Chapter 1
"Come here, darling, and rub my breasts."
That was mother calling. She wants me to oil down her body. She says it helps keep her skin looking young and fresh.
Mother is careful to treat her large breasts with extra care and attention. That's why she's calling for me right now. She wants me to rub her breasts.
Ever since I was twelve years old I've been doing it. You might think us a little strange, but really, we're not. We're a very average pair, she and I.
I walk into the bedroom where both mother and I must sleep. We've been out of work for about six weeks and this apartment was the best our budget could afford.
I walk into the bedroom and I see that she has her blouse off. She is removing her bra and preparing for the rub down. My eyes fasten on her big nipples.
Mother is very proud of her breasts. She considers them her best feature. So do her lovers. Mother had had many lovers ever since daddy passed away.
I watched her cup those firm globes in her soft hands. She is careful not to scratch their meat with her long and sharp unpainted fingernails.
Most people consider mother a beautiful woman. They say I take after her. I certainly hope so. I adore my mother and worship the ground that she walks on.
I go to her dresser and take the bottle of baby oil and walk over to her. She is massaging her breasts that have been encumbered in her bra all day.
She does not like to wear a bra because her breasts are so large and wide across that it is difficult for her to find the proper shape and size.
She has been out looking for work all day. She lays back on the bed and I help her to wriggle out of her skirt. Then I remove her high heels and stockings.
Her feet are burning from walking the streets all day. I take them in my little hands and rub the sore arches. A soft sigh rushes from her mouth.
Her long brown hair fluffs along the pillow as she digs her head into it to rest herself. I continue massaging her feet and work my way up her legs.
"Mother, don't get comfortable if you want me to rub your breasts."
I toss her the other pillow so that she can prop up her back. She leans forward and I watch those huge jugs wiggle and jiggle like mounds of jelly.
I love to ease a little of her discomfort whenever I get the chance. Her brown eyes are very weary and her lids half closed. She is dead tired.
I don't like to see her this way. She works too hard and deserves better than this. Mother has taken care of me all by herself every since the day daddy died.
I put some oil in my hand and then place it on a breast. It, too, is very hot. Mother's face is flushed and her eyes closed. Her nipple springs to life.
This happens nearly every time I rub her down. I watched the nipple fill with blood. It shines like a red light bulb from the oil that makes it glisten.
It is nearly as red as my painted fingernails that run over its surface. Mother sighs delightfully. I can feel the steam lifting from her body into the air.
She relaxes into the bed as both my hands encompass her huge bulbs. Her breasts are fine specimens of flesh and blood. Their skin is perfect in its texture.
Not a flaw mars their tender surfaces. Mother has always been in the habit of oiling down her body. It keeps her body looking vibrant and younger than its years.
Let's see, mother must be thirty six now for I am sixteen. Ever since daddy's death she's been forced into making our way as a maid. He left us nothing.
I am sorry that she has to take that kind of work. It is miles below her proper station. My mother should be a queen , or a goddess, and I love her dearly.
I cup both of her massive breasts in my hands and gently encircle them. I rub the oil into their flesh, and run my thumbs over her engorged nipples.
Once I was nearly tempted to kiss one of them. I was massaging her breasts just like I am now and the urge hit me. First, though, my clit started tingling.
But before I could do it mother had bolted up. Now, the same urge hit me. Her fabulous bulbs were springing to life right in front of me and turning me on.
I could feel my cunny start to stream juices inside my pants. I felt my face become flushed and my mouth dry. The webs of my thumbs squeezed the nipples.
Mother purred like a cat. Her eyes were still closed. I could see the tension in her face begin to dissipate. She was totally relaxed putty in my hands.
She was beautiful.
Relaxed and at ease.
Her firm nodules of flesh were mine to fondle and drink in with my eyes. It was thrilling to think that one day my titties would be as big as hers.
Already they were bigger than most girls my age. In fact, no one the age of sixteen that I knew had breasts as large as mine. I was very proud of them.
But they weren't my best feature. Unlike mother, I had blonde hair. My eyes were green just like my father's. But my figure was a beautiful as mom's.
We both had very firm and rotund ass-cheeks. Anytime I wore tight fitting jeans men would always whistle. Sometimes they even made lewd remarks.
But mother showed me how to cavort myself so as to stay out of trouble. Still, things were plenty different today since mother was a child. I wasn't even a virgin.
It wasn't that mom set a bad example for me or anything like that, though she could have all the lovers she wants, it's just that I'm a lusty young girl.
Is that a crime? Before I started fucking I was a chronic masturbator. Is that any better? So what if I enjoy my body and use all of my delectable charms.
