A SHAMELESS COUPLE. CHAPTER TWO free porn video

A SHAMELESS COUPLE
By Amanda Wrighter





Karen Burke’s Apartment
6:15 PM

DAY ONE

Thirteen year old Janet Burke stood just over four and a half feet tall…half a head shorter than her own mother. Unlike her mother though, she had reddish blonde hair that she wore down…bangs often times covering her brows. Unlike her younger sister who always had her own hair yanked back in a vicious ponytail, she preferred to let her own swing free…but that wasn’t the only thing she disliked binding up.
She was chubby all over and had been for a few years now. She’d started plumping up right after her parents’ divorce. And now at 13, she found that her flab was starting to position itself in places that she liked. Most specifically her breasts. She had a good handful on each side now and her B-cup bras were just not cutting it. Or rather they were cutting it…cutting into her and not just in the shoulder and back straps. She was bubbling out of the cups.
Her mother was huge. The woman had tits the size of her head despite the fact that she wasn’t that much taller than her. And Karen seldom bothered to wear a bra when they were home, so emulating her mother, she tended to shy away from wearing one whenever possible to. In fact, she’d begun to enjoy the way her tits bounced and jiggled. It felt awesome to walk or run and feel them flopping up and down against her chest.
Running always made her nipples hard too…and lately they were getting bigger too! In fact, when really hard, they were nearly bigger than the tip of her index finger.
Just a few days ago at school, she’d gotten a bit wild and decided to take her bra off and toss it in the trash. It was cutting into her and annoying the crap out of her and her mother had been ignoring her requests for a larger size. And so, sans bra, she’d made it almost an hour before a teacher pulled her aside and demanded to know why she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“It’s not a rule. It’s not listed anywhere in the student handbook,” she’d argued when the teacher had dragged her to the principal’s office.
“It’s highly inappropriate, young lady,” the principal had scolded her. “You can’t just run around like that at school.”
“Why not? It’s not against the rules!”
“Because it’s inappropriate!” the old hag snapped back at her.
“Yeah, you said that already,” she popped back. “But inappropriate doesn’t make it against the rules.”
“It does,” the hag insisted. “It’s…it’s distracting to other students and therefore it’s forbidden under the standard dress code.”
“I’m sorry…I didn’t realize my boobs were distracting. I guess when they’re bigger than yours, they might be.”
That nearly made the old woman’s head explode and she snagged her phone and immediately called her father who showed up about twenty minutes later to get her.

“You wanna talk about the boobs?”
“Nope,” she replied as he sped up to merge onto the freeway. “Where are we going?”
“Shopping,” he stated. “Guess what for?”
“It was too small and it was driving me crazy,” she admitted with a blush as she turned to stare out the window at passing cars.
“You tell your mother about it?”
“Yeah…few days ago.”
“So it’s too small and you didn’t want to wear it,” he reiterated her story but somehow it didn’t sound quite the same coming from him as it had her. “Maybe a little more to it?”
He hit a pothole and her titties bounced beneath her tight t-shirt and her nipples began to harden uncontrollably.
“Is it weird if I like NOT wearing a bra?” she asked.
He chuckled.
“You’re getting to that age, aren’t you?”
“What age?”
“The one where you suddenly realize your body can get you attention…boy attention, specifically,” he explained. “Is that why you shucked the bra?”
“What? Nooo,” she denied his allegation. “Boys like big boobs though, don’t they?”
“Yes,” he replied. “It’s one of the things I miss about your mother in fact.”
“Ewww,” she groaned and pulled a face.
“If I didn’t like your mother’s boobs…you probably wouldn’t be here. Be grateful she’s got a massive set,” he told her doing his best not to laugh out loud.
“Great…I owe my life to my mom’s boobs. Thanks, Pop! Really…my life has so much meaning now.”
He busted out laughing as he took the exit to the mall.

She had just climbed out of the shower and was standing naked in front of the full length mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door. She sighed and glanced over at the scales that hid themselves between the toilet and the sink counter. Sighing again, she stepped to the sink and used her foot to slide the scales out to where she could mount them.
The blinking red numbers indicated she weighed 122 and that meant she was 19 pounds overweight. The last time she’d weighed herself, she’d been 116. That had been about three weeks ago.
Crap! I’ve gained six pounds in three weeks!
At least that explained the sudden tightness of all her brassieres.
She turned sideways and sucked her belly in as far as she could…and then relaxed it. Her gut pooched out further than her tits did. From the front she didn’t look so thick, but from the side, there was no denying where her fat was ending up at. Just like her mother, she was packing it into her gut and titties.
Just then, her little sister, Jennie, busted up into the bathroom without knocking and barged around her without a word of apology for invading her privacy.
With nothing but three females living there, they seldom bothered to lock the bathroom door. That was something Janet was contemplating as a needed change. She had only recently began to touch herself and found that she enjoyed doing so in the tub or in the shower.
“Well don’t mind me,” she grumbled as her little sister began shucking clothes.
“Roger’s coming over with Randall and mom said I had to take a shower,” Jennie popped back at her as she pulled her baggy t-shirt over her head and tossed it into the hamper.
Janet couldn’t help but stare. Her little sister had been getting plumper too…just in the last few months it seemed and this was the first time she’d really looked at her.
Only a few months before, her sister, just recently turned 10, and standing three inches shorter than her… had been as skinny as a rail…maybe 80 or 85 pounds if even. And that was probably soaking wet! And now, as the girl kicked off her panties and stood completely naked in front of her, she realized her little sister was no longer all that little. In fact, the girl was fat. Not chubby…not thick…but fat.
“Holee crap, Jennie,” she blurted.
“What?” her sister asked as she turned and looked directly at her.
“I knew you had put on a few pounds, but dang!”
“I’m totally fat, huh?”
“Uh, like Yea-UHH!” she agreed. “And you’re gaining it all in the belly like mom!”
“Well I wouldn’t talk, tubby,” she snapped back with a smirk. She stepped forward and patted Janet’s belly and then laughed. Stepping around her older sister, she placed herself in front of the long mirror and gazed at her reflection. “Do I look really bad or something?”
Janet, standing behind her, turned and moved up close to her back and then reached around her and jiggled her copious little belly.
“Nah, you look skinny everywhere but here!”
“Cut it out!” she giggled and broke loose from her sister’s arms.
“Guess I know where all the cookies and ice cream have been disappearing to, eh?”
“I’m not that fat,” she denied her sister’s accusation.
“Really? You’re like a little porky pig,” she goaded her, and reached out to shake her fat gut again for emphasis.
“Hey, cut it out!” she said, but giggled again.
“Get on the scale, porky and let’s see how fat you is,” she insisted and shoved her little sister toward the device that was still out in the middle of the floor.
Jennie stepped up onto the scale and it immediately blinked 114 in big, red numbers.
“Holee crap…I only weigh like eight more pounds than you!” Janet declared with awe. “And some of mine is boobs…but you can’t even claim that much!’
“I can too,” she chimed back. “I got boobies,” she insisted as she lifted her hands to shake her bubbly but small B-cups. They wiggled at best. She didn’t even have a crease line under them yet.
“Fatty, fatty,” Janet taunted her and poked her belly again, sending the younger girl into hysterical laughter.
Janet eventually retaliated by slapping at her older sister’s tits…trying to make them jiggle or bounce. The ensuing tussle was broken up by Karen barging into the bathroom with them.
“Do I even want to know?” she asked, standing awe-struck in the doorway.
The two sisters immediately parted and both their faces blushed with obvious embarrassment.
“Naked? Really? How did…why…cheese and rice, you two!” she groused at them as she stepped past them and pulled her own shirt off. When she opened the hamper to put it in, she fished out her scrub top from earlier that day and held it up. Something white and crusty was all over the front of it.
When Karen turned around with the blouse in her hands, her daughters both gawked. Topless, the woman’s massive DD-cup titties flopped down and over the curve of her pregnant looking belly. Her nipples, light brown in color, were fully erect and the size of Janet’s thumb tip. Aside from that, their mother’s areola were huge…quite easily the size of a small saucer…at least four or five inches across.


