Two days later Ann and Bob pulled up in front of Bob's country home.
Bob missed Mrs. Blumfeldt already, but sitting next to his mother during the long ride hadn't been too difficult a chore. Every time she hit a bump in the road, her tits bounced, and Bob was having a hard time hiding his stiff prick. He thought bout sliding his hand under her skirt and running a finger in her hairy cunt. He could just about feel her pussy clamping down on his wriggling finger. What would she do? Jump and scream and slap him? Or maybe – just maybe – she'd coo and spread her long legs and beg for more!
Bob liked that dream, but knew he'd never be lucky enough for it to come true. He had used up his life's worth of luck when he'd started fucking Mrs. Blumfeldt. He knew no other kid his age was lucky enough to fuck such a well-built, hot-assed woman.
But he'd gone without pussy since last night, and he was beginning to get desperate for a fuck or suck. Jeez, his balls were hot and heavy, and having his mother so near to him wasn't cooling him off. He hoped Mrs. Blumfeldt wouldn't take too long in arriving.
"Grab the suitcases, Bob," Ann said, breaking into her son's daydream.
"Huh? Oh? Yeah."
Before he could get out of the car, his uncle was running down the sidewalk. Ann jumped out and ran to meet him. Watching, Bob felt a twinge of envy that his uncle was lucky enough to get a big hug and kiss from her. He'd never been lucky enough to feel her mammoth tits squashed against his chest!
"Jeez, Ann!" Bob exclaimed. "It's good to see you!"
"How are you?" Ann asked, still holding him.
"Oh, I guess I'll get over it," he laughed. "Sleeping alone is the worst part of it. You kinda get used to having someone next to you after so many years."
"I know," Ann said. "I felt the same way. Not just the lack of sex, but being alone."
"Hey," Bob joked, "lack of sex ain't easy, either!"
They both lapsed into a brief silence, slightly uncomfortable since the remark had brought back childhood memories that both had tried to forget.
Bob ran up with two suitcases. "Hi, Uncle Bob!"
"Hey, how's my name sake?" Bob asked, grabbing the suitcases from his nephew.
"Pretty good," Bob said. "Hey, I saw a stream and a lake around the corner, there. Are they clean enough for swimming and fishing?"
"You bet," Bob said. "You're gonna have some fun while you're here, I'll make sure of that."
Bob led the way into his house. Shit, he thought, how could I have forgotten how huge Ann's tits are? When she'd hugged him, those tremendous tits had nearly burned holes in his chest, and he had worried about getting a hard-on.
Ann followed him as he led them to her bedroom.
"You've got the best view in the house," he told her setting the suitcases down.
"You always were considerate," Ann replied.
Next, Bob took his nephew down the hall.
"Here you are," he said. "Second best in the house; right next to the bathroom. I'm afraid this is an old house, and the walls are pretty thin, so you'll probably be able to hear if someone even brushes their teeth."
Bob looked the room over. It had an old fashioned appeal, and it reminded him of his grandmother's place.
"Thanks, Uncle Bob," he said.
"Guess I'll let you two get settled in," Bob said, "besides, I've got to get dinner started."
Bob knew his mother would be changing her clothes after the long drive, and he wondered if he'd be able to peek through the keyhole without his uncle catching him. Shit, his cock was dying for relief, and it looked as if jerking off was his only option.
He looked down the hall. No one was in sight. At the other end of the house, he heard dishes rattle, so he felt safe in tiptoeing to his mother's door. He held his breath as he knelt, and then he got a real shock. She was facing the door and unbuttoning her blouse.
"Wow," Bob breathed reverently as the swells of her tits emerged. He'd always known his mother's mammoth tits were larger than Mrs. Blumfeldt's, but the reality was mind blowing! Then she peeled the blouse off and stood in her tight bra. Then she unsnapped it.
The watching boy nearly came in his shorts when he saw his mother's enormous tits. They were heavy and slightly pendulous, but they still jutted out firmly. When she cupped those fat tits, Bob almost died. She massaged them lovingly, paying particular attention to her swollen red nipples. Bob saw how her spread fingers dimpled the soft, white flesh, and he dreamed of some day sinking his fingers into those beautiful, quivering his.
"Ohhhh," Ann sighed, lowering her face and lifting one tit high. Her head moved from side to side as she ran her tongue back and forth across her stiff, straining nipple.
