This choice: "You ready to go, babe?" • Go Back...Chapter #6Whoa, Mama! by: Primus   The internet is such an amazing tool. In so many ways, it’s changed the face of the planet. Great books that are long out of print; classical music; record and pictures of amazing historical events that you never even knew existed until a random link happens to connect to it. All the information in the world is accessible by almost anybody… almost anywhere! The internet also allows distant friends to find and communicate with each other… often even years after the fact.
Even more impressive is the vast library of porn. Dirty, filthy porn. Porn for anybody on just about any subject that can be imagined. String some nouns together and chances are that there’s SOMEBODY out there that gets off on the idea. The age of teenage boys hiding faded magazines under their mattresses is done; because graphic, exciting pornography is only ever a few keystrokes away from any computer or phone in existence.
This is the world that you have been born into… which only makes it more MADDENING that you’ve never, ever, EVER been able to take advantage of it! At 14, your hormones are going absolutely crazy! But typing even the easiest search is like playing a game of hopscotch and twister at the same time… and using a mouse is almost impossible! And there’s no way… NO WAY… that you’d let Tulip sneak up behind you while you’re looking up ‘MILF’s’! Not happening!
So as you stare, mesmerized at the large, pendulous breasts swaying back and forth with each step that you mom takes; it’s hard to escape the fact that these are your first. That every pair of boobs that you see from this moment on will be compared to the glorious orbs that you’re trying to sear onto your brain. Large and round, the soft skin of her breasts is pale and creamy; you certainly don’t notice any blemishes from here. Each is tipped by a fat pink nipple and the heavy titties seem to move all on their own; jiggling so invitingly… so hypnotically.
In that instant, you know that you’re going to accept that invitation. You don’t care how weird it might be, or how much trouble you’ll get into afterward. This experience is quickly bordering on religious and you’re determined to meet the twin Goddesses that are calling to you. Not today of course… you’ll plan an ‘accident’ and just hope you aren’t discovered until you’ve had time to get to know those babies a little closer.
“You ready to go, doll?”
You jump in surprise, the spell cast by her magnificent sweater-puppies is broken as you tear your eyes away and fix them on John. You don’t like John. Not hate. He’s too laid back and easy going to actually hate. You just… don’t like him. Some part of you still clings to the hope that your dad, your REAL dad will walk back through that door one day and until then it bothers you how John seems to be making himself at home in your missing Dad’s bed! Still… having just gotten to see your Mom’s cans, it’s hard to feel too irritated with – holy shit!!
Your eyes drop to the floor but instead of your mother’s glorious, jiggling breasts; you’ve got the veiny monster dangling freely between John’s thighs flashing across your retina’s every time you blink. Gaaa! Every single time!
“Mmm… you almost gave Tulip a heck of a show you know.”
“Heh, I know doll, but Tulip isn’t the one I’ve got my eyes on.”
You raise your eyes again; making sure that they stay focused on you Mom this time. The tiny pair of panties accentuates the twin globes of her ass perfectly. You can’t help but follow the frilly line of fabric as it disappears between her cheeks. As you watch her she lets out a bubbly giggle that sounds so unlike your mother that you find yourself laughing along with her.
“Mmm… so it’s Steve that you want? Should I go get him?”
Your eyebrows raise slightly as she invokes your name. Somehow, bring you up while they’re both staring lustily at each others naked bodies seems so wrong that it immediately makes you feel less guilty about ogling her breasts. What goes around, right?
“Doll… you keep running that pretty little mouth and I’ll have to find another use for it.”
Your Mom giggles again as she closes the distance between them. Her soft hands reach out and wrap around John’s shaft. Her body blocks your view of him; the pale swells of her breasts still easily visible as they extend out either side of her back. A rumbling groan escapes John’s lips as your mother purrs up at him.
“Hmm… soo… does this mean that dinner is off, doll?”
“Mmm… I’m only hungry for one thing at the moment.”
