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Jimmy Wilson hopped down from Jerry Smother's large four wheel drive truck, waving as it pulled away, and with his shoulders drooping walked up the driveway toward his mother Barbara's house. He had been living there the last two years since he had graduated from college and mostly she took every chance to remind him that he was a guest. More recently, she had made it clear he should feel free to leave at any time. She always been cold, as mother's go, and generally Jerry was happiest to avoid direct contact with her.
Tonight he had been bowling with Barbara's fiance, Jerry Haig. A broad thick built man with rough features and a gravely voice, Jimmy thought Jerry looked like he could handle himself in any situation. Like Barbara, Jerry was well into his fifties but he was confidant in his maturity and masculinity, always meeting Jimmy with a strong grip in his thick hand. Also like Barbara, he was heavy boned and carried extra weight on a large frame.
Barbara had arranged this outing, hoping to foster a positive relationship between her son and this man who had become the focus of her life. The lights in the front room made it clear she was waiting for him and he was sure he was in for a grilling as soon as he walked in the door.
"You're back! How did it go? Where did you go?" His mother Barbara, hardly looked up as an emery board in her left hand stroked at the outlines of the nails on her right.
"Huh? We went bowling. You knew that."
"Really?" Her deep voice expressed doubt. She cocked an eyebrow and gave her look of doubt and disdain, seeming to expect the worst. She crossed her heavy calves under her skirt and turned to one side, giving him a passive agressive cold shoulder as she seemed to merely lean into better light for her manicure.
"Jerry was OK. We had nachos and brews, bowled a couple of games. It was a lot of fun."
"Jimmy, you shouldn't have asked him to do that. He was nice enough to take you bowling."
"Mom, I'm not that guy. I didn't ask for anything.", he protested. "We were having a good time, he bought some food and so I covered a second pitcher of beer. What's the big deal?"
"I want him to like you, not think of you as a burden."
"Huh? He's cool, Mom." thinking of Jerry's cool gaze and broad grin. Hoping to change the subject, Jimmy spoke up, "The games went ok - I've never been a regular at bowling and when I last did it was before college. Anyway, I could have done worse. Jerry said I should join his league."
"Oh right.... like you didn't drop any hints? He just offered you a spot on his team?"
"Mom, why are you like this? You push us together, and now that things are OK, you act like it's not going to work out. He's your fiance. If he likes you, it makes sense he could like me."
She held her hands out with her fingers straight up, admiring her perfect tapered nails, her arms squeezing her generous breasts together. Barbara was a big woman and that started with the rich melons that filled out her large bosom. Her heavy breasts bulged up, the dark chasm between them seeming deep enough that Jimmy felt if he should fall in there, he might never come up for air. He tried not to stare but he couldn't ignore the creamy flesh on such generous display.
He sighed aloud. "Will you knock it off? It's not the Olympics. People can bowl for fun." He implored, his voice almost trailing off as he let his gaze bore into the deep cleft between Barbara's tits.
She responded with a sigh of her own, "That man. Doing so much to help you. What spot has he made for you?" Barbara relaxed her arms, her flat palms smoothing the fabric of her top, drawing further attention to her landmark udders. He imagined he could see fat nipples bulging the front of her heavy bra, it's outline and lace texture evident beneath the clinging blouse of fine synthetic. Barb continued to look away in disdain and Jimmy took the chance to further his visual survey, even as he tried to respond to her. Still he stammered, the spectacle of his mother's bosom more than he could take in.
Mother snorted softly, showing derision, "We'll see, won't we." With that remark, she rose to her feet and walked past her son toward the hallway. "Jerry and I are going out in a little while. I expect him back here almost anytime."
She waved a hand toward the kitchen as she started down the hall, "Fix yourself some dinner if you'd like. The two of us will be eating out."
Indifferant, she moved away. Hanging in her place was a cloud of her scent, her womanly musk blended with a new perfume she'd only worn since she'd started seeing Jerry. It was sweet but exotic, and tickled his masuline imagination, fueling the risque thoughts of his mother increasingly rolling around in his head. Today, a tropic skirt hung from her wide butt and swayed with her movements as she strolled down the hall toward her room. From behind, the view of Barbara was round and wide, her heavy ass rolling as she walked away. Jimmy stared, admiring her abundance.
He paused, breathing in her scent and focusing on an image of those fat cheeks moving against each other beneath the soft clinging skirt. He imagined the warm sweet air held beneath the fabric, and the filmy barrier of her panties covering her dark treasures. And then his thoughts accelerated; he desired that her cunt and ass were bare for him as he knelt behind her, her feet wide spread so his access was unencumbered. Her skirt hanging over his back- tenting him in her feminine aura, the air dark, warm and rich with the smell of her heavy body. Her deep ass cleft and a velvety labia were naked for him to press his face to. His fantasy was to be merely lifting his chin to savor her womanhood as her silky asscheeks were smothering against the press of his face.
