When Bob saw a car pull up in front of his place, he was sure it was. Ann's friend, Martha. But when he saw the statuesque, fat titted woman emerge carrying a small suitcase, he felt his balls jump.
"Hello," he called, hurrying down the walk. "You must be Mrs. Blumfeldt. I'm Bob, Ann's brother."
"Oh, hello. It's so nice at you to invite me, we mustn't be formal. Call me Martha."
"Ok, Martha. Hope you don't mind my saying so, but Ann never mentioned what a beautiful friend she had."
Martha looked at him and felt a little tremor in her stomach.
"I think we are going to be very good friends, Bob," she said.
Just then, Bob and Ann ran out to meet her. Bob was faster, and he greeted her with a big hug. The feel of her soft tits spreading softly across his chest made his cock stiffen.
"Why, Bob," Martha exclaimed, "you haven't been away that long."
She went to kiss his cheek and the boy seemingly accidentally, turned his face and met her lips with his. Martha saw the surprised expression on Bob's face and she pulled back with a little laugh.
"Ann!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms wide to hug her.
Ann's tits mashed into Martha's, and both Bob and his nephew were thinking the same thing: how nice it would be to have their hands and faces between all that tit-flesh.
That afternoon everyone was nervous about the approaching night.
Ann was afraid that Martha would learn about Bob, and afraid Bob would learn about Martha.
Bob was worried about whether or not he was going to get fucked, and Martha was worried about how she could keep everyone from meeting at her bedroom door.
After supper, Martha helped Ann with dishes, and when she brought up the subject of bedtime, she was both surprised and relieved when Ann said they had to stay away from each other, that it was just too dangerous with her brother and son around.
But when Ann was near Bob, later, she smiled and nodded, giving him the ok to visit her room. Ann didn't intend to give up her relationship with Martha, but she'd been without a cock for so long that she wanted to make the best of what time she and Bob had together. Cunt-sucking and mashing clits together was great, but it just couldn't replace a stiff prick. Not even Martha's fat banana could compete with her brother's hot, hard cock.
Bedtime finally arrived.
Bob had been in bed for two hours, anxiously awaiting Martha's visit, when he heard everyone say good-night. He sighed with relief. His cock was so hard and his balls so full that he thought he could cum just from looking at the older woman.
Martha was in the bathroom, wearing a sheer, short nightie when Bob deliberately walked past the door, which was partly open. He loved his sister and loved fucking her, but he couldn't resist checking out Martha's fabulous body.
"Everything ok?" he asked in a whisper, pushing the door open all the way.
Martha turned around, her huge tits, clearly visible through the nightie, swung loosely with her movement. Bob's eyes fastened on them.
Martha smiled. "Everything's fine. Do you like what you see?"
"Uh, yes," Bob said, taken off guard.
"So do I," Martha whispered, reaching out, and rubbing his crotch with her palm. "But I don't want to start anything with Ann and Bob around. You understand, don't you?"
"Sure, sure. You're right. God, you're beautiful! And what a body!"
"Well, I guess I could give you a quick sample," Martha said huskily, lifting her huge tits over the top of the nightgown. They hung out fat and white, the nipples stiff, and Bob was about to reach for them when she lifted the hem of the nightie and showed him her bushy cunt. Her bright pink pussy lips were pouting wetly.
"Oh, shit," he choked, falling to his knees and shoving his face into her crotch. His hands were filled with the hot, soft cheeks of her ass.
Martha let him feast on her pussy for a long minute, until her leg began to tremble, then she pushed him away. "We'll have time another day," she said. "Now, wipe your chin and go to bed."
Bob watched her dry her cunt with toilet tissue, and then be wiped his face. When she'd left, he realized that Ann might smell Martha's cunt on his face, so he washed it, then put on some aftershave to be safe. His cock was harder than ever, and he knew he was going to fuck Ann silly.
Martha smiled as she headed quietly for Bob's room.
Bob grabbed her as soon as she opened his door. She allowed him to squeeze her tits and ass and rub her cunt before leading him to the bed, and then she climbed onto it and spread her legs.
"I want you to eat me, first," she whispered, hooking her fingers in her fat, pink pussylips and pulling them wide apart. Her wet pussy gaped enticingly, and Bob shoved his face in without an argument. His tongue shot out, curling into her hot, drooling hole, and his hands palmed the lush mounds of her asscheeks. Then he began licking, chewing and sucking.
"Ahhhh, God!" Martha groaned, pushing her nightie down and shoving a nipple into her mouth.
Bob's eyes watched over the mound of hair in front of him, taking in the lewd spectacle of the older woman sucking her tit while the free one wobbled all over the place.
Martha was squirming under his talented, youthful enthusiasm. No one ate pussy better than an eager boy, she thought. And she could train Bob just right. He'd start out with a big advantage in life, knowing how to eat pussy and how to fuck.
