The Big Tits Club Ch. 07-08

"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.

I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT."

"Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."

I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different."

"Are you in love with her?"

"With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends."

"'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."

I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother."

"Is she going to become your girlfriend?"

"No."

"Do you intend to keep having sex with her?"

"I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it because I had to get her home before her parents got home from the wedding, and I have NO idea what we're going to tell all the rest of the girls, okay? I don't know what's going to happen next."

Mother frowned at me. "You're expecting the other girls to get upset that you slept with Sam."

I sighed. "We have a rule: Nobody dates Matty."

"Despite the fact that you went on a date with Sam last night."

"That was... uh... a special occasion. And the group approved."

"So the rule is more understood to mean: 'Nobody has sex with Matty'."

"Pretty much."

"Then why has Sam been coming over here in the evenings? And alone? Were you two planning to keep that a secret?"

"No, of course not."

"Were you two planning to keep the fact that you've had sex a secret?"

"Uh... well..."

"That sounds far less certain than, 'No, of course not.' You DO feel the need to keep your lost virginity a secret, don't you?"

"Well..."

"Some of those girls are going to get jealous when they find out, aren't they?"

"It's not like that."

"Because some of those girls want to have sex with you too, don't they?"

"I... uh..." My voice trailed off as I thought about Naimh constantly trying to get into my pants. And ah, shit, there was the whole thing with Belle starting the pill for me. My face gave me away.

"There ARE others who want to have sex with you." Mother leaned forward and planted her elbows on the table, folded her fingers together, and set her chin down atop them. Her eyes glittered with intensity.

I rubbed my forehead. "It's... complicated."

"Teenage relationships are always complicated. It's been a while, but I was eighteen once, too."

"I do NOT want to think about that."

Mother chuckled. "Are these other girls using birth control?"

I rolled my eyes. "Is that all you care about?"

"I care a LOT about whether or not my only son accidentally gets a girl pregnant. Yes, I do."

"Yes, yes, accidentally having me was the worst thing that ever happened to you. I know, I know."

"Matthew." Mother scolded rather loudly, on the verge of yelling, but she took a deep breath, collected herself, and sat up straight. "I do not pretend to be a very good mother. I don't have that... maternal... instinct. I am sorry that I've always prioritized my career over you. I try to make myself feel better by making sure that you have always been provided for, but I realize that is small comfort for a boy who never really had a father."

I rolled my eyes and glared at her.

"Well... you never really had a mother, either," she conceded. "And there's nothing I can do that will make up for the time already gone by. Nor will I suddenly become a constant part of your life."

She paused, considering her next words.

I arched an eyebrow. "I smell a 'but' coming..."

Mother looked amused, and then deliberately began, "However... you are no longer a child. In fact, not only are you legally of age, there are some who would say you've only now reached full maturity tonight. And in plain simple fact, I find it much easier to deal with adults than I do with children."

"What are you saying?"

Mom shrugged. "I'm saying that the older you get, the more we'll have in common. And the more we have in common, the more I hope you'll come to understand that while I will never be the affectionate mama bear to you that Belle's mother was, I DO love you in my own way. And I'd like to do what I can to support your needs."

"Support my needs?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Like what?"

She gestured across the table. "What do you need?"

I blinked, thought about it, and shrugged. She'd given me a large, empty house with a swimming pool suitable for attracting a group of hot babes to come hang out with me, a minivan, a credit card to pay for my expenses even though I didn't spend much, and a lot of unsupervised time to myself. "I... I guess I already HAVE everything that I need."

Mother smiled. "Guess I didn't do SUCH a bad job. You turned out to be a pretty fine young man."

I rolled my eyes. "You gave me my material possessions. Belle and the Kramers deserve the credit for me turning out to be a fine young man. Some other boy with the resources I've had could've turned into a drug dealer."

Mother's eyes sharpened. "You're NOT doing any drugs, right?"

"Jeez, of course not. You kidding me?"

