be needing them very long!" she winked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sky was darkening to dusk outside. The chill of the September evening made the warm bubbles even more inviting as Matt lowered himself into the roiling water. Yellow string lights twinkled above, providing an intimate glow. Like Frida had said, the fauna festooned veranda kept the illuminated tub obscured from the neighborhood's softly glowing, ever watchful windows.

A sliding glass door was heard opening from nearby. "How's the water, hun?" said Frida, stepping quickly towards the veranda wrapped in the short robe Matt had been wearing earlier that morning. In her hands she held two thick, stemless, wine glasses filled with a light colored liquid.

"Lovely!" Matt exclaimed, letting the rising bubbles ease his weary muscles. "It's not quite at full temperature yet, but still..." a long satisfied sigh finished his thoughts on the subject.

He watched her set the glasses down and gingerly climb over the ledge of the shallow tub. A mischievous smile graced her lips as she stood before him on the seat. Only her feet and ankles were below the water line as her hands raised to the knot secured at her waist. "Let's go ahead and heat things up a little."

The robe fell open and slid from her frame, gathering in a silk pile on the ledge.

"Oh my god!" Matt croaked, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. Beneath her robe, Frida had donned a white, string bikini. Like her crocheted bralette from the previous night, this garment too was obviously originally intended for a lesser figure. The thin strings tied together at her hips that held the minuscule strip of fabric in place were long and loosely bound, draping over her plump derrière. Despite the shocking amount of exposure her bikini bottoms provided, they were a conservative cover compared to the upper half of the ensemble.

The nylon spandex triangles that comprised her bikini top were approximately one fifth of the size they needed to be in order to properly contend with the bombastic volume of Frida's breasts. Handfuls of under boob poured out from the bottoms of the flexible fabric. The thin string used to fasten the swimsuit to her torso pressed in and bisected her massive softness, the pressure causing a stacking overflow of cleavage and side breast longing to jiggle free of its meager confines. Her erect nipples, reacting to the evening air, pushed out against the fabric, indicating how tantalizingly close they were to slipping out of cover completely.

"I take it from the string of drool that you approve." Frida smiled at Matt.

Matt nodded emphatically as he quickly wiped the spittle from his chin, still unable to close his dangling jaw. "God! You look INCREDIBLE!" he gasped.

"Why, thank you!" Frida replied with a warm smile. She picked up the two wine glasses and nestled herself on the inner bench close to Matt, handing him one of the drinks.

"Cheers, Matthew!" she exclaimed, raising her glass.

"What are we toasting to?"

Frida raised her eyes to consider her answer. "How about... to right NOW... Tonight. Just you and me."

Matt grinned, raising his glass to meet hers. "To this beautiful moment."

A clink of glass and a hungry gaze sparked as they sipped.

"Okay!" Frida suddenly exclaimed, taking Matt's glass from his hand, abruptly and setting both drinks aside. "That's enough drinking for now. I want that dick!"

Matt blinked. "Y-yeah... I mean, YES!... I uh, mean... sure, baby!"

Frida rolled her eyes and kissed him, affectionately. She patted the ledge of the tub. "Get up here, Mr. Sexy."

Matt stood to his feet, his full naked boner bobbing, gleefully.

"Mmm! Thank you for saving me time!" she said, grasping his cock and running her tongue up the entire length.

"FUCK!" Matt exclaimed in blissful praise.

"Not so loud!" Frida warned with a shushing whisper. "Here. Sit down."

Matt took a seat on the ledge, leaning back and pushing his hips forward. His thick cock stood straight up in the air as Frida positioned herself between his legs.

"You're gonna LOVE this!" she hissed, splaying her giant tits over Matt's lap. Her tiny bikini held on for dear life as her breasts billowed from their perch upon his thighs.

"Oh my fucking god!" Matt groaned as quietly as he could, when he recognized Frida's intention.

"That's right, baby!" she cooed. "You get to fuck these big titties for as long as you can last!"

Matt's breath shuddered, watching her guide his bulbous cock head to the bulging underside of her huge tits. Pressing himself against her wet skin, Matt almost lost his breath when he felt the invigorating pressure enveloping his dick in between her massive soft tits. He had only ever fantasized about such a feeling when he would witness lucky male pornstars of the internet being treated by their busty, female leads in the same fashion. Just as his purple, shiny head slowly emerged from the top of Frida's compressed cleavage, so too did Matt feel his lurid dreams breaking through into reality.

"Ooo! I've never seen anyone make it all the way to the top before!" Frida remarked. "You get a special prize for being the FIRST!" she grinned, lowering her head and swirling her extended tongue over the exposed tip of his dick.

"Mmmph!" Matt uttered, pressing his wrist to his mouth to keep from yelping in ecstasy.

"Yes, baby!" she cooed, consuming his dick once again with her rising cleavage. "I want to watch your magnificent cock explode! Cover my big, fat boobies with your delicious cum!"