“What? Everybody else can go naked crazy but I take my shirt off and everybody stares at me like I’m a freak?” Karen blurted when she realized the two girls were staring at her…specifically at her huge tits.
Her nipples were hard as rocks. She honestly hadn’t expected them to make such a big deal out of it. It wasn’t like they’d never seen her topless before. Of course it probably had been a while…and certainly before they had their own tits.
“I call dibs on the shower…you two scram!”
Unintentionally she noticed that both girls’ nipples were equally as hard as her own. And what the hell had they been doing? That’s when she noticed the scale on the floor by them. Somewhere along that point, she also took a good look at both of them naked and realized how fat they were getting. Janet had pudged out shortly after she and Jimmy had split…but Jennie…Jennie was a different story altogether. She’d been ridiculously wiry and thin…and honestly she still looked the same except for her butt and her belly. Her ass was as big as Janet’s and her belly was even bigger. How the fuck had she not noticed her youngest daughter gaining that much weight?
In her mind, she rewound the last few months and suddenly realized that Jennie had been wearing Janet’s shirts and pants and clothes in general. Always something baggy…and her face had not changed that much despite her shift in mass.
Oh I’m a horrible mother. My daughter has been gaining weight like this and I didn’t even notice!
To her further dismay, she realized the girls were both taking after her…ballooning in the belly and the ass…and from the looks of Janet…in the tits as well.
Janet…her tits were drooping…sagging. She literally had a pair of titties now. Unlike her younger sister, she wasn’t sporting overly buoyant bulges. No, no. Janet had a serious little rack of titties going.
“You…get on that scale,” Karen said and pointed at Jennie.
“She’s 114,” Janet volunteered the information. “I’m 122. I think the question is how much do you weigh, huh?”
She squinted and glared at her older daughter.
“Oh move out of the way,” she blustered and pushed both of them away from the scales before climbing on top of the device.
The red LED display blinked twice and then glowed. The numbers it displayed were 2-1-9.
“Oh this thing is off. I don’t weigh that damn much.”
“Probably your shoes,” Jennie asserted.
“Well strip, and see,” Janet nagged her. “We all done seen your big’ole boobies anyway. Not much left to the imagination.”
“Jealous?” she quipped as she stepped off the scales and kicked her shoes off. She made a point of shaking her jugs as much as possible as she removed her pants and tossed them toward the hamper.
Back on the scales, she weighed in at 216.
“Oh yeah…it was definitely the shoes!” Janet blurted before busting into laughter.
“Piss off…ya’ gotta deduct for titties, dammit!”
“Well Jennie’s out of luck,” her older daughter piped back with a shove to her sister.
“Hey, she’s got a point,” Jennie argued in her defense. “Those things are stupid sized!”
“Pop said it was a good thing you had big boobs or I might not have been born,” Janet asserted out of the blue.
“Did he really tell you that?”
“Yep,” she replied. “So is that true?”
“Sadly…probably,” she admitted.
“So how much do they weigh, Mom?”
“What? My titties? Oh crap…I don’t know. They ain’t light, that’s for sure.”
Jennie bent down and hefted the scale up onto the sink counter.
“What? Oh hell no…that’s crude!” she blurted while shaking her head and finger at the scales. “I’m not gonna weigh my titties.”
“You’ve cursed us with your genetics, Mom…the least you can do is let us know what’s coming for us,” Janet insisted. “Chicken?”
“Chicken---WHAT?! Oh piss off, nobody calls me chicken,” she growled as she pushed Jennie aside and leaned over the sink counter to d**** both her tits atop the scale. The number “8” lit up on the LED screen.
“Holee crap…your boobs weigh four pounds a piece, Mom!” Jennie exclaimed as she leaned over and peeked at the display.
“Yeah well…so I guess I still weigh--”
“Two hundred and eight pounds,” Janet stated, cutting her off matter-of-factly.
Sighing, she stepped past her older daughter and reached into the shower and turned the hot water on.
“Alright, make-fun-of-momma time is over. Get your tubby asses out of here!”
“Oh c’mon…I was next,” Jennie moaned as Janet stepped out through the open door and disappeared down the hallway towards her room.
Karen, wearing nothing but panties, stepped around Jennie and pulled the bathroom door closed. When it was shut, she turned to face her daughter and stared a hole through her.
“What?” her daughter blurted.
“What’s going on with you? Your sister has been gaining weight for a long while now…but you. Holee hell, Jennie. You been wearing Janet’s clothes to hide it. I’m not blind. How long has this been a problem?”
“What do you mean?”
She grabbed the girl by the shoulder and turned her around to face the long mirror on the back of the door.
“You’re fat, Jennie. Seriously fat. Did you miss that?”
“Well you’re way fatter than me,” the girl argued.
“I’m a half foot taller than you…I’m thirty one and I’ve had two c***dren. What’s your excuse?”
“Maybe it’s just genetics,” she offered up as a defense.
Karen suddenly realized she was being a tad bit cruel with the confrontation…but to her merit, Jennie didn’t seem to be getting her feelings hurt over the matter.
The girl hefted and then jiggled her own fat belly and Karen noticed her nipples became extremely erect.
“Do I look pregnant?” she asked without preamble as she turned and looked at her profile in the mirror and then pooched her stomach out as far as she could as if she were trying to look pregnant.
“Frightenly…YES!” Karen declared. “You’ve gained a lot of weight in a short period of time. What’s going on? You having problems at school or something?”
“I haven’t gained that much weight. I been kinda porking out a little since…like…for a long time now.”
Karen opened the door and crossed the hall into Jennie’s room and went directly to her closet. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a tank top that she had bought for her and that she knew she’d worn when school started just four months earlier.
Storming back to the bathroom, she flung the two garments at her daughter and re-shut the door behind her sealing the two in once more.
“Put’em on,” she demanded. “I bought those when school started…you wore them when school started. So c’mon and put’em on.”
Jennie hesitated but then fluffed out the pants and slid her legs into them. Up they went and for a moment, Karen thought she’d really lost her mind and the pants would still fit her, but when she reached her ass, the jeans wouldn’t slide up without fighting.
Determined, the girl yanked and tugged until she got them up over her round ass and then she pulled until she got them buttoned beneath her belly. Standing there in them, she had a massive muffin top and having sucked her ass in, her belly looked even more immense.
“Shirt,” she said, pointing to it on the counter where the girl has tossed it while putting the pants on.
Jennie pulled it on and all was fine till she tried to get the tail to go down over her belly. It was a lost cause. The shirt wouldn’t stretch enough to even roll down over it.
Karen moved from in front of the door and let the girl see herself in the mirror.
“Four months, Jennie. You shouldn’t weigh more than maybe eighty or eighty five pounds and you’re a hundred and f******n. Do you see this,” and she reached out from behind the girl and jiggled her ridiculously thick love-handles. That made her big belly jiggle as well and through the fabric of the tight shirt, she noticed the girl’s nipples bulging again. “You’ve put on like twenty five or thirty pounds, Jennie. That’s like six or seven pounds a month. You keep this up and you’re gonna be a hundred fifty pounds by the time school’s out. That’s almost twice what you’re supposed to weigh!”
“Why don’t you lose weight, huh?”
That was a question she wasn’t prepared for. And now it made her feel like a fucking hypocrite to continue berating the girl about her weight.
“You used to diet all the time but you just eat all kinds of crap constantly and you’ve got way fatter the last few months too!” she added, driving the nails of hypocrisy even deeper into Karen’s heart.
“Okay, fine,” she barked. “I’m gonna tell you something and you better keep it to yourself. You understand me?”
Jennie nodded and looked suddenly perplexed.
“Roger…likes…fat women,” there, she said it. “Roger asked me to get fatter. I’m gaining a little bit to make him happy, okay. Making him happy makes me happy. Does that make sense?”
She nodded.
“So now you tell me what’s going on with you?”
“You’re gonna think I’m weird,” she declared.
“Is it weirder than having a boyfriend who likes to watch you eat?”
“He does that?”
Karen nodded. “And there’s a good chance he and I are about to get married. Okay? You keep that to yourself. We’re just talking about it. But he loves me a lot and I…I’m kinda crazy for him too. And I think you’re old enough now to understand what this sort of thing is all about. I know your sister is.”
“Alright, now that’s said…out with it. Tell me what the deal is with the weight gain, Jennie.”
The girl blushed and then rolled her eyes, refusing to look her mother in the face as she revealed her secret.
“I sort of noticed the way Roger is with you. I mean, he’s always sort of touching you and…and he jiggles your boobs and belly all the time when you guys don’t think we’re looking. And I remember Pop always playing with your boobs too. And Janet…she’s got boobs now and she’s gotten pudgy and I noticed the boys pay attention to her more now and I just sort of wondered what it was like to be fat like you two. So I started just eating a lot and filching cookies and ice cream and junk before you got home every day. And I started getting fat a few months ago and all at once my clothes didn’t fit and so I started borrowing Janet’s stuff. And then now…this…” and she shook her fat belly to emphasize what she was talking about.
“Well, you’re going on a diet,” Karen asserted.
“But I like being fat,” the girl chirped. “I got fat on purpose, Mom!”
“Are you k**ding me? Look in the mirror, girl!”
