That evening Ann was alert to Bob's movements, and she was able to watch him jerking off again. He seemed to pump his cock with even more energy than usual, but the horny mother attributed it to teenage horniness. But Bob was reliving his exciting experience with Mrs. Blumfeldt. He could still feel the sponginess if her big tit in his left hand, and he could still see his jism landing on her pretty face. For the first time, he didn't think of his mother while he jerked off.
Watching, Ann was reminded of how her younger brother, Bob, used to masturbate, and her clit itched and her nipples hardened. She felt guiltier than ever, but she knew she'd be at the bathroom or bedroom door every day from now on, watching Bob pump the cum from his plump balls. She was hooked, and she didn't have the will to resist.
The next morning Bob went out to play with his friends. Martha was still in her room, and Ann sat in the living room watching television. An early morning talk show was on, and the guest was Dr. Damon Yung, founder of the Institute of Human Sexuality. Ann was fascinated. Everything he said sounded so reasonable! She hadn't thought about her childish experiences with her brother for years, until Bob's masturbation had reminded her, and now she was even more upset and confused. And then, the phone number of the show was flashed on the screen, and the host was inviting viewers to call in with their questions.
Before she lost her nerve, Ann dialed the number and, after being placed on hold for about five minutes, found herself speaking to the doctor. When she confessed that she'd been watching her son when he masturbated, the doctor asked if she had been considerin having sex with the boy, or merely indulging in a long-term voyeuristic tendency. Embarrassed and shocked, Ann hung up.
"I'm sorry that the caller had hung up," Dr. Yung said. "My impression is that she is worried about incestuous thoughts that arise from seeing her son's genitals. If you are still listening, please do not overly concern yourself. There are occasions in which incest can be beneficial I know this shocks many of, you, but research does not support the theory that incest is always harmful. Recent research being done shows that mother-son incest works out much better, is more beneficial, that father daughter incest. With mother-son incest, it is more of an educative process, and the mother is not limiting her son to her own sexual needs, but is teaching the son. When you follow up these cases, most of them report satisfaction with it, pleasure with it, and a positive factor in their lives."
The talk-show host interrupted, acting shocked, but no more shocked than Ann. Her mind numb, she turned off the set. Her next move was to the liquor bottle. She had to soothe her nerves. God, how her cunt ached, how her clit burned and throbbed! And her big nipples were so sore and itchy!
And, as the doctor's words echoed again and again through her mind, visions of Bob's fat, cum-spewing cock tormented her.
How could she even think of such a thing? Even the work was ugly. Yet that doctor was an expert and he knew what was talking about! And he'd said that incest as often beneficial, especially between a mother and son! Bob certainly wasn't a child, not with a cock the size of his!
Oh, God, if only she'd never seen him that first time! If only he hadn't been playing with that huge cock, she wouldn't be so horny now. She took another drink. Now, she nearly creamed her panties just from thinking about Bob's hefty prick. Even her tits felt heavier and tighter-skinned than usual, and her nipples ached to be sucked.
"Oh, Bob," she groaned. She wished she could see her son's cock right now.
That was when Martha stepped into the room wearing nothing but a lacy white slip over her bra and panties.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked.
It was a warm day, but Ann hadn't thought it was warm enough for just underthings and a slip. She couldn't help noticing her friend's tits. Although smaller than her own, they were still larger than average, and they jounced heavily in Martha's flimsy bra.
"No… no," Ann mumbled. "I'm glad for the company." She lifted her glass. "I hate drinking alone."
Both widows shared a new bottle and then, some time later, the older woman complimented Ann's figure.
"What are your measurements?" Martha finally asked, staring at Ann's enormous tits.
Ann was wearing a heavy bra and a dress, but when her landlady fixed her eyes on her big tits, she suddenly felt very naked and knew she was blushing.
She knew she should be used to flattery, but she was still embarrassed by her generous curves.
"Forty Double D," she murmured, still blushing.
"I don't believe it!" Martha exclaimed. "Your breasts are not that much larger than mine. What about your waist and hips?"
"Thirty and thirty-eight," Ann said. "That seems right. But not the size of your breasts. You must be mistaken."
The two women then had a friendly, slightly drunken and mildly humorous argument about the comparative sizes of their tits. After another drink Martha stood up and announced she was going for a tape measure.
"I'll settle this once and for all!" she said.
Ann protested weakly, but the older woman's forceful personality would brook no opposition.
"Come on," Martha said, returning with the tape and peeling her slip over her head. "Get undressed."
Ann looked at her friend's half-naked body and knew she shouldn't have allowed things to go this far. The horniness that had built in her from watching Bob's huge cock spewing its hot, fresh cum all over his legs had never left. Now, he felt an unnatural fascination as Martha unhooked her bra. Why was he so eager to see another woman's tits.
The older widow's enormous tits plunged down as her bra was unfastened. The two melon-shaped tits swayed heavily, all pink and white, moving liquidly across Martha's chest. Ann felt her cheeks burn as those big tits hung and swung when her friend bent to pick up the fallen bra.
