"How do Mommy's breasts look, sweetie?" The gorgeous, petite mother cupped her massive tits and pushed them upward, toward her son.
"Mom, please, not here."
She looked a bit crestfallen and bit her lip like a little girl whose feelings had been hurt on the playground. "You don't think Mommy's breasts look good?" she said, staring down at her huge, swollen bosom.
He looked at her chest, as he so often found himself doing. She wore a white button-down shirt, tied at her midriff, buttons opened almost all the way down, frilly lavender-hued bra poking out, clearly visible, all above a taut, just slightly muscular tummy. But that mid-section was almost entirely obscured by her breasts, which were simply gigantic, particularly on her petite frame. Two swells of tit-flesh bulged out of her top, threatening to pop its few remaining clasped buttons. A light sheen of sweat covered her tit-mounds, making them glisten in the light of the school hallway.
Below that, she wore a shockingly short schoolgirl skirt, which barely went halfway down her thighs, and stocking-clad tucked into four-inch high heels, leather straps snaking up from them and encircling the bottom half of her calves. The tiny skirt accentuated her slightly thick, smooth, muscular legs.
All of this on an otherwise tiny physique; she was many inches shorter than her sizable, 18-year-old son Brian, who could probably throw her over his shoulder.
The mother and teen, sat outside his teacher's classroom. It was after school had ended, so the hallways were mostly empty -- and he was very glad for that. Sitting there, upright and proper, as if she were a student herself, waiting to be called on, she looked... there was no other word for it: pornographic.
Her features were delicate, almost teen-like: soft, olive-toned skin; a cute, slightly arched nose; big, emerald-hued eyes. And then there were her bee-stung lips, luscious and slightly out of proportion with the rest of her face, currently painted with dark red lipstick. Her rich, lustrous brown hair was up in a bun. And she had a sweet hint of a smile, as she so often did.
She was gorgeous, no doubt. Her outfit, though. It was basically the same one Britney Spears made famous in the "Hit Me Baby One More Time" video -- and it would have been erotic on any attractive woman, but on the petite yet incredibly voluptuous, top-heavy mother, it was obscene -- particularly that top, which only accentuated how wildly out of proportion her breasts were compared with her body.
At that moment, though, she looked upset. "I just wanted to look good for your teacher today, baby. I'm so stupid." She clasped her little hands in her lap; her eyes welled up with tears.
Here we go again, Brian thought. His mother wasn't just gorgeous and sexy, she had other... special qualities, ones that he had to navigate carefully.
"No, Mom, you look great. It's just a bit of an... unusual outfit for a parent-teacher conference."
She looked up at him with her beautiful, sparkling green eyes. "You mean it?"
"I swear, Mom, I do. You always look great."
Immediately, her mood changed. She wiggled in her seat excitedly, her tits bouncing up and down. "Yay! I'm so happy! I just wanted to look good for your teacher. I know how much you like her." She leaned over and gently kissed her son, first on his cheek, then his mouth. She giggled, but soon her expression turned serious again.
"Can you see my nipples?" She touched the tips of her huge breasts, circling the two clearly perceptible protrusions. "They get so hard and I can't control it."
Brian stared directly at his mother's massive rack. "No," he lied. "I can't."
"Well that's good," Brian mother said, absent-mindedly squeezing her breasts, very gently and briefly, as she did when her mind wandered. "But baby, I'm a little worried about you. You seem nervous."
Brian knew where this was going. "I'm not, Mom. Really."
"Are you sure? It'd be totally understandable before seeing your teacher. Can Mommy help? Please?"
Oh god, Brian thought. Not here.
His mother reached over and caressed his cock through his pants. It was, as it generally was when he was in close proximity to her, rock-hard.
"I knew it," she said. "You need some relief before our meeting. Let Mommy help you."
Before he could say another word, almost in one motion, Brian's mother unzipped his pants, quickly fished out his thick, turgid cock, leaned over and ... swallowed it. She wriggled her warm, wet mouth down until she was deep-throating the poor kid.
"Mom! Not -- uh, fuck, that feels so good -- not here!" As he instinctively bucked his hips upward, pressing his cock deeper into his mother's mouth, he looked around. Thankfully the hallway was empty. This had become his mother's go-to way of "relaxing" him, as she put it. She would offer -- insist, really -- before school. After school. At bedtime. And after he returned from a frustrating date, which he was going on less and less because what was the point.