I worked my hands down to her belly. I took more oil and rubbed down to her luscious thighs. The meat was tanned and bulged up from my gentle kneading.
I ran my thumbs along the edge of her panties. My palms caressed her inner thighs, and then along the shapely vee of her pelvis, my fingers sneaking inside her silk.
This was a game we always played. I nudge my fingers closer and closer to her cunt seeing how close I can get before she stops me. My nails are on her lips.
I expect her to murmur for me to stop but there is no such admonition forthcoming. I can feel my own nipples rise up as I get closer and closer to her gash.
My fingers are probing her pink cunt lips. I can see her form through her silk panties. Her eyes are closed as if she is asleep, but her nipples are firm and round.
I venture to twiddle her clit between thumb and forefinger and mother bolts awake. Before she can say anything I whisk her panties down and off her cunt.
"I told you just my breasts, Missy, nothing else."
"Sorry, mom, I though it would help you to relax."
That's true enough. I could see from the look on her face that the long day had been wrung out of her by virtue of my tender fondlings. She looked radiant.
I lay beside her on the bed so that I can stroke the length of her upper body. My hands inn over both breasts feeling their massive weight and squeezing them.
Sometimes I caress her belly and watch the flesh bunch up between my fingers. When I feel that she is primed and ready I stretch my hand to her cunt. i give it a quick swipe or two over the lips before she has time to complain and then resume pawing her breasts. Her cunt is sensitive but her breasts more so.
I must confess that it is not the same with me. My cunt is very hot and always burning. I think I could have sex all day long, if I had the chance, that is.
Before I started fucking I used to masturbate all the time. I mean day and night. Sometimes my cunny would be red and raw and drained of every last drop of dew.
Perhaps when my titties are as big as mother's they will be as sensitive as hers. I try to follow all her best habits, like oiling them whenever I get the chance.
I run my hand down her cleavage, and then when I come to the nipples my thumb plays with one and the red nails of my middle and fore-fingers touch the other.
Mother sighs delightfully and lets her voice run down like an engine turning off. I keep my hand where it is a few seconds while working it and drop down.
I run it across her belly very quickly and then move it onto her pussy. For a moment her legs spread open an inch or so. Then she turns herself over.
"Rub my back and thighs, will you, dear?"
I can see her massive breasts bulging out from her sides as they mash into the bed. I pour out oil onto her back and then spurt some on her ass.
Mother's ass is as vivacious and chunky a sight as mine. I used to like to look at my ass in the full-length mirror while I stood in front of it and jerked off.
Mother and I both have the kind of ass mounds that kiss the backs of our thighs and tuck underneath them. No matter what position we are in, our asses look like bulbs.
Beside the fact that they are very chunky and firm, and that men love to fondle them and knead them like dough, our asses are very sensitive and give us much pleasure.
I know so much about mom's personal life because I've seen her in action many times. She doesn't know that I know, because I used to eavesdrop on her lovers. Mother is a very passionate and lusty woman. She enjoys her body immensely. That's why she's letting me caress her ass and thighs right now without saying anything.
I know this, so every time I rub her down I try to work my hands along her sensitive parts to see how much she will let me get away with. I really love her body.
I'm fond of touching and probing every inch of it. She is a scrumptuous woman. I heard a man tell her once that he would love to eat her with a spoon.
That, of course, is impossible. But I know what he meant, that is, what he was trying to say. Mother's body is enough to make you pop a vein.
The sight of her could turn on an impotent man. I mean, I know that for a fact. It concerns another one of my eavesdropping adventures, but that's another story.
I place my middle finger in the crack of her ass and rub back and forth once or twice. It is a momentary teasing but I did feel her pert brown hole.
I keep greasing her ass, reveling in the touch and sight of her glistening and gleaming ass mounds, and try to work my way covertly to her gash.
I keep teasing her brown hole whenever I get the chance. I make believe I am massaging the bottom-most part of her buttocks but really running my palm on her brown hole. My juices are flowing quite freely now inside my tight designer jeans. My nipples are firm and hard. I'm clearly aroused. I bite my lip to stop a sigh from rushing out.
I pour some oil on the back of her thighs and rub it in. I can't resist squeezing the flesh and watching the light catch her flesh as I make it bulge forth.
I sneak my palm to her inner thigh and rub a few times to mask my forefinger that is mildly stroking the lips of her flowering gash. She does not stop me.
I fight hard to hold back a moan of pleasure and look up at her head. Her face is buried in both pillows. I wonder if mother is getting off on my rubbing.
Maybe she, too, is fighting to choke off a hot gasp of excitement. I knead her curvaceous ass-cheeks firmly in both hands and enjoy their meaty feel.