Matt knew he couldn't last more than a few minutes at most in his current situation. He squeezed his eyes shut tight to avoid the thrilling sight of his cock breaching past her gorgeous cleavage yet again. To his dismay, the intense, blissful sense of feeling took center stage in his mind, making up for the deficit of vision.

"Don't fight it, honey!" he heard Frida say, softly. "Let it come! Please!! I'm begging for your hot, thick load!"

Matt gasped when he felt the pressure increase around his dick along with a sudden uptick in her pumping tempo. He opened his eyes to see Frida pressing the outside of both her tits together with her hands and bouncing them wildly up and down on his cock.

"Oh.... f-f-fuuuuuuck!" Matt whimpered., feeling the cum practically being siphoned out of his balls by her movements. He watched her erect nipples slide out of her bikini top from her intense bouncing. She paused for a moment, tearing the small bikini top up and over her head and tossing it aside. When he felt her gorgeous, full breasts finally freed and crushing his cock with softness, Matt knew, right then, that it was too late to try to resist any longer.

"Fr-Friiidaaaa!" he moaned as his dick spasmed and began to erupt. Shocking amounts of cum doused Frida's décolletage, oozing down the massive slopes of her upper breasts. His dick lurched over and over, still trapped between her huge, naked tits.

Her eyes were alight with erotic thrill watching Matt's cock coat her huge breasts with warm cum. "Mmm! Look at all your juicy load covering me!" she lifted her tits to her mouth and lapped up a mouthful of thick jizz, leaving strings as it dripped from her chin. "You're so fucking delicious!" she growled as she took another long, voracious lap from her soft skin. Matt's cock hadn't even had a chance to soften before it was being stimulated back to fullness from Frida as she began licking and sucking him clean. "I want every drop of you!"

"Oh... my god." Matt panted, his heart racing.

Suddenly a small dog barked a series of warning yips from across the yard.

"Fridaaaaa?!" an elderly female voice called out.

"Shit!" Frida hissed.

"Is everything alright over there? I thought I heard a man's voice!"

Frida rolled her eyes. "Everything is fine, Ms. Murphy!" she called back. "I'm just entertaining company. Have a goodnight."

"Oh... is that man still there? That car is still parked outside your house."

"Yes, Ms. Murphy. GOODNIGHT!"

"Oh... well... goodnight. You'll let us know if we need to call the police, won't you, dear?"

"That won't be necessary, Ms. Murphy!"

"Very well, dear..."

Frida looked up at Matt, apologetically. "God, how annoying!" she whispered. "Let's move this party inside. We're not even CLOSE to being finished!"

The duo toweled off and quickly made their way indoors. Matt followed Frida towards the bedroom, watching her pull the long bikini strings from their loose knots at her hips. Her bottoms fell away and a wide, bare ass shifted enticingly before him.

"I love all the work you've done around the house today, but you've been seriously neglecting your OTHER homework!" Frida said, cutting an admonishing eye back at him. "You're never going to become a gold medal pussy eating champion without PRACTICE!"

Matt grinned, following her in to the bedroom, eagerly. "I promise to spend the entire day tomorrow training!"

"Oooo! Be careful! Those kind of promises will keep you from ever seeing your home again!" Frida said, crawling into bed and flipping onto her back.

"Does it look like I care?" Matt said, practically leaping into bed, his face aimed between her spread legs. Frida giggled playfully as the mattress bounced her body nearly airborne when he landed.

Matt immediately commenced, lavishing her labia with passionate strokes of his tongue.

"Mmm! My god!" she gasped. "Yes, baby! Oh! Lick my pussy forever!"

Matt moaned with desire, kissing her lips with a lustful ferocity. "I never want to stop!" he exclaimed.

He closed his mouth in a pucker around Frida's clitoris and began to suck, gently pulling the sensitive organ into his mouth.

"MmmmmFUUCKK!" Frida screamed when she felt his tongue flicking her clit rapidly within his mouth. A sudden, flash orgasm slammed through her body, causing her to lose her breath.

"Wha-... what the FUCK?!" Frida exclaimed when she finally regained the ability to breathe.

"Did you like that?" Matt asked, raising his head.

"Fucking SHIT! That's my new favorite move EVER!" Frida exulted. "Where did you learn THAT!?"

"It was just an idea I thought of today while vacuuming the hot tub." he grinned.

Frida reached down with her hands, running her fingers through his hair. Matt felt her gently pushing his head downward, coaxing his lips towards her vagina once more. "Please! Do that again! I love it so MUCH!" she whispered, urgently.

Matt closed his eyes and performed the maneuver upon her clit again, this time with added confidence.

"OOOHH! YESSS!" Frida cried.

Frida's passionate exultations, punctuated by her deep breathing filled Matt's ears like a sweet song, causing his heart to beat heavily.

For nearly a solid half hour, Matt massaged Frida's trembling clitoris with his oral ministration.