“I am,” she replied. “I don’t care.”
“Why? Why do you want to be fat?”
“Why do you?” she countered.
“Because…because,” and she couldn’t quite bring herself to admit it had to do with getting dick…or that she enjoyed have gigantic titties.
“I like the way I jiggled all over,” and she bounced up and down to make her belly flop and quiver. “I like the way that feels. I like my belly, Mom.” And having said that, she began rubbing it sensually and it made Karen instantly uncomfortable. “I don’t wanna be gross, but I like the weight I’m at now. I think I might wanna be a little bigger still though. I want a bigger belly.”
What was she supposed to say to that? What could she say against that? If the girl was happy with herself, then who the fuck was she to demand that she be skinny and unhappy? She’d begun the conversation thinking something was wrong that was causing the girl to eat herself into a blimp…much like she’d done after Jimmy filed for divorce. But no, the girl was making herself fat intentionally because…she wanted to be fat!
It was along that time that she realized the girl’s nipples were hardening every time she made her belly jiggle. Her daughter was getting off on her own body. She had a fat fetish much like Roger, but somehow it was more self-oriented. She knew the girl was going to remain fat and get even fatter no matter what she said or what argument she made against it. Telling her not to be fat would be like telling herself she couldn’t have dick. If it was available, she was gonna fuck it!
“Alright, I get it,” she finally announced. “But don’t sugar-coat it, sister. Being fat makes you feel sexy. That’s the word for it. You like touching yourself, don’t you?”
The girl blushed hard, but her hands were still clutching at her belly and kneading it in an odd sort of sexual way.
“Sometimes in my room, I dig out old clothes that are too small and I cram myself into them just so I look like this,” she confessed as her hands slid around to her side rolls and shook them…making all her fat torso quiver. “I like popping buttons on my old shirts with my belly. And I keep wanting to walk around like this…so am I weird?”
Karen didn’t know what to say. She decided to run with the truth. It seemed to be working for her today, at least for the most part. At least her version of the truth.
“Yes, you’re flame-fucking weird, girl,” she declared. “But you get it honest, I guess. I’m pretty damned weird myself.”
“What does it feel like to have boobs that big?” she asked and stared in awe at Karen’s tremendous breasts.
Karen suddenly felt a surge of arousal and she wasn’t quite sure why that was. Maybe it was the way her daughter was looking at her tits.
“Do you have any balloons stashed anywhere?”
Turning, she stepped over to the hamper and pulled out one of her brassieres.
“No,” the girl replied with an odd look on her face.
Karen tilted her head in thought and looked at herself in the mirror mounted above the sink.
“Go run to the kitchen and get two gallon size ziplock bags from the cabinet above the stove and come back with’em.”
Moments later, the girl was back and holding two storage bags.
“Put this on,” she told Jennie as she exchanged her bra for the two bags.
The girl quickly removed her too-tight tank top and began to struggle into the giant brassiere.
The shower was still running all this time, and so Karen popped open one of the bags and held it out into the shower stream till it was completely filled with water, then she zipped it closed and sat it on the sink. And then she repeated the process with the second bag. By the time she had both filled and sealed, Jennie had the massive brassier on. It didn’t come close to fitting her in the chest though, so Karen opened one of the cabinet drawers by the sink and fished out a couple of safety pins which she used to tight her bra up on Jennie. She pinned the excess back-strap up and then turned her around.
“Put that on the scale,” she said and handed one of the water filled bags to her.
She sat it down and the scale glowed with the number 8. Apparently a gallon of water was pretty damned heavy. So Karen took the bag back, opened it and dumped some water. Sealing it again she handed it back to the girl. This time the scale blinked between 5 and 6.
Satisfied with that, she dumped an equal amount out of the other bag and then resealed it. Then she snagged Jennie by the front of the bra and pulled her forward. With little in the way of finesse, she crammed the garment’s cups with the two bags of water, giving her daughter a set of fake titties that were three or four pounds heavier than her own.
“There you go…now you know,” she said as if that was somehow the finale of the operation. “Go play with’em if you want. I used to use balloons when I was your age. Even got busted once by my mother…wearing her bra. Should have seen her face. It’s funny now. Then I thought I was gonna die of embarrassment. I see now it’s apparently sort of normal at least for us weirdos.”
Jennie giggled and bounced up and down.
“Holee crap it would be awesome to be you!” she blurted in whole-hearted delight. “This is awesome! You are the coolest mom ever!”
Her own nipples were hard again and watching her fat bellied daughter flopping to and fro with her fake titties was somehow arousing her.
“I used to pretend I was pregnant sometimes too,” she revealed. “I had a big inflatable ball I used to shove under my shirt. I don’t have to pretend so much anymore. Don’t need the ball either,” she added, slapping at her own big, fat stomach beneath her round and gelatinous tits.
“Are you mad at me for getting fat?” Jennie asked.
“Do I look mad?”
“Can I get fatter?”
“I don’t know…can you?”
“I’m gunna!” the girl popped back with a grin. “I just wish my boobs would grow like Janet’s,” she added. “I want boobs so bad.”
Karen smirked.
“Be careful what you wish for, girl. You liable to end up looking like this,” and she scooped up her own titties and jostled them for emphasis.
Jennie’s eyes bugged out of her head.
“Mom?”
“What?”
“Can I touch yours?”
Somehow that question cracked open a door inside Karen’s libido that she never knew existed. Her daughter was fascinated…no…her daughter was literally obsessed with her body. She wanted to emulate her. It was so weird and odd…and yet somewhere deep down, she was aroused by it. And quite honestly Jennie’s fat little body was turning her on too. She’d done it without thought, but there was no denying that she’d enjoyed it. And as her daughter played and flopped her flabby gut, it reminded her of what she’d done earlier that day to turn on Eric’s big fucking cock.
Karen reached out and took Jennie’s hands…pulling them up to her own tits. The girl squeezed and pawed at them and it sent shivers throughout her body.
“Fuck,” she gasped. She hadn’t expected it to be so erotic. Jennie hesitated somewhat and Karen gripped her forearms firmly to hold them in place. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Momma?” The girl was wide-eyed and dumb-struck.
Karen didn’t know what she was doing or where it was going, but having been denied Eric’s giant cock earlier and then Roger messing with her on the phone…and now this. Well, it was more blue-balls than she could take.
She pulled Jennie to her until the girl’s fake tits bumped her own and then she yanked at the bra until she pulled it lose and the bags of water dropped out of it. Struggling, she reached around the girl and uncinched the back-strap and tossed the entire garment off onto the floor somewhere.
Amidst a flurry of skin and movement, she found herself in the shower with the girl…the hot water and steam bathing them both. Jennie’s smaller hands were groping madly at her titties and then she was pulling her into her chest…her face…her mouth. The girl was sucking her titties.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck…suck it…suck Momma’s fat titties,” she hissed at her through the steam.
Her panties were soaked now from the streaming water and they were starting to droop…to slide down off of her ass under their own weight. In a rush, she pushed them all the way down and kicked them out of the shower before grasping madly at Jennie’s wet jeans.
The girl released her titties and stumbled back a step, but Karen held her in the shower by the front of her jeans. A pop of buttons and she pushed them down and the girl dropped to her knees in the shower and buried her face in Karen’s fat belly.
“Momma…Momma,” she was moaning as she pawed and rubbed her face in Karen’s bulbous, round belly.
Karen ran her hands down between her own legs and began to finger herself and Jennie leaned back to see what she was doing.
The girl rose up then and began to finger herself in a similar manner and Karen lost all control. She abandoned her own pussy and reached down for Jennie’s.
The girl moaned and slumped back against the shower wall to brace herself and eventually lifted one foot up onto the tub rim so she could spread her legs a bit.
“Go in me…go in me,” she gasped and Karen slithered a finger deep into her tight pussy. She realized then that Jennie had already learned to masturbate…to pleasure herself. This wasn’t the first time she’d had a finger in her pocket. “More,” she moaned and Karen pressed in with her middle finger. “More,” the girl pleaded and she pressed her ring finger in as well, stretching the girl’s pussy even wider. With her thumb she worked her clitoris and within moments the girl was thrusting her hips and clawing at the shower wall on one side and the curtain on the other.
“Cum for me, baby…cum for Momma,” she whispered to her as she leaned forward and let her titties d**** atop the girl’s fat belly. “This is why your Dad and Roger play with my titties. It makes me so horny I can’t stand it.”
The girl was bouncing…just literally humping the shit out of her hand and her round gut was cavorting…and undulating like a big bag of jello as she did so. Karen leaned back and just watched her fat little body going at it and then she leaned forward again and began sucking the girl’s tiny tits.
“Momma…Momma…Momma,” she was almost shouting it and then her pussy erupted, spraying all over Karen’s hand. Apparently her legs went loopy as well since she almost dropped down into the tub before Karen could catch her.
6:54 PM