With a jolt he shook off the thoughts, acknowledging that his mother's womanly expanse was a canvas for increasingly depraved desires. It seemed like ever since she and Jerry got back from a recent Vegas trip, his mother was dressing nicer. She had new clothes that were showing off her heavy build and the result was that she was far sexier than any other woman in her fifties. She seemed more and more to draw his attention and flame his sexual desire... as he finally turned toward the kitchen, he wondered if she was even being just a little nicer to him. He gave his head a shake, realizing that idea was just more fantasy.
Jimmy fixed a frozen dinner and ate it at the bar in the kitchen. He took his time, anticipating an evening at home with his mother away from the house. His excitement was rising, but he managed to keep a calm exterior, quietly finishing the microwaved entree then clearing away his dishes. He was watching tv in his room when Barbara called a farewell and the front door latched shut. He switched off the television and waited quietly, listening for the familiar sound of Jerry's large pickup. He heard them pulling away, and after a few quiet minutes of silence he relaxed.
Jimmy stood up and shedding his shorts and t shirt quickly, he moved naked through the hallway to his mother's bedroom door. The door was left ajar and with a touch it swung inward to admit him passage. He merely stepped in, pausing to savor that sense of being in another world whenever he entered Barbara's room. Her perfume hung in the air and he felt her beauty all around him. There was fine jewelry displayed or set aside, glittering among bottles of exotic scents and packaged beauty treatments. Lace and luxurious fabrics were prevalent, everthing upholstered and comfortable. Jimmy's manhood had hung loose but it twitched and began to tighten as he took it all in.
He moved slowly to the dressing table and immediately misted himself generously with Midnight Lust cologne. It was the one that Barbara had started wearing recently and for Jimmy it was irresistable -something he was both inspired and excited by.
His eyes dropped to rove the furniture top and then his hand seized upon a tube of lip stick. He turned to the mirror and slowly applied to his lips. To his naked eye the glossy wax in the brass tube seemed dark but he could see in the mirror how the color was a good match for his skin. He pursed his mouth in a kiss and savored the sexy feel on his lips. Barbara's other cosmetics were there and with a awkward touch Jimmy applied blush and heavy eye shadow. He drew back from the mirror, admiring the transformation. The effect was strong, he knew but what he saw in the mirror looked more womanly and sexual now.
Jerry turned and with slow languid steps made his way to his mother's bathroom. He saw himself saunter by in the mirror. He felt the sensuous spine and wagging hips of a vixen but the mirror revealed a large adult male with a thick burgeoning penis. He knew what the mirror revealed and accepted it; focusing on the makeup what he saw was a big sissy. He wanted to look soft, feminine - vulnerable. He studied his rich dark colored lips and the heavy makeup around his eyes. He took in the feminity that they granted, hungry for it. He put his hands to his man tits and carressed them, teasing and pinching at the small pink nipples, posing in the mirror as the sexual thrill raced through him.
He loved to dress in soft seductive lingerie, and often he imagined himself being used many times and in many ways. He never thought of himself as gay, but he knew as a sissy he would be most validated by sucking a cock. He dreamed of being mounted and used from every angle, his hungry manpussy pounded by a demanding lover.
Jimmy turned away from the mirror, and stepped into his mother's private bath. It was it's own sphere of feminitity, containing treasures Jimmy could never find anywhere else. Here, hanging on the back of the door was a soft luxiourious mass of nylon and chiffon. It was his Mother's nightwear- all silk and lace, some mostly sheer. They all offered the most delicate carress against his skin. And just a step away was the laundry basket, a treasure chest. In there were his mother's soiled finery. Her bras and stockings, and the panties that would carry the blessing of Morning Lust only enhancing the rich scents emitted by Barb's large but beautiful body.
Some nights the variety of delights in the laundry was all he hungered for. He would wear the sculpted full coverage bras and find panties that best matched the bra. He'd model a bra before the mirror, mauling his fat_boy titties and stroking his sensitive nipples. Beautiful panties of soft fabric would tent with the rise of his hard prick, often revealing a moisture stain as he leaked precum.
In time, it became that he would try each item in the bin and try on dresses as well as underwear. It was this way he learned how it felt to really dress as woman. Fueled by the new feelings, his curiosity led him eventually to add cosmetics to his transformation.