Martha held out the tape. "Go ahead. Measure me."
Ann looked at her landlady's big white tits. She was surprised to see that Martha had such pale-pink, spreading areolas. Those areolas remained soft-looking and unwrinkled while their dark red nipples hardened and lengthened.
Ann smiled weakly, took the tape and measured Martha's chest cage just below her tits, then checked the cup size of the bra.
"That's right," Ann said. "You're a thirty-seven D-cup. I don't know why you argued. It's obvious just from looking that I'm larger than you."
"I still have not measured you," Martha said firmly, taking the tape from Ann.
Ann reluctantly and somewhat unsteadily removed her dress and stood nervously in a solid white bra that couldn't quite contain her mammoth tits. Her pink panties swelled with the great mass of springy curls showing like a dark shadow through the thin material, and Martha's eyes wandered from her friend's extremely hairy cunt to the exposed, milky white swells of her untanned tits.
"Shall I get the hooks for you?" she asked, moving behind the young widow.
"Ooohhh!" Ann gasped as he felt Martha's panty-clad pussy mound pressing into the softness of her plump asscheeks. She shivered nervously. "P-please don't get so close," she stammered as she felt fingers working on the fastenings of her bra.
Then the bra was undone, and Ann's face turned a bright red as her enormous naked tits flopped from the cups, heavy and jutting and slightly pendulous. They wobbled, white and fat with swollen red nipples. She heard the woman behind her suck in her breath.
"My God," Martha murmured.
Ann realized that Martha was peering excitedly over her shoulder at her mammoth tits as they swung and rolled with their newfound freedom.
"You're really very lucky," Martha said hoarsely. "To have remained so, so firm and uh, what is the word. Taut? Yes, taut. I've never seen breasts as nice as yours."
Ann thanked her nervously, uncomfortably aware that Martha's soft, warm tit-flesh was spread across her back, with the stiff nipples digging hotly into her skin. And then she found herself in the strange position of looking down at her enormous tits and seeing someone else's hands near them. She could hardly believe it when those hands dropped the tape and cupped her sensitive tits. "Oh! Oh! My God!" Ann gasped, squirming.
But Martha had a good grip on Ann's soft, warm tits, and she squeezed them gently.
Ann gasped again as she felt her landlady's lips pressing warm, wet kisses on her neck and cheeks and ears, and then she realized that her nipples were stiff and itchy, straining hotly into Martha's palms.
"How long has it been since someone touched these lovely tits?" Martha asked softly, shaking the massive tits held captive by her hands. The untanned flesh vibrated like white jello. "So soft, darling. See? See how my fingers sink into them?"
Ann might have struggled more if she hadn't been so woozy, and if her body wasn't so starved for love. She'd needed to masturbate ever since peeking at Bob, and she was so hot that Martha's hands felt good on her tingling, tight-skinned tits. She hadn't been fucked in more than three years, and since Frank's death she had steered away from every opportunity to have an affair. She knew men were attracted to her because of the size of her tits, and because they were sure that widows were eager to hop into bed.
Ever since she'd first woke, she'd been hit by nothing but lust-inciting scenes. Bob's unbelievably big cock squirting cum. Martha's big, flopping tits. Not this. She was appalled by the perverted urges that set her cunt on fire. The liquor in her blood and the itching need of her cunt as Martha played with her heavy, hanging tits were getting to her. Her own body was betraying her!
"Uhhh, nuhhh," the hot, helpless mother moaned as her hot-skinned tits were so tenderly fondled. She stood there, swaying slightly, leaning back against her friend's fleshy belly and watching Martha's hands working at her breasts. She was aroused inspite of her fear of discovery and the shame she felt.
Martha's fingers were centered around Ann's big nipples, now, pulling at them, stretching them, rolling them around and squeezing them. They had become huge from the teasing, huge and very dark, and Ann was breathing heavily and doing her best not to squeal with pleasure.
Then Ann realized that only one hand was on her huge tits, and that the other was gliding over the slight curve of her belly, heading for her panties! She sucked in her breath as Martha's fingers tugged at their waistband, dragging them over her wide hips and ass until they hung from her full upper thighs. Martha was going through with it! She was reaching for her naked, hairy pussy!
Ann tried to move, but found that her body wouldn't obey. It was as if she were paralyzed. All she could do was watch helplessly. She knew her cunt was already wet, and that made it worse. Oh, God, she was moving so slowly! If Martha was going to touch her, why didn't she just do it instead of teasing her like this! And then, the paralysis was gone, and Ann found herself spreading her legs, offering her thickly-haired, large-lipped cunt to her friend's slowly approaching fingers. Hurry! Hurry! the horny mother mentally urged, while at the same time dreading the reality of their touch.
"You want it, don't you dear?" Martha smiled gently.
"Ohhhh, no-o-o-o-o!" Ann wailed as Martha's fingers combed through the thick, moss-like growth of dark curls and settled on her plump, smooth pussylips. "No-o-o-o!"
