Not being too foolish, you decide to wait and see what happens. The next day, your mother is as shocked as everyone else to hear about the savage attack on her poor boss. Word about the note gets out, of course; and there are rumors floating all over town about just who he had pissed off to get hurt so thoroughly. The police interview her no more than they do her colleagues in the office, and you begin to relax.
You have to lay off for a while, and you try to ration your orgasms; but you can't help obsessing over the pictures you have now of those incredible tits in action. You imagine yourself licking and sucking on those tits, gnawing on the giant nipples as she moans beneath you. You can't forget the image of her incredible melons jiggling as she got more and more aroused that day, her nipples hardening as she worked on Greg's hard cock. You imagine that it is you she is swallowing, and you dream of those mindboggling boobs cupped in your hands, tugging and teasing her huge, dark, pebble-hard nipples as she pleasures you.
After a couple of weeks, the parent company of the brokerage franchise, with the approval of the banks her boss's been borrowing from, appoints your mom to act as interim boss! She is amazed; but it becomes clear the home office has been watching Glen's reports for some time. She is moved to discover that almost nobody in the office has anything but praise for the decision. Your dad is unimpressed, "It looks to me like you'll just be working harder, for no more money!" Her feelings are visibly hurt by his failure to appreciate what this means to her. She goes out to a party with her colleagues, but your dad is a wet blanket, and they leave early.
The next morning, he grunts that he's got to go in to the office, and not to expect him until late. It's not a school day, and you finish breakfast with her, neither of you fully dressed. About half an hour after he leaves, you set up your Powerbook on the desk in her room, and offer to show her a new movie file you've made.
The Quicktime file is marvelous! She is in shock at what appears on the digital movie, and is still more shocked when you hand her copies of the select stills you made. "Don't worry, I've got plenty of extra copies, hidden where you can't find them!" After taking your laptop to your room, you walk back to your mom's room. As you enter, you find her fully clothed and deeply upset. Your mom is both embarassed by and uncomfortable with what she has been caught doing. (Her arousal toward the end there was obvious.)
"What can I say, son? I had to do it to save my job."
"Mom," you say, "that creep Glen is out of the picture. He won't bother you any more. But now... I'm a growing boy, and I want some of what you gave that bastard!" She is so stunned that she can't even speak for a few seconds. She is quivering with anger, and you are delighted by the way this makes her breasts move beneath her business suit.
The slap to your head on the cheek is not unexpected, and the sting is a small price to pay. She tries to bluff it out, "Watch your language young man! I'm still your mother; you can't talk to me that way. I made a mistake, I was vulnerable; but trust me, it will never happen again! I'm not that kind of a woman!"
"It looks to me like I've got proof you are!" you retort.
"No! Get out! Get the hell out of my room!" she shouts, nearly in tears.
"Aren't you forgetting something? I suppose you just want me to keep that movie? I could e-mail copies to dad, and the home office, and maybe the Digital Video Club at the high school..." you trail off speculatively.
She pauses in shock, and finally ekes out a feeble "Honey, you wouldn't...?" You just stare at her and you can see in her eyes that she knows she's lost.
"I love you, mom, and I care about you more than any other man on Earth does; but I've got needs. You know what I want, so strip and bend over. I'm gonna fuck you now," you say sternly.
She seems to have realized that you are serious, and without a word she starts to strip. The blouse goes first, then her skirt and pantyhose (what sick bastard invented those, anyway?). As she sheds her heavy bra, your reaction to her titanic tits gives you away. With a nearly-hidden smirk, she begins squeezing and massaging those gigantic beauties, her small hands on her gigantic areolae and inch-long nipples obviously a source of pleasure to her as well!
You've almost forgotten that you were about to fuck your own lusty, busty mother. But she's still resisting; you have to emphasize your power over her. You're gonna fuck her first, or so you planned; but you *could* make her do a lot more...
"On the bed, mom, on your knees. It's time for you to give me what I need!" you order firmly, taking perverse pleasure the way she doesn't say anything, but just glares at you. Nonetheless, she moves to follow your order. Reluctantly, grudgingly, she gets on the bed and kneels on all fours, her head hanging down between her enormous breasts. Their erotic swaying reminds you why you are here. You climb into the bed and slide up behind her, aiming your cock at your own mother's tight cunt! You reach around and get a grip on her massive melons, pinching the huge erect nipples at the tip of her glorious orbs as you plunge your erection HARD to the very bottom of her liquid hole! |