But tonight he wanted something else. He wanted to be immersed in the softness and beauty. He wanted to feel as delicate and womanly as he could. He stroked the gowns and robes hidden on the back side of the door. Barbara enjoyed frilly feminine things and her nightgowns were all seductive and beautiful, with lace trim, bloused sleeves and panels of chiffon. He had worn them all and loved to climax while thrilling to their special carress. Tonight he selected a long nylon nightgown with wide ruffles. It was a recent addition; a girlish light pink with a modest vee opening over the bosom that was lined with the white ruffle. The gathered fabric around the bodice really added too much flair but for now, it was a favorite. He slithered into it from the bottom hem, raising his arms so it settled sensuously over his bare skin. It had an elastic gather at the waist and he especially enjoyed the way the gown hung, stroking his naked legs and butt cheeks. As he stretched and arched his back, he could feel the feminine touch of the tender cloth, breathing in the cologne that swirled in the air around him. The bosom was pretty with the oversized ruffle but really was more open than usual and he was able to reach his own sensitive nipples very easily.
He turned to the nearby mirror and savored the image... his makeup now with the frilly nightie was looking so much more sexy.
Barbara was certainly a BBW so her clothes hung on his wide masculine shoulders well enough. Sadly, he didn't have her large soft breasts to fill the front or her broad bountiful butt to fill the back, but as he ran his hands over the silky nylon he felt soft and feminine, imagining himself to be full figured and beautiful like his mother. He carressed his own round man tits, his fingers circling then pulling the fabric aside to tickle his tiny nipples. His eyes drooped and his hips swiveled as the first surges of that special sensation worked through him. For a moment of his fantasy, Jimmy thought of Barbara's large breasts, imagining large dark nipples and how she'd be so aroused as he sucked on one and then the other. He rolled and twisted his tiny nubs, thinking of her fat teats filling his mouth and her hips squirming with pleasure as he nursed hungrily at her bosom.
As Jimmy relished the flow of pleasure caused by teasing his nipples, he moved his hands to his flanks and down below his pudgy waist. His hands reached between his legs, both front and behind, carressing his ass and thighs as if a lover were exploring his shape, the delicate fabric a froth carressing his hard penis, his ass and the sensitive skin inside his thighs.
Curving his back to press his butt against the imagined lover behind him, he used his hand to carress his ass cheeks, then pulling up, sliding the long skirt of the gown up to his waist. With two hands, he squeezed smooth silken butt cheeks, then let a finger fall to tickle the rosebud of his ass. The touch was thrilling and as Jimmy's head swam with the scent of Midnight Lust, he felt his excitement surge. His finger stroked the delicate back side of his scrotum and then back onto the rough crater of his anus. He knew how this would session would end and he was ready to get started. Pressing two fingers together lengthwise, he used their combined width and pressure to massage and stimulate his hole. Jimmy leaned back, pressing the lips of his pussy to the probing fingers of his lover, encouraging those fingers to press further.
He relaxed, letting the soft gown fall back around his legs, as his euphoria settled. His eyes his moved slowly sweeping the private bath, seeking more stimulation. With a sigh, he moved directly to the laundry bin, anticipating another level of arousal from the treasure he knew was inside. He lifted the hamper lid slowly, relishing the moment of it's contents being revealed to him. Each weekend there was a fresh stock to this trove of rich fantasy. Tonight, only Barbara's soiled panties were the target.
Distracted, he spied an ornately decorated bra, pink satin with a lace overlay. It's large capacity was evident as the large cups mounded the soft panties that were d****d over it. Jimmy gathered the bra and rubbed his face with the shaped cups. He imagined his face buried in his Mother's ample bosom. Holding the two cups with the fingers of each hand spreading them as if full, he pressed his face between them, savory the texture of the decorative lace, breathing in the scent of his mother that clung to the fabric.
He returned the bra to the pile and resumed his foraging, stirring through the mass of fine apparel, gathering several pairs of Barbara's size 28 panties. He pressed the wadded silken mass to his face. The soft carress and the fuller scent of her perfume and personnal odors ran a thrill through his whole body. Wearing his mother's ultra feminine nightgown, pressing his face into a pile of her dirty underwear, Jimmy knew he was depraved but he loved the way he felt right no and how all this immersed him in his adoration of Barbara.
Swinging his hips to feel the carress of the frilly nightgown across his iron hard penis, he carried his mother's underwear and some of her toys to his room, opening his arms to drop the trove onto his bed. Jimmy laid out two dongs and a round tipped vibrator, all within easy reach. Then pressing the fragrant lingerie to his face he laid himself back onto the bed.
He moved slowly, using the gown's sexy cloth to stroke his skin, paying particular attention to his cock, now rock hard and frequently oozing precum. Most of Barbara's dirty panties he layed across his face, loving the softness and excited by the rich scents that saturated them. He thought of his mother's heavy pale thighs spreading for him to crawl toward her treasure, her voice mocking and teasing him as he sought to press his face into her softness, his mouth and noise to feast on the scents and flavors, his faced bathed and smothered by his mothers fat wet pussy.