She stared at me a little bit just to be sure, the kind of stare a lawyer would use to intimidate a witness on the stand. But a moment later she relaxed, apparently satisfied.

"Well there is one thing I'd appreciate in the future," I said, thinking back to last night.

"What is it?"

"Could you NOT intimidate the hell out of Sam or anyone else who comes to visit me?"

Mother frowned, as if she had no idea what I was talking about. "Intimidate? I didn't do any such thing."

"Then what was that whole bit with you lurking in wait for us to discover Sam's panties had gone missing?"

Mother rolled her eyes. "I wasn't 'lurking in wait'. I picked up the panties because I was curious and walked back into the kitchen. Once I heard you two yelling and screaming up in your room, I realized what was going on and tossed them aside. You'll recall I was in a fully lit kitchen, reading a book and drinking wine."

I blinked, thought about it, and sighed. "Okay fair enough. 'Intimidating' may just be your natural state."

Mother's smile was all teeth. She'd taken it as a compliment. How in the world someone with HER personality had ever given birth to ME I'll never know.

****

"Wait-wait-wait. Sam did WHAT?!?"

"Shhh!" I shushed Belle with a finger to her lips. "Your dad is right downstairs!"

Eyes aflame, Belle yanked my hand away from her mouth and stared daggers into my eyes. With steam coming out of her nostrils, she growled through clenched teeth, "Sam did what?"

I winced. "You're mad."

"Matty!" she hissed semi-quietly, still clenching her teeth. "I got on the pill for you! I was supposed to be ready by tomorrow!"

"In all fairness," I hedged, "I never promised we'd-"

"You never PROMISED?!?" she roared, no longer trying to keep the volume down.

I held up my hands defensively and said, "Maybe we shouldn't be having this conversation here." I got off her bed and headed for the door.

"You fucking come back here, Matthew!" Belle howled after me.

I opened the door and headed down the stairs. Mr. K had come to the hallway and was looking up at me with a questioning look on his face, but he didn't say a word because Belle was already stomping after me howling, "I can't BELIEVE you! You rat-faced, inconsiderate, brain-damaged shithead!"

"Annabelle, please watch your language," Mr. K scolded as I passed him.

"Sorry, Mr. K," I apologized.

"Do I want to know why she's mad at you?" he asked casually.

"Not really."

Mr. K shrugged and patted me on the shoulder as I passed him and headed out the front door.

Belle followed me out the front door and down to the sidewalk. At least she'd stopped yelling once we were in public. I glanced back and saw Mr. K chuckling in amusement on the doorstep before he went back inside. Belle was right behind me.

I went into my own house and closed the door after Belle came in. Mother was in the living room reading her book, and she looked up at our entrance. It was unusual for me to come back to the house so soon on a Sunday afternoon when visiting the Kramers.

"Hello, Belle," Mother greeted while taking in the girl's obviously livid demeanor.

Belle managed to growl a 'hello' in reply while Mother pointedly looked at me. I figured she had already put all the pieces together, so I went ahead and explained, "I told her about Sam."

Mother blinked, raised her head, and said, "Ah." And after a moment's thought, she added, "You know, I think I'm going to go out for a while. Give you two some privacy for this conversation."

Belle's jaw dropped as she gawked at me. "Your mother knows?!?"

I shrugged. "She was here last night when Sam and I came back downstairs."

Belle rubbed her forehead and clenched her eyes as if she had a headache. Still keeping her eyes closed, she jabbed one finger at the stairs, clearly directing me to go up to my room.

I did as ordered, marching up to my room. Belle followed and closed the door behind her. And as soon as the latch clicked, I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her fiercely.

Belle squeaked in surprise and initially tried to push me off, but a second later her body relaxed, and she flowed back into the kiss. Our lips moved up and down and around together in waves while our tongues came out to play. And I squeezed her tight as if the strength of my arms could somehow express the strength of my love for her.