Karen snapped out of her daze as the shower water suddenly grew cold.
How long had she been standing there daydreaming? The hot water was all but gone and she hadn’t even washed her hair yet.
She pulled the shower curtain back and glanced out into the bathroom. She was alone.
The scales were still out in the middle of the bathroom floor. That’s where her fantasy had begun. Walking in on the girls naked had blown her mind. Realizing just how fat they’d gotten had turned her own to the point of fantasizing about Jennie. But at what point had fantasy overtaken reality?

“So how much do they weigh, Mom?”
“What? My titties? Oh crap…I don’t know. They ain’t light, that’s for sure.”
Jennie bent down and hefted the scale up onto the sink counter.
“What? Oh hell no…that’s crude!” she blurted while shaking her head and finger at the scales. “I’m not gonna weigh my titties.”
“You’ve cursed us with your genetics, Mom…the least you can do is let us know what’s coming for us,” Janet insisted. “Chicken?”
“Chicken---WHAT?! Oh piss off, nobody calls me chicken,” she growled as she pushed Jennie aside and leaned over the sink counter to d**** both her tits atop the scale. The number “8” lit up on the LED screen.
“There! Now put the damnable thing back by the toilet where I hide it and get out of here. I got dibs on the shower!”
The two girls began laughing and departed without replacing the scale. Annoyed, she reached out and picked it up and then put it down on the floor. The damn thing taunted her and she hesitated to push it back up into its hiding space between the toilet and the sink cabinet.