He had images saved on his laptop, stylized drawing of large heavy women and scrawny men they cruely dominate, men who endure all humliation for the honor to serve. He knew when he first saw any of them, far fetched images not even photo shop could create, he knew that he was one of those men. Scrawny insignificant but tied to a large woman with adoration that was worship. He wanted to serve her sweet holes, even or especially her asshole. He imagined kneeling to masturbate as she pissed on him. He thought of her threatening with a crop as his gratefully licked at her click for her pleasure.
Jimmy's fingers sought his tiny nips and stimulated them. Pinching and rubbing, alternating between pain and caress. His nipples were wonderfully sensitive and playing with them could turn his penis to iron. His lips and tongue worked at the silky nest covering his face, thinking of his mother squatting over him, queening her blessed cunt over his mouth, her long nailed fingers teasing his nipples, demanding he please her.
Soon he was writhing, a soft nylon cocoon of the nightgown d****d over his bare legs and torso, his erection tenting the wide butt panties he had spread there to soak up his copious precum.. He scooped the gown up around his waist and pulled his knees back toward his shoulders. He squeezed his hard tits then pulled on his nipples again, looking up as if into face of the lover he was giving himself to. Open like a female ready for sex, Jimmy began in earnest to press and finger at his asshole. He'd cleaned thoroughly in the shower, and his finger soon wormed their way into a clean moist heaven. Swirling his finger, he was quickly able to add a second finger as his sphincter relaxed and gave way to the thrilling penetration. Jimmy worked the two fingers in his pussy, pressing and pulling, stretching his hole and driving his passion higher with every move.
Anal stimulation was Jimmy's most secret passion. He craved it intensely but never had shared that any of his few lovers. It was while he was still a curious and tender c***d playing in the bath, that he had discovered that he liked stimulating his anus. He begun by just rubbing it but soon enough, young Jimmy was sliding a finger in and out. As he matured and hormones changed his focus, he learned to enjoy it more often and more aggressively. As he reached middle school he was discovering the larger items he could push in there. By the time he'd graduated from high school and was headed for college, his asshole was well accustomed to welcoming all manner of penetration, from bananas to flashlights. Later at college, leaving the privacy of his family home, he found the accommodations crowded and dorm living had made such playtime hard to come by. But since graduating and returning home, he'd pursued the hobby ernestly.
It was in his teens, all ready eager to be anally used, he found crossdressing blended right into the fun. Saddly, even through the growth spurts of high school Barbara's clothing had always been too large. Since coming back from college he was broader in the beam and now his mother's wardrobe fit very comfortably. Her tastes were rich and ornate - all the finer things provided so much for a sissy's fertile imagination. Her lingerie and silkly nightgowns always set the stage for him to reach that next level of excitement. Coursing through Barbara's things like a k** in a candy shop, he had almost shouted aloud when he'd first found her sex toys. A stout vibrator and an assortment of mostly smaller dildos were buried beneath sheets and linens in a small dresser kept off to one side of her room. He'd quickly determined that the largest longest one there was his favorite and he had ridden it's pleasurable penetration many times. But recently a new mammoth dong had joined the collection and Jimmy's ass had all it could handle.
Legs spread like a feminine lover ready for penetration, Jimmy reached out, grasping the smaller dildo and pressed it to his hungry hole. His ass took it all greedily, so well trained and naturally juicy wet was his asspussy after years of play. He had not needed extra lube for a long time - he'd learned that his well cleaned butt was as moist and welcoming as a vagina to any toy he found. He squeezed the muscles inside his ass, relishing as the firmness pressed it's way to his core. Once it touched bottom, he pushed the end down into the mattress and rocked himself on it, imagining a lover's cock was pressing and riding into his loins.
Soon fully aroused, he removed the starter toy and reached for the giant dildo he couldn't believe his mother even owned. He failed to imagine her as slut enough to accommodate it, its girth was so great. His first several times with this fat dong had been painfull, demanding a new extreme aperature for his very experienced anus. When he'd first held it in his hand, it had felt so fat like a baseball bat, with a cock shaped head and a huge set of balls to balance it. He knew it would hurt but he had to have it inside him. Now weeks later, Jimmy still had to press himself onto the huge toy but the painfull adjustment was a thing of the past. He felt his ass stretch and finally the huge rubber glans began to move inward, filling him up like nothing had before. It made it more thrilling finding this treasure in his mother's private horde. As he stuffed his pussy full, he rocked himself on the round head that he felt buried into the core of his gut. Even as it felt like it could tear him open inside, he continued and pressed himself on the phallus, loving the touch and fullness so deep within. His pleasure now was intense. He cock had long been limp, so relaxed were all his loins to accomodate his anal lover. Jimmy reached for the vibrator and switched it on.