Eventually, I released her. Belle pulled her head back, pale green eyes aglow as she stared at me with the same love I felt for her. But a second later they hardened as she gave me a medium strength shove to the chest. "You can't just kiss me and make everything better."

I shrugged. "Didn't make things any worse. I love kissing you," I stated sincerely.

She pursed her lips and deliberately walked over to my desk chair. It would be less likely for us to start messing around there than if she'd gone to sit on my bed. I, on the other hand, did go to sit on the edge of the bed facing her.

"So Sam got your virginity," she stated flatly. "Just mounted herself on you before you could realize what was going on."

I nodded slowly. "She apologized for not asking me."

"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite."

"I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home."

"Convenient."

I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."

Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."

Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her head, stopped, picked her head up to look at the ceiling, and fidgeted in her seat a bit. After another minute, she finally spoke again.

"So what was it like?" she asked quietly, without looking at me.

"What? Sex?"

"No the chocolate fondue fountain, you idiot. Of course sex! What did it feel like to have her pussy wrapped around your dick?"

I grinned at the memory. "It felt incredible."

"Better than a blowjob?"

"WAY better. AMAZEBALLS. Like my entire being was surrounded by an ocean of ecstatic pleasure that filled me up with overwhelming bliss until it started leaking out of my pores."

"Wow. That's uh... pretty descriptive." Belle shivered and I noticed the way her nipples started poking through her shirt. She was only wearing a t-shirt over her bra, dressed for hanging out around the house, not going out.

"I've been trying to put words to the experience since last night."

"Uh-huh..." Belle's eyes were glassy, and her free hand drifted down from her hip, rubbing her thigh as it moved closer to her crotch.

"Are you imagining me having sex with Sam?" I asked quietly. "Or are you imagining me having sex with you?"

"With me..." she admitted with a sigh as she turned to look at me.

After a moment's thought, I got off the bed and reached down to scoop my arms beneath Belle's butt and around her lower back. She stiffened at first, not prepared for me to pick her up, but relaxed once I held her light body comfortably in my arms and backed up to my bed. I sat up against the headboard and spread my legs, sitting Belle between them with her back to my chest. I hooked my left hand beneath the hem of her t-shirt, letting my palm slide up her belly until I cupped her right breast beneath her bra. My right hand slid down beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and into her panties until my middle finger found her cleft.

Belle inhaled sharply when that middle finger penetrated her nether lips. I didn't have to push very far to find moisture, and after coating my fingertip in her honey, I pulled back far enough to rub that moisture over her clit. She shivered in my grasp at the touch, but I had already stopped rubbing as I'd gone back to get more juice.

"Tell me more..." she breathed.

"I was so hard inside her," I said quietly. "My very first pussy. She was absolutely soaked after all the orgasms I'd eaten her to. I can't describe how it felt to be suddenly surrounded by so much heat and warmth. Blowjobs are nice, but I suppose there's a reason guys want to feel a deep-throat, to feel every last inch completely encased inside that constricting pressure and not just the top several inches."

Belle moaned and let her head fall back against my chest. I kissed her crown and continued rubbing her clit. By now, I was able to get two fingers into her tight slit each time I went spelunking for more moisture, and only then did I realize I'd never actually put my fingers into Belle's pussy before today. And as soon as I had that thought, I went to push my fingers back in, this time curling them slightly in search of Belle's g-spot while simultaneously putting pressure down on her clit with the heel of my hand.

"Nnnngghhhh..." Belle groaned at the sensations, eyes clenched as she slowly waved her head side to side against my chest.

"She was riding me so hard and so fast. She'd wrapped her arms around my neck and yanked my face into her boobs. Those things are HUGE, and as she kept humping up and down those big tits kept banging into my face."

Belle giggled at the imagery but then immediately moaned as my heel ground down on her clit again.

"The sensations were so overwhelming that I came inside her after only seventeen seconds or so. I blame her, of course, for blowing me for like an hour without letting me cum. I was practically on a hair-trigger, so I couldn't help but bust my load almost right away."