He had told her to stop many times but she persisted and he eventually gave up. The truth was that she had become a world-class cocksucker; her luscious, thick lips helped, but she had also worked hard honing her technique, learning exactly what he liked. And she went deep. She called that her "speciality."
She withdrew his cock from her mouth, kissed it, licked it up and down, and stared up at him with those gorgeous green eyes.
"It's OK, baby. Mommy knows you must be nervous before this meeting, so just let it go. I promise to swallow every bit of cum." And with that, she again swallowed his throbbing cock, going faster and faster.
Almost by instinct, Brian took her head in his hands, and began to fuck her face. She was in no way alarmed. This was de rigueur. "UHHHHH, FUCK!" Brian yelled uncontrollably, then realized he needed to quiet down. "Fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum. Gonna shoot it down your throat," he tried to whisper.
She gurgled an unintelligible response and redoubled her efforts. Soon, Brian couldn't take it anymore.
"Uhhhhh, Mommy, I'm cumming in your mouth! Fuuuuuck!" She had been asking him to call her "Mommy" for months -- she said it made her feel "warm down there" -- and he had declined, but this time, for some reason, it just slipped out. "Swallow my cum, Mommy!"
And she did. Every last drop, just as she had promised. She gave his cock one last, lingering lick, then raised her head up and smiled at him. A tiny drop of cum sat on her lip and she quickly lapped it up.
"Mmmmmm. I love sucking your cock so much, baby. You cum so much! And it tastes delicious. Are you feeling more relaxed? Mommy could suck you off again --"
"No! That's... fine. I'm feeling OK, thanks."
Thank god she was done. (But man, was she a born cocksucker.) He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up, just in time: The door next to them opened and Ms. Powers, Brian's young homeroom and history teacher, stepped out. She was wearing a tight dark sweater that did little to hide her own very substantial bust, and below that, a pencil skirt and heels. Unlike his extremely short-and-stacked mother, Ms. Powers was only a few inches shorter than Brian.
She was also young and gorgeous: She couldn't have been older than 25, just out of college. She wore a short blonde bob that framed her model-level beautiful face: a heart-shaped face, luscious lips and a gorgeous smile. She also wore glasses, which gave her the vibe of a hot librarian who didn't know she was hot; Ms. Powers, however, knew exactly how hot she was.
If his mother dominated Brian's masturbatory fantasies, Ms. Powers came in a close second. She routinely wore similarly tight-fitting outfits regularly, and clearly was aware of the effect they had. In class, she'd lean over Brian's desk, in a supposed attempt to help him with a quiz problem or book passage -- and in the process, press her huge breasts into his upper arm. He could smell her scent: just the slightest hint of lilac. She would then look down, see the erection tenting Brian's pants, give him a wink, and sashay away, her large butt swaying, her huge tits bouncing. There was something... mischievous about Ms. Powers.
That impish smile was on display as she looked at Brian and his scantily clad mother sitting outside her classroom.
"Well, what do we have here? Brian, I assume this is your mother?"
Without waiting for Brian to respond, his mother jumped out of her chair and gave a surprised Ms. Powers a hug, her enormous breasts pressing into the teacher's mid-section, her face buried in the teacher's cleavage. "It's so good to meet you finally, Ms. Powers!" she exclaimed excitedly. "You're Brian's favorite teacher. He talks about you all the time. I couldn't wait to meet you." Fuck, Brian thought. His mother was obviously turned on by his teacher. And, he assumed, vice versa.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Pepper," Ms. Powers said, running her hands down the mother's arms, causing her to shiver slightly. She eyed the mother's obscene body and outfit. "You certainly are a lovely woman."
"Thank you," Brian's mother said shyly, twisting her body back and forth and putting the tip of one finger in her mouth. "That's especially kind coming from you -- you're gorgeous!"
Oh boy, Brian thought.
"Thank you, Ms. Pepper. Why don't the two of you come in." She walked into the classroom and, without turning around, said, "Brian, why don't you lock the door behind you. We don't want anyone disturbing us."
Ms. Powers sat behind her desk, crossing her long, lithe legs, and in the process hoisting up one of her 4-inch high heel-clad feet. She gestured to the two chairs in front of her desk and the mother and son sat down. Brian looked over at his mother, who was again sitting prim and proper -- unintentionally pushing out her enormous tits -- like a schoolgirl trying to be good. Ms. Powers leered at her like a dirty old man who happened to be a gorgeous, dominant 25-year-old woman.