His knew his ass was as full as it could be, but when he gripped the handle of the vibrator between his thighs, that action squeezed his buttcheeks harder around the rubber phallus. He set the wand so that his soft useless clitcock lay drapped over the round knob of the vibrator, while it's pulses through the handle stimulated his balls and prostate as well. Rocking his hips in a fucking motion, Jimmy pinched and stroked at his sensitive nipples. It was all so much and soon he was lost on a cloud of pleasure, spasms coursing through him, white cum dribbling from his passive penis. The orgasm had waves that were long and deep. He felt soft and vulnerable, his being reduced to just his gaping ass and it's moist grip on the rubber cock that owned him. His muscles fluttered as they tried to grip but not eject his lover's massive cock. Deep in his bowels, he rocked the bottom of his love pit on the generous tip of the dildo.

Barbara Wilson was a big woman with prescense. With military posture her 5'8" height had never seemed slight, and she was always forward leaning in her dealings with people. Her strengths earned her a secure position as a dispatcher for a busy trucking yard. With her strong personality and a deep commanding voice she could wrangel her fleet of trucks like a drill sargeant and often acted like exactly that. Amidst the roar of trucks and fork lifts she could yell across the yard and all the men would hear her very well. They also knew they wanted no part of her hard manner.
Yet, as a woman Barbara had always had been "big boned" and was pretty chippy about her self image. In her early years, men had looked past the padding down below, captivated by the firm melons up top. Almost all failed to realize the bright spark in her hazel eyes and what energy lied within. She had born her son while in her early twenties and that pregnancy had ballooned all of her form but especially her chest. Her ladies went from a strong C cup to hearty G size. Her bra cups now could each hold a soccer ball with no stress of their sturdy construction. Her ass had blossomed from a comfortable 40" to a broad landscape that seemed to grow more girth every year. Motherhood had left it's mark, and the interest of most men was just a memory. Today, she thought her heavy breasts with massive nipples and her broad 50" ass as womanly assets but she knew alot of people didn't see it the way she did. Now into her fifties, she felt as if she still had so much going for her with the wisdom of maturity to enhance it all, but she felt unappreciated and undesireable. But Jerry had taken her onto his arm, and life was better than she'd ever expected.
She first met Jerry Smothers when he visited the trucking company where she worked. He was a car dealer looking for regular transport for his inventory. Barb routinely fielded such inquiries for the company and she worked to earn Jerry's business for the firm. In time, not only were Jerry's cars being well handled by Barb's company, but they had developed a relationship of their own.
Besides being martial in her bearing, Barbara was a neat freak always demanding order. Her desk, clothes, and home were always in neat order, her professional paperwork impecable.
Appropriately, she really was bordering on being a germaphobe. Cleanliness was more than a virtue for her and that meant all the mess involved in sex made it difficult for her. Jerry's patience and some use of alchohol had broken through many barriers but there were still hard lines for her. Oral sex was such a hard line for her. She'd never be able to perform that act for Jerry... and on the times he'd gotten past her defenses to go down on her, she refused to kiss him for days afterward. She had very much enjoyed the sensations and the orgasms he gave her but she remained offended that he could even think of doing that.
Barbara trusted Jerry. She put herself in his hands like she had no other man. He'd drawn her out and she felt she'd blossomed under his care. It started with the patience Jerry had taken to court her, how he carefully unlocked parts of Barbara that had always been hidden. She learned to give herself to him, to relax and enjoy a ride of comfort and largess. Then there was the trip to Las Vegas. So much was differant after that. They had been an item for 9 months or more when Jerry invited her for a weekend in Sin City- a few days and nights of all fun with no worries. She gladly accepted without hesitation,
The day of their trip, Barb and Jerry were booked to fly out at 8 pm for a long weekend in Sin City. At 4 pm, Barb was still posing in her bedroom, trying differant outfits as she decided what to pack. She had new beach fashions she hoped to wear. It was tough to find attractive garments for her large size but these were much prettier than usual, loose and well tailored for her large proportions. She also had new bra and panty sets she'd purchased just for this trip - she loved wearing nice lingerie and Jerry certainly appreciated every lace or embroidered item she modeled for him.
As she wriggled her heavy breasts into a new Goddess brand brassiere, it's scuplted and embroidered construction displayed her mammaries as prize trophys. She carressed her breasts, squeezing them together. Her fingers sought her fat brown nipples, circling them on the outside of the bra cup. Her flesh tingled immediately and in response she pressed her fingers into the fabric, bearing down to stimulate her hungry flesh. Her nipples were extroidinarly sensitive... on more than one occassion, Jerry had coaxed an orgasm from her with nipple and breast play only. No other man had ever been patient enough for her to achieve that plateau. Barbara admired her heavy chest and relished the prospect of Jerry doing his usual good job of losing himself in that abundance.