It had to be nearly seven, so she hurriedly washed her hair with cold water and then climbed out and dried off. The scale still sat there goading her.
“Be glad there’s fat bitches…or you wouldn’t have a fucking purpose for being,” she said to it with a glare of disdain as she pushed it with her toes back into its place.

Down the hall…

Janet, still naked after having got run out of the bathroom by her mother, lay on her bed in her room. She was on her back so her C-cups were flattened by gravity, but she could still tell her nipples were hard.
Her right hand slithered down to her lower belly where her fingers combed through the small tuft of pubic hair that resided atop her genitals. After a few passes, the hand dipped lower and her fingers abandoned the hair for something more interesting. It began gently, but within a moment or two, her hand was working her clitoris like she was trying to start a fire with it. And there was indeed, a flame going…but it was deep inside her pussy.
She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip so as not to make a sound as she quickly worked herself into orgasm. This certainly wasn’t the first time and she knew it’d never, ever be the last time.
Her mind wandered to moments earlier in the bathroom with her sister…jiggling her big, fat belly and then Jennie slapping at her own titties. Both of them naked and horny. She knew her sister was horny. Somehow she could just sense it. It had been far more than just a tussle. Their days of tussling and tickling had long since passed. Whatever had happened in the bathroom was more than fun…more than play. They’d been touching each other naked and had their mother not walked in, she knew…she knew without doubt…that the incident would have become something else entirely.
Jennie’s fat belly turned her on. She didn’t know why. It had shocked her at first…but then something switched on in her brain and then her pussy ached. And then her sister started slapping at her tits…and it had made her whole body yearn for release…the release she was administering to herself at this very moment.
And her mother…barging in…busting up what might have become her first non-solo sexual experience. Had the woman not taken her own shirt off, she would still be pissed at her over it. But her mother had pulled her t-shirt off and just revealed herself to them. What had that been all about? And how in hell had they really goaded her into weighing her own fat titties? It had been hilarious and also something else…something erotic. And she hadn’t been the only one to feel it. Jennie had been awestruck by their mother’s immense breasts as well.
Janet imagined fattening her little sister up until she looked like their mother…then slapping at her massive udders and jiggling her pregnant looking stomach. She imagined Jennie literally pregnant…and that was even hotter!
And then her mind drifted toward the how of her sister becoming pregnant…and she imagined herself then with a big, fat, honking ass dick…one that she could stuff into her sister’s tight pussy and then cum in her with.
Suddenly she erupted, spritzing liquid all over the bed beneath her. Her fingers slid from the clit and buried deep into her gaping and drenched pussy. She was post-orgasm now, pumping her tight hole with two fingers…and it felt so good…so good…and then she sprayed the bed spread once more. She always managed a second orgasm with penetration…but she had to work her clit up first.
Lying there, spread-eagle, panting…she continued to wonder what it would be like to have a big dick.
She could still hear the water running on the opposite side of her bedroom wall. Her mother was apparently still in the shower…probably wasting all the hot water as usual. She was glad she’d already gotten her shower. Poor Jennie would be getting a cold wash no doubt. Their mother was an ass sometimes.
Finally sitting up, she started thinking more seriously about having a penis. She didn’t really want to be a guy, but she did wonder what it would be like to be in a guy’s body for a day. She wondered what it would feel like to have a cock and balls slapping between her legs…to be able to pee standing up…to be able to jerk off…to cram your cock into some tight pussy and cum in it. Of all her personal dirty little fantasies, being a guy had to be in the top five.
Of course she knew most guys weren’t all that well-endowed. Most had small dicks…small balls. She’d seen stuff on the internet before though…black dudes mostly, who’d had dicks the size of her arm…sacks that looked like bags of golf balls. She somehow imagined that’s why white girls so often took up with black men. Everyone always said bigger was better. But then her cousin, Cora, who was sixteen had told her once that anything over seven inches was useless and that long dicks didn’t mean good dicks. She’d sworn the best sex she’d had was with a nerdy white boy with a super fat six incher. She said thicker was better than longer. She also said she’d liked nerdy guys because they put more effort into doing it right. Most of which seemed to make sense, so she tended to believe her. It was kind of hard to imagine where anything longer than six or seven inches would go anyway, right? Hell, she could touch the back of her own vaginal canal if she crammed her fingers in far enough. So anything longer than her own hand wasn’t going to get much further than that. She had in fact, argued that point once with a friend at school who was fifteen…but her friend had claimed her boyfriend had eight inches and that her pussy stretched so that he could get it all in. The girl was a dog…ugly as shit…so she doubted she even really had a boyfriend. Bitches lied worse than boys did sometimes.
She could still hear water running. Curious, she got up from the bed and walked toward her door. Opening it, she peered out into the hall and saw that her sister’s door was closed, but her mother’s room was open.
It wasn’t the first time she’d snooped in her mother’s bedroom, but it was the first time she’d done it while the woman was home. Quiet as a mouse, she tip-toed across the hall and into her mother’s bedroom.
Quickly, she made her way to Karen’s bedside table where she slid the drawer out and pulled out the box of condoms that was there. Inside, there were only two left. She snatched one and put the remaining one and the box back into the drawer. Ever-so-gently, she closed the drawer back and then scurried back to her own room with it.
She quickly shut her door and ripped the package open. She then pulled the rubber out and unrolled it to its full length. It was way longer than her hand.
“WIDE LOAD,” she read the name of the condom brand out loud. “For 2 to 2.5 inch or 50 to 60mm male diameter.” The back of the wrapper said it was 7.5 inches in length.
She’d seen her mother’s condom stash before. But this was the first time she’d ever actually hijacked one and took the opportunity to read its wrapper.
Holee shit! Roger has a fat dick!??