Bob's cock was harder than ever now, and it was all he could do to resist taking it out and jerking off right there in the hall. But his fear of being caught by his uncle was too great.
Tiring of just licking her tingling tit-tip, Ann sucked in the hot lump of sensitive tit-flesh. Her lips and tongue felt nice, but they could never replace Martha's mouth. Her other hand slid down to her dampening panties and under the waistband.
Bob saw the stretched nylon moving as his mother wiggled her fingers, and he licked his dry lips. He could just imagine how she was fingerfucking. Probably just like he played with Mrs. Blumfeldt's cunt, he thought, rubbing his cock through his pants.
Ann's free tit wobbled wildly as she sucked her nipple and played with her cunt. She was slowly bringing her cunt to a boil, then she decided that since she'd already gone this far, she might as well rub her clit and have a good climax.
The pressure in Bob's balls and thumping prick was almost unbearable. His mother was sexier than Mrs. Blumfeldt! He saw her eyes glaze and then squint, and then her mouth fell open and she started to moan. He saw her eyes drop, the end wet and distended, and then she was shaking furiously as her orgasm struck. She looked beautiful, and Bob fond himself wondering how it would feel to fuck his own mother.
"Motherfucker," he whispered. He'd always sort of hated the word before, but now he knew that he wouldn't mind being one.
He watched as his mother grabbed some tissues from her purse and then tugged the front of her panties down a bit. He saw a thick clump of dark hair before her hand and the tissues obscured the view. He smiled a bit, recalling how Mrs. Blumfeldt loved having his tongue clean her pussy up. He sure would like to get his tongue in his mother's cunt!
Just then he heard footsteps. He hurried back to his room. It was his uncle, calling them for dinner.
Bob stopped at his sister's door.
"Hey, Ann," he said, "you decent?"
"Not really," Bob heard his mother answer. "Just a minute." The boy imagined her trying to shove her fat tits into her bra, and he knew that would be a time and fun-consuming chore.
"Maybe I should come in and help you," Bob joked. "Remember how I used to tease you when we were kids?"
"Yes, but we're not kids, now," Ann said.
"I've noticed," Bob said. "Jeez, Sis, with a body like yours, why haven't you gotten married again! I know men who'd die for a date with you!"
"Thanks, but meeting nice guys gets harder every year. Oh, damn!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, this damn hook, I can't get it."
"Here, let me help you," Bob said, opening the door.
"Oh, Bob! You shouldn't be in here!" Ann protested, turning her back to hide her huge tits from him. Her tits were in the cups, but she hadn't been able to manage to get the hooks in back to come together.
"Aw, shit, I'm your brother, Ann. I used to run in when you were in the tub, remember? Now, let me see what's wrong, here."
Bob looked over his sister's shoulder while he slowly worked on the hooks of her bra. He could see a good portion of her tits. The material of the bra cups was even thin enough for him to see how large her nipples were. The sight was so exciting that his cock got hard.
He looked down. She was wearing panties, and her wide, plump asscheeks really filled the nylon. He remembered seeing her naked ass and the forbidden things they'd done with other because they'd both been horny and curious kids.
[missing text] each other for a couple of years, until Ann had decided to stop it. As she grew older, she realized how wrong it was, and her feelings of guilt wouldn't let her continue.
But now, she was so horny, so lonely, so confused about her feelings for Bob, that she was tempted to give her brother relief.
"I told you, Bob, we're not kids any more."
"Well," he sighed, "you can't blame a guy for trying. I haven't been near a woman in more than four months, since before you know-who left, and I'm hornier than a fifteen-year-old in a strip joint."
"I-I do feel sorry for you, Bob," Ann said gently, turning around and gutting her arms around him.
Her soft, bra-covered tits squashed against his chest as he held her, and then she felt his hands slide down her bare back and under her panties. She groaned as his big, strong hands held her asscheeks, then she pushed him away.
"That's not fair," she said in a low voice. "I get horny, too, you know."
Bob took a deep shuddering breath, stared at her jutting tits, then at the bulge of her bush under her panties. He stepped back.
"Sorry," he said. "I just couldn't help it, it was what you might call an automatic response."
"Yeah," Ann smiled, "just like that lump in your pants. Now, what about lunch?"
"I'll get it on the table," he said as he left.
Bob hadn't been able to hear anything after his uncle went into his mother's room, and he'd been afraid to peek through the keyhole, but he sure was envious. He'd never been allowed in his mother's room while she was dressing.