She reached down and carressed her sex through the high waist panties that were colored and embroidered to match her bra, pushing hard into the fabric, using one finger to circle the tip of her clit. She remembered the feel of Jerry's mouth, the delicious feeling of him tonguing her. God! It was so disgusting to think about but nothing else felt quite that good. With a shiver up her spine, Barbara pulled her hands free of her flesh, her fingers curling as she shook her hands at shoulder height. She had to stop now... Jerry was sure to take very good care of her for the next several days.
Barbara finished her packing and when the suitcases were closed up, she sought out Jimmy to carry them to the door. Jerry would be here soon and she wanted to be ready to go. She leaned her head into Jimmy's doorway, "Honey, could you carry my bags out? I don't want to hold Jerry up at all."
Jimmy left his video and followed his mother's voice back to her room. When he walked in, he paused briefly. The room was rich with a new cologne his mother was wearing. It was captivating, as was she. Barb stood by her luggage, one heel raised. Her sumptuos form was wrapped in a soft knit dress hanging below her knees. It followed every bit of her heavy bbw curves. Her tits, side saddles and massive hips were softly defined into a wealth of feminine charm. Modest heels gave her thick ankles a nice look, while glittery jewels were on her fingers and breasts. The afternoon sun came in the window, backlighting her with a glow that lent her a Goddess's aura, the knit shining as its fine fibers caught the light to outline her shape while the jewelry sparked and reflected back at her spellbound offspring.
Her 27 year old son was unable to hold back his male reaction, "Wow!" He only been back from college a few weeks and his fascination with his mother as an object of desire was still developing. At this moment, his mother could not be more beautiful, mature and regal. For Jerry, her femiminity was bedazzling.
She smiled richly at him, immediately realizing that her own son was struck with her. "Well, thank you." She placed her hand modestly across her large bosom as she stepped aside for him to gather up her bags.
She ran her hand across his broad shoulders and down his back as he moved toward the door. "Such a good boy." She offered, watching his shoulders and arms flex. Though never very fit, she noticed Jimmy had grown to be a broadly built man. "You're such a dear!" she commented stepping in and giving him a quick hug as he passed.
She only meant to give him a loving touch but Jimmy felt her breast against his arm and as her carress moved down his spine his cock surged. He self consciously was so glad he was wearing jeans which did a good job of constraining his suddenly surging organ.
As her son set the bags in the foyer, Barbara moved in, bending to adjust the contents inside her soft carryon bag. Jimmy stepped aside and found an inspiring view of his mothers wide ass. The clinging knit was so soft he could even make out the panty line. He knew they were broad size granny panties, either of slippery nylon or sheer chiffon. He realized only their gentle support kept the softness of that knit dress from dr****g beautifully into the crevice between his mother's massive buttcheeks. He breathed her cologne and wondered how much sweeter the air could be between those cheeks.
He assumed it was wrong to lust after his Mother like he did. All ready out of college, in his late twenties and starting a life.... but all he wanted was to worship his mother's large beautiful body.
Barb and Jerry were barely out of the driveway before Jimmy moved quickly to his mother's room. He went into the bath and to her laundry. By the time he was scooping her soiled panties out, his hard cock was all ready free of his pants and drooling. He pressed the sweet lingerie to his face, smelling his Mother's scent and rapidly pulling on his dripping cock. In just a few strokes he was blasting semen onto the wall, thick ropes of it clinging to the paint and then dribbling toward the gap behind the hamper. So strong was his orgasm that three long squirts reached wall, with just a weak dribble left to flow down his shaft and over his fingers.
Jimmy turned his head to the bouquet of chiffon and lace that hung on the back of the door, anticipating the caress of that softness. He would cum again that night and would certainly sleep wrapped in some of that sensous fabric.

As they pulled away from the house, Barbara slid across the truck's bench seat and pressed her left tit into Jerry as he drove. She stretched across her bosom and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Oh, Jerry. I'm so excited... this is going to be fun." She bounced in her seat, "I feel 18, not 52!"
Jerry, a large man of stature reached his broad hand over to rest possessively on Barb's thigh, moving it familiarly up her between her legs, "Oh, yeah, Barbie. We're gonna have a ball." His finger pressed strongly against her panties and the mound of her sex. At that touch he pulled back and put his hand on the wheel. He knew to be strong but patient with her... just a touch here and there would keep her headed in the right direction.