Her mother’s boyfriend had been around for several months now, but they didn’t get to see him all that much. Karen and he usually hooked up on the weekends that she and Jennie were at their father’s house. But one thing was for sure, she could not fathom why the man was banging her mother. He was six foot tall, muscled and damn good looking. And he apparently had a big, fat fucking dick too! So what was he doing tapping her mother?!
Maybe he’s a boob man, she thought. Or maybe he likes fat chicks. Either one or both were quite possible, she supposed.
She crossed her room to her closet and opened it up. The bi-fold doors folded and revealed her little science project hidden inside. A few days before, she’d read on the internet that most sex toys were made out of jelly like rubber or silicon. In an absence of those two substances, she’d concocted the idea of using gelatin. It was fairly solid and she’d made things with it before in school. The important thing was to use powdered gelatin with a high melting point. She knew food grade gelatin would melt at around 95 degrees, but the stuff they had in the science lab at school was a very different powdered type that would not melt until about 130 degrees. As part of her private little experiment, she’d absconded with a small ziplock bag full of the powder. The unique lab grade jelly was also instantly soluble once it hit water, meaning unlike the food grade crap in candy, this stuff didn’t have to be heated at all…just mixed with water and allowed to sit. In class, the stuff had set up within minutes, turning a bowl of water into a jiggly, squeezable blob of clear, bowl-shaped gelatin. They’d played with it for hours in class.
The moment she’d first wrapped her hands around the blob, she’d imagined it would make the perfect fake body part, be it a penis…a breast…or even a belly if one had enough of the stuff. And her science teacher literally had a five gallon bucket of it stashed in the closet at school. The tiny bit she’d swiped would most certainly never be missed.
Having made off with some of the magic powder wasn’t the problem. Finding a suitable mold to create for herself a fake penis…well that had been the hold up. She’d considered using a tube of some sort, but nothing she could find around the apartment would hold water except an actual water bottle and that seemed way too big to be a realistic penis stand-in, though it was pretty close to what she’d want if she were a guy.
Lying on the bed just now, she’d been hit with a lightning bolt…an idea that she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of before now. A condom would be the perfect mold for a jelly penis.
Inside her closet, she flicked the light on and then closed the doors behind her so that if anyone came into her room, they wouldn’t see what she was doing in her tiny little laboratory.
Sitting on the floor, she held up the unrolled condom and then slid a bottle of water from behind a stack of boxes. Opening it, she started to pour the fluid into the condom and immediately realized, like a balloon, the latex was stretching with the weight of the water. If she used this, it was going to end up producing a big, round, tear-drop shaped blob.
As she sat there, she continued to eye the open bottle of water she held in one hand. Carefully, she tilted the condom upright and let the water within it drain back into the plastic container…and then, just to see, she started to tug the condom down over the top of the bottle. It was very tight, but the rubber’s lubricant helped, and shockingly she was able to slide it down over the top.
As she stared in awe at the thing she’d done, it occurred to her that the damn bottle really did sort of look like a big dick. If you removed the spout from the top of it, it almost resembled the round, tapered head of a dick. Even the bottom of the bottle had lumps…indentions that would no doubt make ridges in her prop…much like the sex toys she’d seen online.
A water bottle just seemed too simple. It had also seemed too big. But now with the condom there, she realized perhaps it wasn’t all that unreal. If Roger was wearing these things, then surely his dick was pretty fucking big too…perhaps as big around as the bottle she held in her hands.
She picked up the condom wrapper and read on it again…the part where it said it was for 2 to 2.5 inches. She dropped it again and went rummaging in a box behind her and pulled out an old school ruler. The difference between 2 and 2.5 was a lot. So she imagined Roger probably wore the bigger condom for comfort…meaning he was somewhere in between the two measurements. So her bottle would still likely be ridiculously large. She held the ruler up to the bottle and found it interesting that if you discounted the opening spout, the bottle was almost exactly seven inches tall.
Without further ado, she pulled the rubber off of the bottle and then retrieved her bag of gelatin powder and funneled it carefully into the water bottle, and then she sealed it and shook it vigorously.
About then she heard the water shut off next door and she quickly placed the bottle behind some boxes and then tossed the stolen condom and its wrapper into the box from which she’d pulled the ruler.
Standing up, she flicked her door open and made a run for her dresser to grab some clothing, but before she could do so, her mother barged in, buck naked as all hell and still glistening all over from not drying off well.
“Hey, you can have the shower, but wait a bit, I think I used all the hot water.” Karen stood stark still and eyed her suspiciously. “Why are you still naked?”
“Why are you naked?!” she countered.
“I just got out of the shower,” Karen rebuffed her.
“So did I! It was Jennie that was trying to take a shower when you invaded,” Janet explained.
“Oh, sorry,” Karen grunted and turned to walk out, still half dripping. She still looked back at her oldest daughter suspiciously as if she was still perplexed by why the girl was in her room naked after such a long period of time. “Get dressed, hippy…Roger’s coming over and he’s bringing Randall with him. Pants and bras, please…pants and bras all around,” she added as she pulled the bedroom door closed behind herself.
Janet was blushing. Luckily her mother hadn’t noticed the wet spots on the end of her bed.
She stepped to the door and listened for the sound of her mother’s bedroom door to close. What she heard, instead was her mother grumbling next door in her sister’s room…something about her being naked too.
She cracked her door so she could hear a little better.
“You two are the weirdest bunch…I swear! Get your fat ass in there and get a shower. Roger will be here at any time dammit!”
With that, her mother turned and stalked into her own room and shut the door.
Janet waited for a few seconds and then opened her own door quietly just in time to see her naked little sister prancing down the hall and into the bathroom. Her fat ass was jiggling with every step and it was turning Jennie on again…badly!
She waited till she heard the shower water start up again, and then she opened her door fully and scampered over and into the bathroom herself. As she suspected, the door wasn’t locked and she stepped inside and shut it behind her…taking careful effort to lock it so their mother wouldn’t barge in again.
“Crap, Mom…thanks for saving me some hot water!” Jennie’s voice blurted from inside the shower.