"So," she began. "The good news is that Brian's comprehension, analysis and participation have all been excellent."
Mom's mom looked a little confused. "So... he's doing good?" she said in that ditzy voice of hers. Brian rubbed his temples.
Ms. Powers smiled. "Yes, Ms. Pepper, it means he's doing very well, particularly in my classes. I know he's headed off to college in the fall, so that all bodes very well."
"Yay!" Brian's mother bounced up and down in her seat, her massive tits wobbling wildly as she did; Brian was momentarily concerned they might fly right out of her top. Ms. Pepper turned to her son. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie!" She began to kiss him all over his face, including a lingering one on the lips. Brian could see that mischievous smile emerge on Ms. Powers' face again. "I knew all that work, and our little nervousness sessions --" Ms. Powers arched an eyebrow at this "-- would pay off."
Brian was simultaneously relieved and embarrassed about his mother's behavior. It didn't surprise him, but in front of the teacher he had a huge crush on, he became incredibly self-conscious.
"Yes, it's very good news. The not-so-good news, I'm afraid, is Brian's focus. He very often seems... distracted in class." Brian's mother's expression turned to concern. "I think Brian knows why."
"What is it, Brian?" Ms. Pepper said. "Why would you be so distracted?"
Brian realized he was staring directly at his teacher's huge rack and his eyes darted up to her face. There was that impish grin again.
"Do you find that he gets easily distracted at home, Ms. Pepper?"
"Actually, now that you mention it, yes."
"How so?"
"Well, I'll often catch him staring at me and... my body... when he's supposed to be doing his homework or chores. But he's always good at getting back to whatever he's doing."
"Ms. Pepper, let me ask a totally unrelated question. What do you generally wear around the house?"
Brian put his head in his hands.
"Well, let's see," Brian's mom said, not putting the pieces together. "I do a lot of yoga, so I'm often wearing a yoga outfit..."
"A tight one, I assume?"
"Well, of course."
"I guess that's how you keep your figure so lovely."
Brian's mother blushed. "Um, I guess so. Oh! And sometimes I just wear my pajamas around the house."
"What would those be?"
"Oh, you know, a little t-shirt, sweatpants... And sometimes, before bed, lingerie."
"Lingerie?!"
"Nothing too revealing. You know, a babydoll or something like that."
Ms. Powers tried to imagine the young mother stuffing those massive tits into a little babydoll negligee. "I see," she said, winking at Brian, who was growing more mortified by the moment. "Brian's father is not in the picture, correct?"
"No, he died soon after Brian was born, I'm afraid. He left us quite a bit of money, which is how I was able to pay for Brian's education here and for college."
"And why you're able to spend your days doing yoga," Ms. Powers said with that impish smile.
Brian's mom giggled. "Yes, I suppose so. I've never really been able to hold a job, to be honest."
"No, I'd imagine not. Are you dating?"
"Not really. I get a lot of attention from men, but I don't know, they just don't interest me. I really only care about my little baby boy," she said, beaming at Brian.
"I see." Ms. Powers paused. "Ms. Pepper, would you do me a favor? I'd like to speak to Brian alone, just for a few minutes. It's about his schoolwork. Would you mind sitting outside for a moment?"
"Oh. I guess not," Ms. Pepper said. She got up and turned around. Both Brian and Ms. Powers stared at her large bubble butt, which pushed out her little skirt so far that they could almost see her ass cheeks. Above that, her tiny waist. And Ms. Powers was amazed to see that the mother's enormous chest was so large that it peeked out from either side of her teenage-size torso.
Ms. Pepper struggled with the locked door. "Let me help you with that, Mom," he said. He immediately regretted it -- his erection was clearly visible. He adjusted it as best he could, then walked over and, putting his arms around his mother's body, unlocked the door. In the process, his hard-on pressed into her ass cheeks. Ms. Pepper whispered into his ear: "Oh, Brian! I knew we should have done another nervousness session."
"I'm fine, thanks Mom," he said, his face flushed bright red.
"OK. Maybe we can do one later. I'll see you in a few minutes!" Ms. Pepper said enthusiastically, before kissing him gently on the lips and then slipping out the door, which Brian closed.
"Lock it, please, Brian," Ms. Powers said. He did so and sat back down.