Barbara felt familiar butterflies as they rode away. His confidant touch made his point, but the way he playfully called her Barbie was so extraordinary it always charmed her. It made her feel girlish, like his sexy plaything. By the time they'd reached the airport, Barbara had left all thoughts of work, her underemployed son and all aspects of her day to day life behind. Now she was Jerry's eager girlfriend, to be led, used, entertained and well provided for. She loved being able to put everything on him and just go along for the ride. For over a year now that had been working for them both very well.
The flight was smooth and with the relaxation provided by a canned margarita, they leaned on each other and slept most of the way. Feeling rested and wide eyed at the new sights, the dry air Nevada filled their lungs and they hurried to a cab and away from the airport. It was still late in the night and they let themselves be dazzled by all of the Vegas glitz and glamour after dark. Jerry gave the driver their hotel's card then slid the plexiglass closed. As they stopped at a light, with the hustle of the Strip around them, Jerry took Barb in an embrace, crushing her tits between them as he pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her strongly, his tongue bathing in her mouth. Both his hands went to her breasts, squeezing them together, his fingers digging to prod at her nipples. Barb's tongue praised his with lively carresses, his actions giving promise that her full bosom was going to get Jerry's fullest attention. They were both excited to be there together, eager for all that lay ahead.
They checked in at the hotel and let the bellman lead them to their room. He placed their bags and after being sure they were comfortable with the accommodations, accepted his tip and gratitiously left. As the door swung shut, Jerry turned on his heels and remarked, "I didn't think he'd ever leave." As he faced the room, he saw Barbara was on the balcony, her faced glowing in the city lights, her beauty and rich shape caught in a perfect image. He moved in next to her, his left hand pressing up against her buttcrack, his right hand possessively grasping her tit. "Damn- you are so beautiful." He crushed his mouth to her as his hands massaged her generous assets.
The kiss broke and Barb leaned her head into him, left breathless by her own mounting passion. She knew her panties were going to be soaked through by the time she got them off... but she resolved that Jerry would get to see her wearing them first. She lifted her face to his, gave him a peck on the cheek and then began to back away into the room.
Shuffling her feet, she swayed in time to a beat heard only in her head, swinging her wide hips in time. She kicked her heels to one side and then began gathering the skirt of her dress, lifting it to waist height. She paused, sideways to Jerry, a coy smile on her face as she posed like a calender girl. She shook her head and laughed, feeling so free and beautiful - all empowered by the admiration in Jerry's eyes. He had come in from the railing, leaning in the jam of the doorway as he watched Barbara's sensous display. She gathered the soft fabric under her breasts and cradled them back and forth before pulling it all up and over her head. She shook her hair free as her arms brought it up and away from her shoulders. With a toss the dress landed in a heap atop her closed suitcase.
Barbara swallowed as she suddenly felt self conscious... this kind of flamboyant behavior was not usual for her and now the air on so much of her bare skin made her semi nude state so apparent. She saw the smile planted on Jerry's face and the love in his eyes... and she was empowered once more. She strode smartly back toward him, one arm lax at her side, the other artfully posed like a runway model.
"You make me feel so beautiful," she said as she leaned to him, surrendering to his embrace.
"OOOoooohhh, honey," Jerry's rich voice responded, " You are, you are. I'm the luckiest man alive." He kissed her richly, his tongue lingering to tast her mouth.
When they seperated for air, his hand carressed her breast, enjoying the extra detail of the bra that enhanced her beauty, "it's all so beautiful. It was built to decorate a woman like you. Too bad we have to get you out of it soon." His hands moved below her heavy melons, lifting them as he pressed his face into their rich comfort. He rolled his face back and forth, relishing the carress of her soft skin and fine flesh. Her cologne wafted richly from the dark valley between her breasts and coaxed his ardor even further. He pressed his face firmly between her tits and squeezed them together even as he burrowed his nose in pursuit of the sweet cologne that caused his lust to roar.
He lifted his face and breathing deeply after his fleshy plunge in Barbara's heavy bosom. He held Barb's arms and guide her gently toward the bed. As they neared the king size mattress, Jerry maneuvered so he hit the bed first and pulled Barbara's big body to straddle him.
He reached up and with a finger hooked into a bra cup, gave a strong tug. "OK. Take that off. I need those big beauties. I need to suck on your nipples." Barbara moved to quickly pull the bra up over her head, not wasting time to unfasten it. His words were exactly what she'd been dying to hear.
Jerry watched fascinated as her wonderful G cup tits swung free and fell onto his face. Her aerola were big beautiful saucers sized mushrooms and her nipples were just as fat and amazing. They were soft but obviously as thick as one of Jerry's fingers. He squeezed each one and pulled them until they were stretched out over two inches long. He grabbed the left nipple in his mouth and began nursing on the tit as if it were truly giving milk. He squeezed the two mams tightly, his off hand fingering the free nipple as his near hand squeezed the tit that fed him.