“You’re welcome!” Janet smarted off as she suddenly pulled the curtain back and revealed herself.
Jennie was already soaping up her washrag and was shocked to see her sister, naked as well…just standing there and eyeing her with a grin.
Her older sister stepped over into the tub enclosure with her and pulled the curtain back closed.
“I locked the door,” she said as she reached out and pulled the soap and rag from Jennie’s hands. “Mom’s not gonna get in this time.”
Jennie fought back a nervous giggle.
“Don’t you dare start jiggling me again!”
“Oh, I’m not,” she replied as she put the soap in its holding dish and reached out with the foamy cloth.
“What are you doing?” Jennie asked nervously as Janet began to rub the rag around on her fat belly slowly and erotically. She backed up against the rear of the shower enclosure and braced herself. Janet moved with her and continued to soap up her round tummy. Then her hand moved lower to below her stomach…then she heard the cloth fall and splat in the bottom of the tub.
“What do you want me to do?” her sister asked, almost whispering to her over the noise of the shower faucet overhead.
Jennie’s hands rose and grabbed at her sister’s C-cups and squeezed them sensually…then she began to pull at her nipples and the next thing either of them knew, they were pawing at one another in the luke-warm shower, soap slickening their skin…their fat bellies rubbing together…Janet’s hands wrapping around her groping her fat little ass…her mouth on her sister’s tits…sucking…lips and fingers…Janet’s hands between her legs and then the overwhelming sensation of penetration…of pumping in her pussy.
Jennie was panting in between nibbles on her sister’s nipples.
“I’ve seen you eating…sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night…gorging on junk…cookies…sodas…ice cream,” Janet muttered to her as her hand plied the opening between her chubby thighs. “You’re getting fat on purpose, aren’t you?”
Jennie leaned back against the shower wall and froze, her mouth agape…then she bit her bottom lip and Janet realized she was struggling not to make audible noise as her pussy was pumped roughly.
“Admit it…say it,” she insisted.
“Yeah…yes…ahhhh,” Jennie moaned in admission.
“You trying to be fat like Mom?”
“Nooo,” she denied. “Well yeah,” she blurted after thinking for a second. “I wanted my tits to get bigger,” she stated, “but only my belly and ass started growing. But then I realized I’d like the way my belly looked…and…and the way it jiggles,” and she grabbed it with both hands and shook it vigorously. “Harder! Don’t stop!” she blurted and then reached to cover her mouth.
Janet leaned forward and pushed her hand down and covered her mouth with her own free hand while the other squeezed a third finger into the younger girl’s tight pussy. With a renewed effort, she fucked her harder and faster until Jennie’s hips began bucking against her hand and then she moaned loudly and squirted explosively as if she were having herself a powerful piss.
When Janet moved her hand, the girl began panting hard and licking her lips as if she were parched.
“Oh crap…oh crap,” she muttered as she slid down onto her plump ass in the tub at her sister’s feet. Her belly plopped atop her thighs and from above, she looked almost pregnant to Janet.
She sat down in the tub with her and reached for the soap. She lathered her hands and then reached out to wash her sister’s chest and belly…and then her hand went lower to play with her pussy a bit more.
“I’m gonna explode if you do that again,” Jennie complained. “Why…why did you do that?”
“You didn’t like it?”
Jennie lifted her head and started her dead in the eye.
“What do you think?”
“I think I could poke it some more if I really wanted to and you’d let me, huh?”
Jennie giggled and Janet poked wet and slippery fingers into her gaping vagina.
“I’m serious,” the younger girl protested. “I can’t handle it again…I think I peed on myself.”
“You didn’t pee…you came. You squirt like me,” she explained to her. “Guy’s shoot white goo when they go and some women like us shoot clear liquid. It just means it was good shit,” she added. “That you really liked it.”
“But why did you come in here?”
“Because I didn’t want to leave earlier but Mom busted in on us.” She sighed and pulled back from Jennie and then leaned against the back of the tub, pulling her knees up and spreading her thighs. “I got really turned on when I saw your fat ass naked…I don’t know what else to tell you, s*s,” she added as she began to poke at her own pussy where Jennie could see.
“So you think I look good,” she asked.
“And you like my titties, huh?” Janet popped back with a smirk as she started rubbing her clit rapidly with her opposite hand...while the other dove in and out of her open pussy with three fingers. “I like your fat belly and ass,” she commented as she bit her bottom lip and suppressed a moan.
“Is that why you haven’t ratted me out to Mom for eating at night…and…and wearing your clothes?”
Janet nodded as she began to move her hips against her fingers.
“Oh crap,” Jennie gasped as Janet’s pussy suddenly spritzed several streams of liquid out onto her legs and her fat belly.
“I just came on you,” she stated between gasps as her hands fell motionless between her own legs. “I just shot off on your fat little ass.”
Jennie just sat there and gawked directly at her older sister’s gaping fuck-hole.
“Does it stay like that?” she asked, pointing at Janet’s orifice.
“Check your own,” she replied back, but when the younger girl leaned over, she grunted. Her belly was too big to see over…and Janet busted out laughing. “Fatty can’t see her own pussy!”
“SHHH!!” Jennie tried to shush her. “Mom’s probably right on the other side of the wall! And she can unlock the door, ya’know!”
Janet covered her mouth until she got her mirth under control. As she struggled with it, Jennie stood up in the tub and her eyes followed her. From beneath, the girl’s gut was even bigger. When she turned sideways, she truly looked pregnant. Playfully, she reached up and slapped her sister’s jiggly ass.
“HEY!” she barked and looked down at her oddly.
“So how fucking fat are you gonna get?”
Jennie turned the cold ass water down but left it running enough that the noise would cover their voices somewhat.
“I don’t know,” she replied as she turned back to face her sister who still sat flat in the back of the tub.
“Are they picking on you in school?”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I don’t care.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“I…I know this is gonna sound weird,” she began, “but I sort of like it.”
“What?” Janet look astonished.
“It makes me want to go eat more,” she explained. “I want my belly to get bigger,” she added, rubbing at it. When she noticed Janet was staring at it, she stepped forward and straddled her sitting sister.