You shouldn’t be watching this. You should either try to sneak beneath the door or at least slIp deeper into the pocket these pants and hum loudly until they’re finished. You SHOULDN’T be watching this…. but you are! You can feel the sexual tension permeating the room. Your own cock has definitely noticed and is throbbing against the inside of your shorts.
“Heh… sounds good to me, doll… let’s get this party started!” With a wide grin, he takes a step forward; emerging completely from the darkness of the closet and forcing your Mom to take a step backwards towards her vast plain of bed. With wavy blond hair, your sure that women consider him attractive; fortunately, a tshirt keeps you from having to see the rest of him though he certainly looks strong enough to pick you mother right up if he wants.
“Hee hee! Wait… Mmm… no… no wait!” Your mother giggles again as she lets herself be led towards the bed and it’s obvious to you that she’s only half hoping that John will listen. Her soft hands release his swinging rod and tap lightly against his chest as if trying to get his attention.
“Yeah?” His tone isn’t angry but ‘waiting’ clearly isn’t high on John’s list of desires at the moment and a part of you is in total agreement. You’re about to watch your Mom make love. You’ll never be able to see her the same again… if that isn’t already true.
“Mmm… the kids are still running around…obviously… so I was thinking we could go on a little drive in your convertible and get a little…” She leans in, her glossy lips catching his full attention. “… a little bite… to… eat.” John groans again as you watch her tongue glide hungrily across her lips.
“Heh… dirty girl… you win, doll… where are my pants?”
Uh oh.
“Over there… just let me grab a sundress or something.” Your Mom points directly at you as she takes a step towards her recently vacated closet. You’re trapped. Run now and you’ll be seen. Wait and John will certainly find you. Either way, your hopes of ever being closer to your Mom’s glorious hooters just got dimmer! In an instant, John’s shadow falls across your hiding spot and you shrink down deeper into the cloth cave. A powerful vice clamps down over your legs as John grabs his pants off the floor. Only the thick bunched up fabric keeping the powerful grip from really hurting you!
“No, doll… no more clothes for you. Put on a long coat… but that’s it.”
John slips the pants up over one leg before his other leg rushes past the pocket you’re in. An instant later, a second leg slides in as he pulls the pants up. Wait… a second… no! He hasn’t even bothered with underwear! John’s slipped his dick into one of his pant legs, leaving it pressed against the inside of the pocket that you’re trapped in! The temperate in your cloth prison jumps up as the wall throbs dully. You scramble back; trying to keep from actually touching it but the effort is pressing you more and more into the soft, sticky gum!
Just beyond the pocket opening above your head, you hear John buckling his belt. His manhood presses even tighter against your hiding place as he cinches the belt tight. Somewhere off to your other side, your Mom giggles again as she slips into a coat.
“Mmmm… I haven’t fooled around in the car since… Stevie’s dad I think! Hee hee!”
“Come on, doll.”
It’s a nightmare. Just a few feet away, your Mom’s magnificent tits are bouncing freely beneath her coat. Instead of hiding there however, you chose the boobie prize (if only!) and now, John’s throbbing dick spends the short walk out to his car slamming against you as if trying to establish who’s in charge in your new and unwanted relationship.
“Tulip, Steve! John and I are going for a little drive! We should be back soon… so get along you two!”
You can’t make out Tulips reply but her happy tone tells you that she’s looking forward to looking forward to an empty house to search for you in. Hmmm… Tulip… giant dick… Tulip… giant dick… Maybe you made the right choice after-all!
The drive is blessed short. Unfortunately, the entire time, your mother’s soft fingers slowly stroke up and down John’s shaft through his pants; pressing you tighter against it each time she slides past.
Finally, John pulls over. For a moment, nothing seems to happen until you hear the sound of soft, wet slurps from somewhere up above you. They’re kissing! Now’s your chance to slip into her coat… if she’s still wearing it! You start to wriggle free of the pants; the sticky gum slowing you down. John groans up above you but you keep moving. Slowly the opening grows larger… and brighter… closer. Just as your fingertips reach the cool open air, however, you’re mother decided that it’s time… | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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