Jerry closed his eyes and nursed on Barbara's tit, hardly aware of her mounting excitement as his lust to feed on her breasts obscured everything else. His suction pulled and stretched at her large tit, his hand shaping it into a fleshy cone that stuffed his mouth. He relished the feel of Barb's massive warmth covering his body, her breasts hung perfectly for his attention. Quickly Barbara's cunt was seeping through her exotic panties and leaving wetness on Jerry's torso. She leaned her hands on the wall over his head and let her tits even lower. She was lost to her own surging pleasure. She barely noticed Jerry's heavy erection throbbing and leaking pre cum. His clear serum mixing with her seeping fluids of arousal puddling in his navel.
Jerry changed hands, his mouth attacking the right nipple, now fat, aroused and reaching out... just like the clit Barbara was rubbing against his erection as she rocked with her building excitement. He nipped her brown teat with his teeth and then began sucking it with enthusiasm of a starved infant. He strong hands massaged her both of melons, forcing all the pressure to bulge her tits, her nipples to engorged tight and demanding to be sucked. They were firm - almost chewable as they reponded to his demanding touch. Barb shuddered with building passion, her tits and nipples always so responsive to Jerry's hungry mouth and strong fingers.
And with a sigh of release, Barb began an undulating rythmm in place, while soft throbbing orgasms flowing between her nipples and the fire between her legs. The spasms passed but she continued her slow gyrations and soon the spasms returned with a spiking intensity that caused her breathing whine to pitch higher for a beat.
Jerry took the nipple from him mouth and with a teat in each hand began the motions of milking her udders. He'd grasp a fistfull of tit flesh and then squeeze down to the end, milking Barbara's G cup bags. Left and Right, Left and Right. Jerry kept an even pace and within minutes Barb's head was pitched back and a long moan spoke her pleasure. Passion coursed through her and her juices were a rivlet across his stomach. Barbara rode successive orgasms as Jerry's milking always drew sensations Barb had never known before they met. Jerry's patience and strength gave her time to find a rising current and ride from her cunt to her breasts and back to her swollen clitoris. She moaned softly and rocked on her knees, her nipples feeling tethered in Jerry's grasp, her heavy breasts funneling sex to his hunger and receiving more back from his hungry energy. Finally she slumped forward, her massive bosom settling like silken pillows around Jerry's face as Barb's arms gave way and she leaned her weight onto the wall.
Jerry relaxed his efforts. She was spent and would need to rest before anything else went on. His cock was full and ready but he knew now was not the time. She'd recover soon enough. He so loved her tits and the energy they shared when he nursed that he welcomed her smothering warmth as she collasped in the aftermath.

He had been back in Barbara's house for sometime but this was Jimmy's first occassion to be so extravagant in his exploration of her wardrobe. That night with the house to himself, he lay in his Mother's bed wearing a soft sheer nightgown.The chiffon and nylon were carressing his skin as his hands moved softly over his torso. He found the mounds of his tits and fingered his nipples, causing his own breath to draw sharply at the thrill and his cock to bounce raising a tent in the gentle fabric. He had misted himself liberally with Barbara's cologne, being sure to be generous around his cock and ass, imaging how he'd love to find that sweetness between his mother's thighs.
He found the long rubber dildo beside him, his fingers feeling it was still wet with his ass juices. He'd just discovered it that night and he was still excited to have such a pleasing toy at his disposal. He grasped it and rolled his hips, moving to push it back into his still wet and sloppy asshole. He was all ready feeling well used, having been fucking himself with the rubber cock over and over for the last hour. relishing the feeling of being so well used and desired by a well hung lover.
His anus was more loose and wet with every cycle. Perhaps with irritation, it was also more sensitive, giving him more and more excitement as the dong push and stretched at his interior. Rocking with the cock bottomed out in his colon, he activated the vibrator and laid it's throbbing length against his thigh, the head nestled against his now limp useless penis.
He licked his fingers, tasting his ass juice and the sweetness of Barb's cologne. He rubbed the scented potion around his nose and mouth so it was unescapable. Next his fingers returned to mauling his breasts and nipples, milking his fat man tits until he was driving his hips, his cock dribbling white pleasure in a puddle that clung to the soft sheer nightgown.
Spent, Jimmy turned off the vibe but didn't move otherwise. He cradled his tits and let the sweetness he was the center of saturate him. Hours later he woke, the rubber dong still nestled in his pussy. It felt dry and sticky as he worked it free, and he savored the emptyness and soreness that was left when it was removed. He was well fucked and wrapped in beauty, all in the soft luxury of his mother's bed. He rolled over, wrapping the soft gown and silky bedspread around himself, cuddling the rubber dick between his chubby tits as he fell back asleep.