I savor every inch of her. My hands start at her feet and bathe them in oil. Then I run them up the back of her calves and delay a long moment at her gash.
I simultaneously grap her buttocks and part her gash ever so slightly with my thumbs. I hold there managing to run my long thumbnails up and down the lips of her pussy.
I hear a very soft, muffled gasp issue outwards from around her head. I keep on playing with her ass and 'accidentally' probing her budding cunt.
"Darling, you're supposed to be rubbing my back. Concentrate on that."
Ohhhhh, God, how I love my mother. She's the best. The absolute best. She did everything in her life for me. Her strong back is what has carried us this far.
Without her I'd be roving the streets right now like some cheap young whore. She has taught me, without her knowing it, how to deal with evil men.
Having the kind of body, along with the face and features, that I have is a sure ticket to trouble. Unless you know how to take care of yourself, like me.
Of course, there's no reason that I can't enjoy myself in the process, is there? What's a little pre-marital fucking to enliven an otherwise dull existence.
I guess men think that beautiful women have an easy time of it. I mean, to them, what could be a better life than a cunt's! Men have weird ideas about women.
A woman doesn't need any money, goes their logic, if she's beautiful, for she can always get a man to take care of her, as long as she's willing to put out.
But it's not that easy, believe me. There's animals out there. And you can't tell the good ones from the bad ones by the way they dress. Clothes are misleading.
A well-dressed man means nothing. The cruelest rogue could be hiding behind that garb. Yet women can't resist that type, especially if he's handsome.
I guess in that respect mother and I have the same problem. Horny devils that we are, we are always settling for some hunk of flesh over a nice guy.
But what the hell, you only live once. I learned about death at an early age, when daddy passed away. Right then I was determined to enjoy myself while I was young.
If you don't take chances you'll never get anywhere. That's why I was 'Accidentally' pawing mother's gash. I was curious to see how she would take to it.
And doing it afforded me much pleasure. I resumed my massage on her back and eased off on my fondlings of her gash. I could see that the lips had parted open.
Her clit must be rubbing against the bed sheets. As I stroked her back, I pushed her back and forth so that her clit would be teased in the process.
I was right. Her clit was swollen and protruding put of her gash and rubbing against the stiff linen fabric. Her face was very red. Her breaths were heavy.
"Okay, Missy, I think I've had enough. You can stop."
"Are you sure, mother, really, it's no trouble."
"I'm fine now. Straighten up, I have something to tell you."
It was then that mother proceeded to tell me that she had found a job, a very good one, in fact, that promised a lot of money for it was as a maid for a rich man.
The man lived in his own estate. We were to have our own servants quarters and everything. Mother had told them about me and they said I could live there too.
I was thrilled. We could leave this flea bitten apartment that was way too small for the both of us. I mean, when mother needed a lover she had no privacy.
She was too embarrassed to ask me to leave, or even admit that she was up to something. But she didn't have to explain. I understood. I picked up and went to a movie.
Normally, I would have stayed and watched her fuck and jerk myself off. But I had done that so many times before that it no longer held any interest for me.
I knew exactly how mother fucked, and in every position she liked, and knew exactly what kind of men it was that she liked. She liked big burly men.
I don't think I ever saw mother get down with a man who had a cock smaller than six inches. She had an uncanny knack for choosing men who were well-endowed.
I had a suspicion that mother had a well for a cunt. I couldn't be sure, but all indications were that mother had a huge box, the kind a cock could get lost in.
Invariably her men always feverishly played with her tits, because not only were they massive and inviting, but mother when completely bonkers when they were made love to.
I don't know how many men had sucked on those breasts like they were starving babies, but their meat still remained fresh and firm. They were just perfect globes.
And her ass, of course, made a vivacious sight when she was on her hands and knees and turned it up. I saw more than one man's mouth gape open from its sight.
All in all, mother's features and charms were enough to seduce a priest. And when she was in action and fucking like mad her best talents revealed themselves.
She was an excellent cocksucker. Everything I learned about sucking a cock properly I had learned from her, from kissing the head to gobbling the staff down my throat.
I knew from my own experience that that drove men wild. Where mother learned it I do not know. But she sucks a mean cock, and better than anyone I know.
Once I caught mother fucking with a black dude. It was a few years ago and I had got home from school early. I was always horny, you know, after school.
Invariably, the first thing I did upon entering the house was run to my room and take off my clothes and get ready to masturbate in front of the mirror.
I was fond of laying down on the floor of my room in front of the full-length mirror with my legs spread wide open and my wet gash gaping.