"'Nervousness session', huh?" Ms. Powers said, moving around the front of her desk and perching on its edge, allowing Brian a close-up view of both her smooth, shapely legs and, thrust out in his direction, only a foot or two away, her large breasts, swaying slightly under her tight sweater. "Perhaps we'll get to that later, What I really want to talk to you about is your mother."
"Yeah, I had a feeling," he said, staring right at his young teacher's substantial chest.
"What I said about you being distracting is indeed true, but I think I have a pretty good sense of why. Do you think a lot about me during class?"
"Um... yes, ma'am."
"I had a feeling," she said with a wink. "And you do think a lot about your mother when at home?"
"Yes, ma'am."
That's all quite understandable. You're a teenager in his prime. A good-looking one I might add, and I can see where you get your good looks. Have you had many girlfriends?"
"A couple, but, to be honest, it doesn't last."
"And why do you think that is?"
"Um..."
"It's OK, Brian, you can be honest with me. Whatever you say in this room stays in this room."
"They didn't... they weren't built..."
"They weren't big enough up top?" she asked, cupping her own large tits through her tight black sweater.
He dropped his head. "Yes, ma'am."
"Would you say you're obsessed with very large breasts?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
She crossed her arms under her tits, making them bulge even more than they already were. "Then I certainly understand why distraction is an issue for you. Would you like to know how large my breasts are, Brian?"
His erection was rock-hard and he crossed his legs in a feeble attempt to hide it.
"Um... yes, ma'am."
"I wear an E-cup bra. Certainly larger than average for a woman my size," she said, cupping her sweater-covered tits and looking down at them. Do you know how large your mother's breasts are?" she asked with a smile.
"No, ma'am."
"Really? You've never peeked at a bra?"
"No, ma'am. Anyway, I think all of her bras are custom-made."
"Well I can see why. She's certainly larger than I am, and quite a bit shorter. You're, what, 5'10"?"
"5'11", ma'am."
"And I'm 5'7", though admittedly not in these heels. I'm guessing your mother is... 5'1"? Tops?"
"That sounds about right, ma'am."
"My goodness. Such incredible curves on such an otherwise petite body."
She sat down next to Brian and put her hand on his leg. "But there's something else unusual about your mother, isn't there, Brian?"
Oh god, he thought. This conversation was why he had been dreading parent-teacher conference day.
"Yes, I suppose there is, ma'am."
"I mean, that outfit. The way she speaks in that little-girl voice. She gets confused a lot, doesn't she?"
He nodded.
"She doesn't seem very bright."
"No, I guess not."
"Brian... would you describe your mother as ditzy? A bimbo, even? But a very sexy -- and sexual -- one?"
He gulped. "Yeah, I suppose she is."
"And she doesn't seem to even know it. A super-busty, horny, little bimbo. Brian, while you were waiting outside in the hallway, I heard some odd noises. What was going on?"
He sighed. "My mom has some... unusual ideas about how to handle things when I get nervous. Or when she thinks I'm nervous, anyway."
"Such as?"
"She... um..."
"She sucks your cock, doesn't she, Brian?" She scooted closer to him, her breasts only inches from his chest and whispered: "She swallows your teenage cum?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And how often does this happen?"
"Um... at least three times a day."
"My goodness!"
"Before I go to school, when I get home and before bed. That's usually when she's wearing the lingerie she mentioned. And it's not even about me being nervous! She just..."
"She just enjoys it, doesn't she, Brian?" the teacher interrupted.
"I guess so, yeah."
"Do you enjoy it, Brian?"
"I mean... yeah, I do."
"And I'm sure she knows that. Have you done anything else with your mother, Brian? Sexually, I mean."
"No, ma'am."
"Really? You haven't made love to her?"
Brian was shocked that his teacher was talking to him so openly. But he told the truth: "No, I haven't."
"You've wanted to, though."
Brian paused. "Yes. I think about it a lot. But... she's my Mom."
"I understand. She's your mother. And you love her. But she's also an extremely horny little bimbo." She paused. Brian didn't know what to say.
Ms. Powers got up and opened the door. "OK, Ms. Pepper, you can come back in now." As his mother returned and sat down next to her, Ms. Powers sat back down behind her desk.
Brian's mother still looked concerned. "Did you discuss Brian's distract... distractive..."
"Yes, we spoke about his distracted nature and I'm not concerned."
"Oh my goodness, I'm so relieved!" She hugged her son, pulling his head down and pressing it into her enormous, swelling bosom.