Belle opened her eyes and looked up at me in surprise. "Seriously?" she asked breathily.

I grinned and nodded, tightening the grip of my left hand on Belle's right breast and thumbing her nipple. "Sam had a good laugh about it, but I didn't even really go soft. We were both still incredibly horny, so I rolled her over and started pounding away. Sex is pretty instinctive. It's not like she had to teach me how to thrust. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, and I just started going to town on that pretty pussy. Super hard."

"Super deep," Belle breathed, looking up at me again.

"Indeed. Well, my ego had gotten involved a bit," I admitted. "She made a crack about how that had been her shortest ever round of sex."

"And you had to prove her wrong."

"Mmm-hmm. I pounded the hell out of her, plundering that pink pussy with powerful, pistoning penetrations."

Belle laughed. "You really love alliteration, don't you?"

I laughed with her. "I like to think of myself as an adept alliteration aficionado."

"And I'll bet you loved every minute of having sex with her."

"I loved fucking the shit out of her is what I loved. Hammering the hell out of her and watching the way her face contorted in response to the things I was doing to her. I imagine it's the same kind of thrill you get when you go down on me: watching the emotions crossing my face because of the pleasure you are giving to me."

"Yeah..." she murmured, panting for breath while sitting up a bit so she could reach behind her and rub her hand over my bulge.

"Nuh-uh," I scolded, freezing both of my hands from moving, and then ordering, "Hands off. I'm playing with you right now."

Belle whimpered but pulled her hand back. She did skootch her butt backward into my crotch and wiggle it against my erection, though. I let that slide and resumed my fondling of her breast while continuing to fingerbang her. And she glanced back at me with heavily hooded eyes and asked quietly, "It sounds like the most amazing thing in the world."

"It was."

"Wish you'd let Holly fuck you that one time?"

I chuckled. "Actually, for a moment, yeah I wish that. I mean in hindsight, I'm glad I didn't. I mean, I know WHY I waited... I love you and the rest of the BTC. For me at least, it was so much better having my first time with Sam than it would've been with Holly."

"Just like my first time will be so much better with you than with anyone else," she said quietly.

I took a deep breath and sighed, feeling the weight of inevitability settling over me.

Belle sensed the change in my mood, not to mention the way I'd stopped fondling her. She craned her head back to look at me, an expectant look on her face.

"Don't give me any bullshit about seeing me like a little sister," she intoned quietly. "Not while you've got two fingers in my twat and a hand inside my bra."

"I wasn't going to say anything."

"Sure you weren't," she drawled, not believing me. But she didn't press the issue, instead sighing and giving me another expectant look. "You've known all week why I was getting on birth control - and it sure as hell wasn't for some sweaty second-string jock at school."

"I know."

"So don't give me any bullshit about how you never 'promised' you'd make love to me. You've always known it would be you. And in fact, I'm actually GLAD Sam got your cherry last night."

That stopped me short. "Wait, what?"

Belle smiled a sort of evil grin, like she knew she'd checkmated me even though I hadn't realized it yet. "Sam took away the only possible excuse you could still have for you and me not having sex."

"What excuse?"

"That it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the BTC. That we've just barely started blowjobs, and even of those, neither Alice nor Zofi has put their mouth on you yet. If I'd tried to seduce you yesterday, you would've hemmed and hawed about not crossing lines or violating The Rule. But today? Miss 'The Rule' herself broke the barrier. The BTC is NOT in balance. And stopping me from making love to you isn't going to put The Rule back together again."

I pursed my lips and sighed. "Fair enough. I suppose I should start planning a nice romantic date or something, huh?"

"A date?"

"You know. Girl's first time and all that? Get dressed up and take you to a fancy dinner. Rent a horse-drawn carriage and take a ride through the city. Decorate my room with candles and rose petals, that sort of thing."