Bob was moaning as he sucked happily. He was moving his face all over her cunt, lapping up enormous amounts of hot, slippery pussyjuice. His tongue hit her throbbing clit, and his mouth sucked it in and his teeth fastened lightly onto its root.
Martha lifted her cunt up into the boy's face. Her hips churned as he tormented her sensitive clit. Her ass shook in his hands, and she started to cum. She thrashed and arched her back as her clit exploded and the spasms rippled all the way to her asshole. Finally, she subsided and Bob crawled up over her, his face red and wet. His long, stiff, fat cock hung over her as he moved up to her tits and gobbled one into his mouth.
"Ohhh, Bob!" she gasped, "that was a real good cum! You made me blast off right up to my ears!"
The boy felt a surge of pride at making this fat-titted woman whimper like a baby, and he lowered his cock to her cunt. She grabbed it and steered it to the hole.
"Go ahead," she whispered. "Push. Shove it in hard. I want a real fast fuck. Let me feel you cum!"
Once again, Bob felt the exquisite sensation of wet heat and tightness surrounding his, throbbing prick. He plunged his fat cock into her all at once, making her gasp and spread her legs even wider. When he began jumping, she wrapped her legs around his waist and hunched her ass up at him. His balls hit the quaking cheeks of her ass with loud, wet smacks.
Since he was holding himself up on his elbows, Bob had a good view of Mrs. Blumfeldt's enormous tits rolling with her hunching movements. He loved watching them. Big tits were beautiful, he thought, and abruptly his mother's tits came to mind.
With the image of his mother's body firing his imagination, the boy began fucking harder and faster, grinding his cock into the softness of her narrow cunt. He was fucking her hard, making her whimper and mewl. Her cunt juice splattered out from her stuffed cunt, rolling down her asscheeks and wetting his balls.
"Ahhhh, God, that's good!" Martha groaned, hunching up to meet his every thrust.
Bob was thrusting from side to side now, reaming out her tight cunthole, fucking every last inch of it and scraping its rippling sides. Martha's eyes rolled back until the whites showed. Her lips drew back from her teeth, and her ass shook as she started to cum Bob quickly dropped his mouth over hers to muffle her scream of joy.
His balls jumped and he slammed into her faster.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, huh-h-h-h, aghhhh!" he grunted, spurting what seemed like a month's supply of hot cum into her milking cunt.
Martha sagged under him, her legs dropped from around his waist, and her head fell back. She was fucked out for the moment.
In Ann's room, Bob was in the process of bringing his sister to a boil. She was kneeling, shoving her ass at his face as he spread her cheeks and ran his hot tongue across her wrinkled asshole. The few curls surrounding that red pucker were matted with his saliva, and Ann was begging for more. Her clit was pushed out and burning like a coal, waiting for his tongue to touch it. But he kept his long busy tongue at the pouting pink ring of her smooth-skinned, quivering asshole.
Her straining clit couldn't take any more, and she reached a hand back and stroked it herself.
"Ahhh, ahhh!" she gasped, shaking as her orgasm rumbled its way through her belly and bowels.
Bob watched his sister shake as she came from a combination of asshole tickling and clit-rubbing. She was beautiful, and he was going to fuck her.
"Oh, Bob," she groaned in a low whisper. "where did you ever learn to lick an asshole like that?"
"You're the first, sister, dear," he whispered. "Yours is the only asshole I've ever felt like eating. I love yours, but I don't think there are many others I could love."
"I saw you staring at Martha's tits, you know. What about her? Could you eat her ass?"
"Hey, do I detect a note of jealousy? Come on, I just met the lady. Sure, I look at tits. What guy doesn't? Didn't you notice Bob? He sure has a thing for her tits, and that's fine. That means he's a normal kid."
"I know, I know," Ann said wearily. "I'm sorry, Bob, that wasn't a nice thing to ask. In fact, it's not right for me to expect you not to think about other women. I can't be the lifetime partner you want, and if you and Martha, uh, hit it off, well, you couldn't do better than her."
Bob leaned over her back and kissed her neck.
"How'd we get so serious?" he asked. His stiff cock slapped against her ass. "Want to fuck this way?"
"Love it!" Ann said, squirming her bass back at his hot cock.
Bob saw his sister's cunt sticking out from under her upturned ass. Her large pussylips protruded like the pink lips of a hungry mouth. He got in position behind her and poked his cock-knob against the center of her pussy. Then he rammed it into her with one quick thrust.
"Wawwww!" Ann gasped as her cuntlips were pushed in a bit by his quick fucking. The itchy, burning heat of her cunt was being scratched just right. Her tits flopped wildly as her body rocked with his fucking. His belly slapped her ass, making it quiver and blush as if it had been lightly spanked. His pistoning prick was plowing her wet cunt, making slurping, squishy sounds. He was bringing her closer and closer to cuming.