"I do, though, want to talk about you a bit, Ms. Pepper," the young teacher said, openingly ogling the mother's voluptuous body.
"Me?" She touched a hand to her heaving chest.
"You see, it seems that Brian's distracted behavior is largely caused by you, Ms. Pepper."
"Me? But... I don't understand."
"There's a lot you don't understand, isn't there, Ms. Pepper?"
"What do you mean?" She was clueless.
"You must know you're a very attractive woman. Stunning, even."
"Well... I suppose. I do get a lot of looks on the street."
"Yes, I imagine you do. Brian is 18 and quite virile."
"Virile?"
"Manly, with a strong sex drive."
"Oh, I see."
"You also have a very strong sex drive, don't you, Ms. Pepper."
Brian's mother's face flushed. "I..." She looked down at her hands in her lap. "I suppose I do."
"And you have a very unusual body, don't you?"
"Yes, I guess I do."
"You seem to like showing it off."
"I... don't do that on purpose."
"You don't wear clothes that you know will make your son's penis hard?"
"No! Well... Oh, I don't know, I'm all mixed up."
"Yes, I imagine you are. Ms. Pepper, can you tell us how big your breasts are?"
Brian's mom put her arm over her tits in a feeble attempt to shield them from view, but only made her cleavage bulge further out from her skimpy top and bra, which was clearly visible.
"My... my breasts? I don't see what --"
"Please indulge me, Ms. Pepper."
"Well, OK, if you think it'll help. I usually wear a G-cup."
"My goodness! That would be huge for any woman, but for one of your very petite build..."
"Are they too big?" She was beginning to tear up. "Do I look like a..."
"A what, Mommy? Is it OK if I call you Mommy? Brian, are you OK with that?"
Brian, almost zombie-like, nodded.
"Do you look like a slut, Mommy? Was that your question? A huge-titted slut?"
"I..." A tear fell from one eye.
Come," Ms. Powers said, patting her lap.
"You want me to... to sit on your lap?" the mother said, sniffling and wiping the tear from her face.
"That's right. Come sit on teacher's lap."
Glancing over at Brian, who made no attempt to stop things, she slowly got up and wiggled over to the busty teacher. She was so short that Ms. Powers was eye-level with her massive breasts, clad in a sturdy push-up bra, absolutely bursting out of her tied-off schoolgirl's shirt.
"Come sit, Mommy."
Brian's mother sat down and immediately felt at ease. And turned on. She looked over at Brian, who seemed extremely uncomfortable.
"But, ma'am... Brian... I need to..."
"You need to suck his cock? I understand. How about this? Brian," the teacher asked, "would you like to masturbate? I'm going to play with your Mommy for a bit."
"You're going to... play with me?"
"That's right. I'm going to play with your curvy little body." She stroked one of Ms. Pepper's smooth legs with one hand, and her gorgeous face with the other. "For example, we don't need this bun, do we?"
Without waiting for an answer, she deftly took out a few bobby pins and the mother's hair cascaded down past her shoulders.
"Very beautiful," Ms. Powers said, and kissed the mother on the cheek. Ms. Pepper giggled. Brian unzipped his pants and took out his rock-hard cock.
"And we don't need this silly top, do we? It's barely covering anything." Again without waiting for an answer, she began to undo the knot in the shirt and then to unbutton it. In mere seconds, she had it open, and shrugged it off the mother's delicate shoulders, revealing the gigantic lavender bra underneath.
"Oh! I..."
"Shhhh. It's OK, Mommy," Ms. Powers said as she stroked the mother's long hair, tucking a long strand behind her ear, revealing Mommy's adorable, blushing face.
"But... you're undressing me in front of my son. And he's..."
"Yes, he's jerking off. He's being a good boy. Are you going to be a good girl for me?" Brian was amazed: His teacher, barely older than he was, was talking to his ditz of a mother, who was almost 40. And he was staring at the scene, masturbating.
"Um... yes, ma'am. It's just embarrassing, in front of my son."
"Nonsense. Brian --" She took some massage oil out of the top drawer of her desk and slid it over to him. "-- this might help."
"Uh, thanks," Brian said, and drizzled some into one hand. "Would it be OK if I... um, masturbated with both hands?"
"Of course."
"He likes to do that because he has a particularly thick penis," Ms. Pepper said innocently.