Janet gasped as her sister pressed her huge blubbery belly into her face. She stepped even closer and forced her to bury her face in it. Her hands rose up and pawed at it as she continued to nuzzle her face into the sinkhole that was the younger girl’s navel.
Above her, Janet moaned.
“You like my fat,” she muttered. “You like my big, fat belly, Janet,” more of a statement than a question.
Janet didn’t respond but nuzzled harder into her flabby gut…kissing at it…her tongue coming out and burying down into her deep navel.
“Oh shit,” Jennie blurted. “Ohhhh-huuuuuh,” she moaned and Janet felt her whole body trembling…and then a stream spurted down onto her titties from Jennie’s pussy.
She pulled back and looked up and her sister was bracing herself with both hands on the shower wall behind her…her face flushed and pale.
“What…did…you…do?” she muttered.
“This,” Janet answered and then she leaned forward and buried her tongue into her sister’s belly hole again.
“Ahhh, ahhh…ahhh…stop…stop…I can’t--”
But the girl fired out another stream and then had to collapse down on top of Janet. She twisted as she went down and the tub made a loud squeaking noise as she slide down into the bottom with her sister.
Janet shifted and forced her to sister to turn around so that she was more or less sitting in her lap. Jennie sighed loudly and leaned back against her…her head dr****g back onto her shoulder.
“That was so weird,” she finally commented as Janet’s right hand snaked up around her and began to rub at her fat belly again. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Crap, I don’t know,” Janet blurted. “You shoved it into my face and I just…I just wanted to do that. I had no idea it was gonna make you cum yourself to death.”
“Put your finger in it,” she told her…and Janet glided her hand further toward her navel and then buried a finger in it. “Damn…even that feels good. Not like your tongue, but I like it…it’s way different than when I do it.”
“Crap…we gotta get out before Mom starts to realize we’re both missing,” Janet asserted.
“Are we gonna do this again?”
“Are you k**ding?” Janet snorted. “We can never tell Mom about it though. Got it? Like nobody can know!”
Jennie leaned forward and stood up and then turned the shower off. The water was ice cold by this point and starting to freeze her. She turned then and extended a hand to help her sister up.
“I’m gonna sneak some food tonight for you,” Janet told her as she pulled the curtain back.
“Why you gonna do that?”
“Mom said Roger is bringing Randall with him and if he’s spends the night, Randall is gonna be sleeping in the living room probably, so you can’t sneak into the kitchen to eat.”
“Well it’s just one night,” Jennie argued.
“I thought you wanted to get fatter,” she shot back.
“You want me to…too, don’t you?”
Janet grinned.


9:47 PM

Roger was taking a shower and the girls had already taken off to their rooms for the night…had even refused to watch a movie with Karen and Randall. Yet all throughout the movie, Karen had noted the two of them taking turns zipping down the hall and into the kitchen and then disappearing back to their rooms again. It was odd to say the least.
Earlier she’d walked in and caught them both naked and tussling with each other in the bathroom and then after she’d taken a shower, she’d found both of them were still naked in their rooms. And now they were being totally anti-social with Roger and Randall. They were up to something and she knew it. How it fit in with nakedness, she wasn’t sure but it was sort of making her mind turn cartwheels.
Karen was channel surfing with the remote. The movie they’d been watching had been over for about ten minutes and in that time, Roger had gone off to shower. She knew why…he was shaving and spiffing…and getting ready to pound her fat ass into the mattress later. But today, of all days, the idea of Roger fucking her wasn’t nearly as exciting as it was usually.
She glanced over at Randall who was slouched in the chair adjacent to the couch where she sat. He had his feet up on the ottoman…shoes off…looking comfy and content.
He was focused on the television channels that kept flicking and she found herself roving his body…locking her eyes on his crotch. There was a definite bulge there that she couldn’t tell for certain…was bunched up jeans…or something more delicious.
Her mind drifted back to earlier in the day…to Eric, the donkey dong at the clinic…with the balls the size of her head…the boy who shot off enough cum to knock up half the town. Oh, how close she’d come to riding that monster and ohhhh…how close she still might be. She had his name and address now.
She felt sort of bad. She was sitting here contemplating cheating on Roger. And yet, she honestly wasn’t sure he’d mind. She really wondered if he might seriously want to watch her fuck Eric. He’d really gotten off bad to it and had even asked her not to wash her blouse from work. And she hadn’t. It was in her room d****d on the foot of her bed…crispy with the boy’s cum.
She glanced inadvertently over at Randall again and saw him shift in his chair. As he moved, she realized the bulge in his twelve year old pants wasn’t just a big wrinkle of fabric at all.
She stood up and handed him the remote.
“I’m gonna go get ready for bed. You can watch what you want. I’ll bring you a pillow and a blanket back in a minute if you want to get comfortable, go ahead. I told the girls to stay in their rooms.”
He nodded and she trotted off down to her bedroom. Once inside, she fetched a pillow from her closet along with a blanket, but before heading out, she stepped to the wall she shared with the bathroom and listened. She heard the toilet flush and then a minute later, the shower started up. Roger had been dropping a deuce apparently and was just now getting into the shower. That meant she had at least fifteen minutes or more till he emerged to grind her into the sheets with his fat cock.
But again, the sexual urgency wasn’t as strong tonight. Her mind was still roiling on Eric…and now on Randall. She’d been around Randall for months now and never once had she even glanced at his package. But now after having been exposed to Eric, she suddenly found that she was attracted…downright turned on by the idea of boys with big dicks.
And Roger…earlier in the day when she’d been telling him about the events at the clinic—crazy man had made a crack about “watching” when she asked him if he worried about her throwing her pussy at Randall in light of her admission regarding Eric. Was he just being a smartass or was he serious. The longer she knew him…the more she knew him…the more perverse the man seemed to be. She’d had to all but demand he admit he liked fat women a few months before…but since then, the closer they got, the more bold with his sexual deviancy he grew. He would simply blurt out whatever at this point. Nothing so far had turned her off though…so far at least.
She wondered if Randall had the same fetish preferences that his father did. She’d never noticed him eyeing her, but that didn’t mean anything.
She rolled her sweat pants down and kicked them off and then peeled her panties off as well and kicked them onto the carpet. She pulled her t-shirt off and removed her brassier and tossed it into the pile…then put her t-shirt back on. It was barely long enough to hang past her ass cheeks and her belly and tits pulled it up in the front even higher. She pulled it down and tried to stretch the fabric so that her pussy wasn’t exposed.
Aroused and moist, she picked up the pillow and blanket and marched out into the living room.
Randall was still sitting in the chair and was watching some sort of sci-fi show. When she rounded the couch, his eyes darted to her and bugged, but he quickly recovered and acted as if he had noticed she was wearing nothing but the t-shirt.
Her nipples were hard as rocks and were pressing out through the thin fabric of the shirt. It was an old shirt and she knew damn well if the light hit her just right, he’d be able to see right through it…probably be able to the see the brown of her big, round areolas…and there was no doubt he could possibly miss her thumb-sized nipples.
She said not a word, but smiled when he glanced at her again. She tossed the pillow onto the couch end nearest him and then