But as her landlady's fingers stroked inside her burning, soaking pussylips, she made no attempt to pull away. Instead, she moaned and her thighs parted just a bit, allowing the fingers a little more room. Oh, God, she mentally screamed, it feels so good! So good! I want her to touch me! And she felt her eyes fill with tears of mingled shame and pleasure as Martha's fingers moved in her fiery cunt.
"Eeeeee!" Ann squealed and shook as Martha's thumb and first finger took hold of her long clit. The older woman held the young widow's hot, oily clit for a long moment, enjoying Ann's sighs and moans of helpless joy. Then she grabbed both gigantic tits again, drawing Ann against her. She licked her ear.
"Let me love you Ann," she whispered urgently. "I need you. It's been so long, darling, so long!"
Ann was shaking from the passion running through her body. Her skin felt hot and itchy, especially her tits, and she closed her eyes and leaned even more against Martha's soft tits. When her friend asked once more if she wanted her, Ann could only nod and whisper a weak, "Yes."
"Ohhhh, thank God!" Martha whispered with relief. "You have no idea how scared I was, darling. I don't know what I'd have done if you'd rejected me. I can't even imagine living here without you and Bob!"
Ann shuddered with delight as Martha's fingers rubbed up and down the hot, wet furrow of her throbbing cunt. She gasped and knew her face was a bright red as two fingers began worming their way into her slippery pussyhole.
"Ahhhh, yes-s-s-s-," Ann groaned as she sagged limply against Martha's fleshy body. Her ass squirmed against her friend's pantyclad crotch as she hunched for more of Martha's fingers.
Soon, a soft, rhythmic slurping and smacking reached their ears. Ann was creaming all over Martha's stroking fingers, and her writ was expanding and contracting, about to explode with sheer ecstasy.
Martha rested her chin on Ann's shoulder, watching the young widow's creamy tits. She saw her wrist below a thick mass of dark curls, and he smiled happily.
"I'm going to make you cum, aren't I?" Martha asked, working her fingers faster.
"Oh, yes, yes! Make me cum! Make me cum!" Ann whimpered, bending her knees to take Martha's fingers deeper into her hot, dribbling cunthole. She could hardly believe that she was saying such things! She felt so hot, so lewd. But her cunt was demanding more and more. Her clit felt so swollen, and everytime it was nudged by Martha's flexing wrist, she thought she'd die!
And then the fingers were gone! Ann's eyes widened with horror. Martha couldn't stop now! Not now! She had to cum, she just had to!
"Ahhh, no-o… what are you doing?" Ann gasped as the older woman stepped away.
"Nothing," Martha said, taking her hand. "Sit down on the couch."
Ann sat down, her big tits bouncing heavily, and watched as Martha skinned down, her panties.
Martha stood naked in front of the young widow for a moment, then knelt and began kissing her way down Ann's trembling body. She began with Ann's huge, slightly pendulous tits, sliding her hands under them and lifting them, sinking her fingers into their spongy softness.
"Ummmmmm," Martha moaned, pressing her cheek against one giant tit. "You have beautiful tits. I just love them." And she jiggled the two milky tits up and down, making Ann's big nipples erect.
"Do me, do me," Ann groaned, trying to grab Martha's hand and return it to her a aching, throbbing pussy.
"Be patient," Martha whispered into one trembling tit. "If you hold off it'll be even better. For both of us. Trust me."
Then Martha shoved her face between Ann's tits, burrowing into the warmth and softness while her hands clutched the big round end of each tit. Ann's hot, swollen nipples erected in the older woman's palms.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ann's hands were on the back of Martha's head, clutching her tightly while she rolled her tits against Martha's face. Her nipples slid back and forth across Martha's lips until Ann, moaning with desire, steered one to the woman's eager mouth. Martha sucked greedily on Ann's hard nipple, and her nose and chin sank into the softness of the giant tit.
Ann's hands slid from Martha's head, stroking past her neck and back, then to her sides. Finally, they went under the kneeling woman's arms and squeezed her heavy, hanging tits. Ann had never before considering touching another woman's tits, but as she kneaded and tugged at Martha's soft, dangling tits, all thoughts of right and wrong disappeared. Only pleasure was left. The hot moistness of Martha's mouth around her swollen nipple sent chills down to her aching cunt; making her whimper continually.
Martha sensed the change in her friend, and she nursed strongly on Ann's erect nipple. The tugging and tweaking of her own nipples by Ann's fingers soon had her moaning and shaking as she sucked, causing her to speed up the activities.
Ann's nipples felt cold after Martha's mouth left them, but she soon forgot about the coldness when her friend's lips kissed warmly past her quivering belly and began browsing at the thick, mossy cunt curls.
"Open your legs," Martha said softly, and Ann immediately, eagerly, spread her thighs as wide as she could. She knew what was coming, and she lifted her ass off the cushion as Martha's head descended.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she moaned. "Kiss my cunt! Lick it, make me cum-m-m-m-m-m! Please make me cum-m-m-m-m!"