I watched myself play with my clit and thought of sucking and fucking cocks. All kinds of cocks, black ones and white ones, and even blue and red ones.
But that day I didn't have to think of anything. There was a fantasy taking place right in front of my eyes. They were so busy they didn't see me enter.
I snuck up the stairs and watched them intently through the banister. Mother was on her knees, her face flushed and her mouth stuffed to the brim with cock.
He sat on the couch and her big tits rested on his leg. She jutted her ass up so that her cheeks parted and two of his fingers were stuck up his ass.
Mother lovingly mouthed his rock hard black pole and it glistened with her spit. He moved his fingers in and out of her fast and she was bucking into them.
She was very hot. Her cunt lips were an angry red color. Her nipples had bloated to an immense size. I was flabbergasted at the sight, and my clit tingled.
As I watched her suck hard on his cock, drawing her lips around the bulbous cock head and sucking it in her mouth, I pulled my pants off and spread my legs.
I concentrated my gaze on two things, her drawing mouth and his fingers that raced in and out of her brown hole poking into her flanks as if they were made of clay.
Mother's moan of pleasure was muffled by the cock stuffed in her mouth. I fingered my clit hard and watched her raise up and then plant herself atop his cock.
To my amazement, that sturdy black pole did not lodge itself in her dripping pink hole, but instead pierced into her budded-open ass. I was astounded.
Mother's hand reached around and helped the huge staff to push up her tract. There was look of pain on her face but her throaty moans were ones of pleasure.
She seemed to be enjoying the pain of entry. It was then that I realized that mother was truly a lusty woman, who liked all kinds of cock in any of her holes.
Her only criterion in judging a cock was that it be big. The black dude's cock certainly filled the bill in that respect, and it throbbed in her hole.
Mother was letting out deep grunts of pleasure. She had lost all control of herself and was sucking the man's tongue into her mouth. Her ass bobbed up and down.
It was hard for that big cock to lodge all of itself up her smaller tract for it was hard and stiff and very wide across. But mother was determined.
She held onto the man's broad shoulders, and with a fierce effort managed to lodge that thing firmly up her ass. Her luscious ass pressed against his sac of balls.
Once firmly engulfed, the dude grabbed her chunky mounds and beat her up and down on his cock. I saw mother's eyes rolling in her head, her mouth gaping.
Her big jugs jiggled in front of the man's face and he captured a blood gorged nipple inside his sucking mouth. I saw his tongue flicking like mad .
Mother took her hand and pressed his sac of balls against her hot ass mounds while she jumped up and down on his cock. She was hot as a firecracker.
So was I. I had two fingers strumming in and out of my cunt at a furious pace. My other hand was on my swollen clit and tweaked it, hard, then very hard.
I saw mother take her other tit and placed the bloated nipple into her own mouth. When I saw that I became inflamed and bolted a third finger up my hole.
Mother then took her hands and spread her ass-cheeks wide and then slapped them closed. For an instance I caught an unimpeded glance of that cock's penetration.
The pink ring of flesh that was the rim of her ass-hole was stretched to an unreal size. The ring of flesh encircled the base of the staff and gripped it.
As mother raced herself up and down on the cock, she kept her ass-cheeks parted so that all of the hot cock pierced upward and into her boiling bowels.
Each time she sheathed the instrument up to his balls. When the cock head banged against something inside after each poke she let out a lusty moan.
She built up a feverish rhythm on that cock, all the while keeping her ass-cheeks spread wide and revealing to me the pulverizing fuck she was giving herself.
Both my ankles were atop the banister so as to allow my fingers total access in plunging in and out of my gaping cunt. Suddenly, mother pulled off him.
The cock head popped cut of her hole and it slowly resumed its former shape. She went to her knees and took his shit stained cock in her mouth.
I saw her mouth it whole and lick the staff clean as a whistle. Then she laid on the floor purring like a hot cat and mauling her massive breasts in her hot hands.
Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and beckoned for the dude to drop his come in her mouth. He hovered above her and snapped his cock to the point of orgasm.
As he was about to come he bent his knees and put the head to her open mouth. A heavy gob of scum bursts from the tip and went directly into mother's mouth.
He pumped his whole load along her lips and cheeks. Mother kept capturing big gobs of scum on her tongue and swallowing it down, savoring every drop.
I felt my gash begin to glow and then a spasm rocked through my body. I plunged my fingers faster in and out of my cunt.
As the dude wrung out his cock in mother's mouth, I came. I watched her tongue run along her come-stained lips.
When there was no more come to be had she smiled like a contented kitten. The dude kept his cock in her mouth and she cleaned it.
And no one ever knew I was there.