"I... I can't take it anymore!" Frida called out, breathlessly, patting the mattress three times to signal her surrender.

Matt raised himself to his hands and knees, crawling forward over her. "You ready for this dick now?"

Friday's face flashed an expression of concern as he approached. "Ye-Yes, baby... just go slow at first. I've just had more orgasms than I ever thought possible!"

Matt crawled over her prone body and promptly entered her, slowly at first, but with a persistent pressure. Frida winced slightly, feeling the extraordinary fullness of Matt's cock filling her vagina more rapidly than she expected.

"Oh! Slow, baby! Slow!" she moaned. "Your dick... it's so HUGE!"

Matt replied by lowering the pace of his thrusts to a steady, back and forth grind. "Is that better, baby?"

"Mmmm!" Frida responded, writhing in ecstasy upon the sheets. "So good!"

"You like this big dick, don't you, baby?" Matt growled as his hips worked like a steam train piston.

"Oh god! I love this cock so much!" Frida cried.

"Is this the best dick you've ever had?" Matt grunted, his pace quickening.

"Mmmph!" Frida said, breathlessly. "Yes, baby. Slow down... please!"

Matt disregarded her request. "It puts Jerry's to shame, doesn't it?" he chuckled, malevolently.

Frida's face contorted to a scowl. "Stop it, Matthew!"

He continued to thrust his cock into her pussy at an increasing speed. "SAY IT, Frida! Say my cock puts Jerry's to SHAME!!"

"CUT IT OUT!" she shrieked.

A tear was streaming down his cheek. "SAAAY IT!!!" Matt shouted.

"YOU STOP THIS NOW, MATTHEW!" Frida screamed, pulling herself back against the headboard and bringing her legs up to push him away. Her feet landed squarely on his pectorals as she kicked with both legs. Matt was launched backwards, tumbling off the end of the bed on to the floor.

His eyes were alight with fury as he stood to his feet. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"You will NOT disrespect my husband in the very bed he SLEPT in!!" Frida exclaimed in an angry voice, standing with legs akimbo on top of

her bed.

"FUCK HIM!!" Matt shouted. "He's a piece of SHIT and you KNOW it!!"

"Matthew..." Frida was breathing heavily in anger and in fear. "You have the right to hate him as a father, but he is STILL the man I love!"

"He's DEAD, Frida!" Matt waved his hands to the floor, frantically. "He's gone! And he's not coming back! You even said so yourself! So..."

"So what, Matthew?!"

"So you belong with ME!" cried Matt

Frida covered her face in her palms and immediately began crying. "Matthew, no..."

"Yes, Frida! I LOVE YOU!"

Frida wailed in sorrow as she sobbed loudly, openly. She fell to her knees. "Matthew..." she wept. "You don't love ME... you love THESE!" she screamed the last word, clutching her naked breasts with cruel force.

"N-no, Frida!"

"You DO!" she yelled. "And you're never gonna be able to love ANYONE if you don't realize that there's a whole goddam person attached to these!"

"I love ALL of you, Frida!"

She raised her arms in exasperation, sighing deeply. "Matthew... we have two separate lives, hundreds of miles apart! And do I even need to mention that I'm twenty years older than you!?"

"I told you! I don't care!"

"We can't, Matthew... we just can't!" she shuddered, her eyes wet with tears.

"Fine!" Matt spat, angrily. "Abandon me just like HE did!"

"Get out." Frida whispered.

Matt stubbornly stayed put, crossing his arms in defiance.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!" Frida suddenly roared, her eyes practically glowing with rage.

Her voice was so powerful and potent that Matt's feet found themselves scuttling quickly towards the door before his stunned brain could catch up with their action. The door slammed shut behind him and a latch was engaged from the other side.

Standing alone, naked in the living room, Matt considered simply driving away from Frida's house into the night, leaving her forever alone and forever regretful for her cruelty.

"My suitcase..." he muttered, picturing it in his minds eye, remembering its current location: peeking out from under Frida's bed. Its image conjured a shameful reminder of how effortlessly he had abandoned his trip's original purpose. Matt had intended for a romanticized, quasi Kerouac-ian expedition across America, in order to hopefully gain a deeper insight of the country he had been born in. "All it took was a pair of big titties for me to toss those grand plans right on the fire." he shook his head at himself.

Matt sighed, relegating his attempt at sleep for the night to the living room couch.

"God! You really fucked up this time, Matt!" he cursed himself silently, rooting through the linen closet adjacent to the living room for bedsheets and a blanket. "You'll be lucky if Frida ever speaks to you aga-"

Out of the corner of his eye, Matt suddenly noticed a flat white rectangle on the floor. He bent down and picked it up. Flipping it around, he realized it was a photograph that presumably had slipped under the door when Frida had dropped the photo album the night previous.

The image was of his father with a wide, beaming smile on his face. In his arms was a child, a baby boy. Blue pen has scrawled words on the back of the photograph: 'My Matthew. October 1984'