She felt her cunt clamping down on her brother's cock. Her clit was swollen, vibrating from the fucking, and as he fucked her fester and faster, the friction ignited into a raging inferno. She lived only for the moment, the moment a hard cock was jammed deep into her cunt.
Bob saw what was coming, and he clamped a hand over her mouth muffling her scream. His other hand dug into her asscrack, located her whole, and he shoved a finger inside. He pumped the finger in and out fast, helping her cum.
Ann bounced her ass back frantically, and then she felt his cock swell and shoot gobs of hot jism into her quaking depths. The soothing heat of that sticky cum helped make her orgasm even stronger.
In Bob's room Martha had recovered, and she was as horny as before. Bob's cock was throbbing in her warm mouth, and his bands were on the top of her head, guiding her rhythmic nodding. She was sucking hard, causing her cheeks to cave in, and her tongue was drilling into his piss slit and swabbing the ridge of his knob. She was driving him crazy with her mouth and tongue, and the boy loved every second of it.
He could feel her huge tits squashed against his upper thighs as she stretched out to suck him, and he could see the plump cheeks of hers quivering. But best of all he liked watching her full lips sliding up and down the shiny length of his thick prick.
From time to time, when her lower lip reached the root of his cock, her chin banged his balls. Bob couldn't understand how Mrs. Blumfeldt could get all of his big cock down her throat without choking, but he sure wasn't going to make her stop so he could ask her. He held her head tightly, bouncing it up and down the throbbing length of his quivering cock.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Martha groaned loudly as she lifted up, then swirled her tongue around his leaking piss-slit and tasted his precum. She liked the salty, musky taste, but most of all she loved his thick jism.
"Here it comes!" he gasped in a whisper.
And just then his thumping cock unleashed a torrent of boiling cum against the roof of Martha's mouth. The cum ran back down and collected in her mouth. More and more squirts filled her throat, and she swallowed most of them. Her tongue was covered with the salty, musty taste of his thick jism.
"Ummm, ummm," she mumbled, swallowing hard to keep from choking.
His cock just kept jumping and squirting. Finally she pulled it from her lips and let his jizz splash against her mouth and nose. Heavy white streamers hung from her cheeks, nose and chin, dripping slowly to his curly crotch hairs.
"Wow!" Bob breathed excitedly. "That was great. Do you like my cum on your face?"
Martha lifted her cum-streaked face and looked at him with a smile on her fill lips.
"I like it better in my mouth or cunt," she whispered lewdly, "but it's exciting to feel it hit my face, too. Besides, I was getting tired of swallowing."
Bob watched her clean her face with her fingers, and then lick the fingers. She crawled up his body, dragging her big tits across his crotch, belly, chest and finally held them over his face where they swayed heavily.
Bob reached up and grabbed them. Then he held them away from each other and pushed his face between them. Martha smiled and enjoyed the feeling of his sweaty face against the inner curves of her tits. Then he held them in his palms and pushed them against his cheeks, smothering his face with her tits.
"Get your cock hard again," she whispered. "I want to sit on it and feel you stretching my cunt again!"
Ann left Bob to go to the bathroom and, as she passed Bob's door, she noticed his light was still on. Horny devil, she thought, believing him to be jerking off. She had to piss too badly to peek, but on her way back she would.
But once she was in the bathroom, the horny mother heard some strange noises. Like bedsprings creaking. Jon, he can't be going at it that hard, can he? she wondered. He'll hurt himself if he's pounding his cock like that. Her piss hissed into the toilet, then she wiped herself. She went out and bent at her boy's keyhole.
"Ohmigod!" she gasped, shock and anger rising in her.
Martha was on top of Bob, riding his thick cock hard and fast. The side view Ann had of the bed clearly showed the older woman's huge tits flopping and the cheeks of her big ass quaking as she impaled herself time and again.
But then Ann heard the sweaty smacks of their fucking and their muffled groans and grunts. And she saw her son's fat cock, shiny wet with her friend's cunt juices, and her own cunt started to water. Her breath came faster as she watched Bob's cock driving up into Martha's cunt as the woman sank down, and she couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to run in and jump on that beautiful prick. She couldn't blame Bob. It was like her brother had said, he was just acting like a normal kid. When a cunt's offered to a horny boy, he doesn't refuse it.
But how could Martha do such a thing?
Then the ridiculousness of that question hit her. She was doing the same thing by fucking her brother. She could have been with Martha, but she had turned her away. Poor Martha, she had probably been so horny that she couldn't resist that big cock. And, she thought, I'm the one who told her about it in the first place!
She watched the lewd sight of her son's fat, husky cock ramming into her girlfriend's sucking cunt until they'd both cum, and Bob's cum rolled from Martha's gaping cunt down the boy's still upright prick. All that thick, white cum drove Ann mad. She ran down the hall to her room and launched herself at her brother.