Lunch was a more cheerful affair than he'd expected. His mother and uncle told a lot of stories about, their childhood that made them laugh. Most of the stories even brought a smile to Bob's lips. If Mrs. Blumfeldt had been present, everything would have been perfect, for his balls still felt hot and heavy from unspilled cum.
After lunch Bob took them on a walking tour, showing hem where the stream broadened into his own private, tree-shielded swimming hole. He pointed to a bill half a mile away.
"See that?" he asked. "On the other side of that hill are my nearest neighbors, the Van Horns. Very snobbish, with a fenced-in place. Even guard dogs, so don't get too close."
"Why don't we go swimming, since we're here?" Bob asked, not only anxious to get in the cool water but more than eager to see his mother in her swimsuit.
"Oh, I didn't bring anything to swim in," Ann said. "It never occurred to me."
"I could loan you my trunks," Bob suggested with a little laugh.
"Very funny. Is there a place nearby I could buy a decent suit?"
"Not nearby, no. About forty-five minutes drive each way. It's not worth it, today. You can get it tomorrow morning, if you want. But Bob and I can go skinny-dipping if you go back to the house. What about it, Bob, ever go skinny-dipping?"
"No, but I don't mind," the boy said.
"Ok," Ann said. "I'll leave. And I'll start supper, Bob. No offense, but after lunch I know you aren't cut out to he a chef."
"Fine with me," Bob said. "But I didn't ask you out here to cook, you know."
"I know. Now get on with your swimming, I'm leaving."
But Ann didn't go far. She hid behind some bushes and watched as her brother and son stripped. Her heart was beating faster and faster as they both pulled their shorts off, showing her their asses.
Then her brother turned, giving her a profile view of his long, curved cock hanging over his large balls. It was longer than Bob's, soft, but Ann knew how big her boy's was when it got hard. Then Bob turned, and Ann saw once again the magnificent sight of her son's wrist-thick, fat-headed prick. It never failed to awe and excite her, hard or soft. It just seemed to radiate power.
"Looks like you're a man, Bob," Bob said when he saw his nephew's cock. "Some girl's gonna scream like hell when she sees that coming at her."
Bob grinned. He wasn't used to having a man around, or having his cock complimented. "You've got a big one, too," he said. "Yeah, but it's not doing me much good, is it? My wife runs off and all my friends are married. I'll tell you, kid, the only woman you can trust are mothers and sisters. At least, most of the time. Marrying someone just doesn't make them family, and someday they'll shit on you."
Ann was surprised to find her brother so bitter. He'd obviously hidden the depths of his feelings from her, and she felt a new sympathy for him. Abruptly, her mind traveled back to when she used to jerk him off. She remembered the happy, almost stupid look on his face as her squeezing fingers milked the cum from his cock as he stood before the toilet. But they were adults, now, not kids, and it just wasn't right!
She watched as her handsome son and her brother dove into the clear pool, then she stood up and slowly walked back to Bob's house. Her every step seemed to slide her fat, sticky pussy lips together. Her cunt fell hot and itchy, as it always did before she fingered herself or before Martha went down on her. Now that her, brother and son were in the pool, she could play with herself and not have to worry about making a lot of noise.
Ann jerked off twice before starting supper. She even walked naked through the house, her heavy, fat tits swinging and jiggling and the lump cheeks of her ass shivering sexily. She fell sexier than ever, even after cumming twice, and she knew it was because she was now sexually awakened.
By the time Bob and his uncle returned, Ann was dressed and the table was set. She was glad to see that Bob was enjoying himself.
When supper was over, they watched TV, but talked so much that they didn't hear the programs. Just before Bob went to bed, Martha called to tell them she'd arrive tomorrow afternoon.
"You must really like her," Bob said to Ann.
"She's my best friend," Ann replied, hoping she wasn't blushing.
"Mine, too," Bob said.
"Well, in that case, I'll do my best to like her, too," Bob said. "Who knows, maybe she'll be the woman I'm waiting for."
Both Bob and Ann looked startled.
Bob laughed. "Hey, what's the matter? I was only joking. You two look like there's something wrong with me!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Bob," Ann said. "The idea of you and Martha just took me by surprise. I just never thought of you two as a couple, you know? She, uh, doesn't seem your type."
"Looks like I'm left high and dry, again," Bob said, smiling.