"Oh, I see," Ms. Powers said. "And he does, it's true. He's fairly well-endowed. Much like his little Mommy. " She turned back to the tiny, ultra-busty woman on her lap and gently cupped both of her massive, bra-clad breasts, lifting them just slightly. The mother gasped and then moaned in pleasure. Ms. Powers dropped one of the mother's breasts and lifted her hand up toward her gorgeous, quivering mouth. She slipped two fingers into it; the tiny mother instinctively grabbed the teacher's fingers and began to suck on them.
"There you go, you dumb, busty little bimbo," the teacher said in a sweet, gentle voice. "You needed to suck on something, didn't you?"
For the first time, the mother didn't object to the name-calling and her eyes closed as she continued to suck on the teacher's fingers, which the teacher reached farther back into her mouth. (Ms. Powers didn't know it, but after working so hard on taking her son's entire penis during their blowjobs, Ms. Pepper had lost her gag reflex.)
Ms. Powers withdrew her fingers and caressed the mother's bee-stung lips with them, turning to Brian as she did. "I'm going to kiss your Bimbo-Mommy now, Brian. Would you like that?"
"Yes," said the teen, slowly stroking his erect, turgid cock, staring at his stunning, erotically proportioned mother, sitting submissively on his gorgeous teacher's lap.
"But, I--"
The gorgeous young mother was cut off as her son's teacher pressed their lips together, slowly gently at first, then harder, their huge breasts pressing together. The mother began to moan as the teacher slowly snaked her hand up a smooth, muscular leg. Soon, the teacher's tongue was in her mouth, and they were making out, deeply, passionately. Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing. His incredibly hot teacher had, in a matter of moment, seduced his own wildly sexy, short-and-stacked mother. He continued to masturbate, intent on holding off on an orgasm.
Ms. Powers finally took her tongue out of the mother's mouth.
"That was nice, wasn't it?"
Ms. Pepper shyly just shook her head yes. "I... want you to kiss me again."
"I'd like that too, little one. But I think first we need to get rid of this silly bra. It's barely holding back your giant bimbo-tits."
The mother instinctively reached up and grabbed her massive rack with two hands.
"But... but then Brian will be able to see my breasts."
"Yes, he will." She turned to Brian. "Boy, she really is an airhead, isn't she? Would you like to see your mother's gigantic naked tits?"
Brian could only grunt a yes.
"I thought as much. Ms. Pepper, we want to make your son happy, don't we?"
"I guess so.. I mean, yes! I do. Always. Brian, you really want to see Mommy's huge breasts?"
"Yes, Mommy. Please? Can I please see your giant bimbo-tits?" Brian was getting bolder with his language, following his teacher's lead. His mother, frankly, either didn't mind or seemed too horny and confused to care.
"Oh goodness. I do want to make Brian happy -- and make sure he has an orgasm. OK, I'll take it off." The mother reached back to the bra's clasp, in the process pushing her breasts forward; the bra was overflowing and looked like it might pop off at any second.
"I'm sorry to tell you that bra is too small," Ms. Powers said, staring at the amazing sight mere inches away. "There's no way you're a G-cup. I'd say H, easy. Maybe even HH."
"Really?" Brian's mother was having a bit of trouble with the clasp. "Gosh, I guess I'll have to order new ones. They have gotten a bit bigger over the last year. Ah, there we go. Brian, are you ready to see your Mommy's huge tits?"
Brian took a bold step: He got up, went over to the duo and continued to masturbate just a foot or so away from his mother, who stared longingly at his erection.
"I'm ready, Bimbo-Mommy."
She released the back straps, and let the bra fall away. Her tits were simply amazing: massive, round, with just a hint of sag, topped with small, rock-hard nipples. She cupped them and pushed them up toward her son.
"What do you think, sweetie?"
Brian had miscalculated. Seeing his ditzy, wildly sexy mother's bare chest -- with her staring right at his increasingly thick, almost purple hard-on -- put him over the edge.
"Aw, fuck, gonna cum!! CUUUMMMMMING!"
His cock was aimed directly at his mother's face when it erupted. Rope after rope plastered her gorgeous visage. Amazingly, she didn't flinch, and actually opened her mouth to catch as much of his cum as possible.
As his mother gulped down whatever amount of her son's cum ended up in her mouth, Brian saw that he had almost covered her face and tits. And then he noticed a faint smile on her glazed face.
"Mommy, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to --"
"Don't apologize for covering your Bimbo-Mommy's face and magnificent tits with your cum!" said Ms. Powers. "A stupid slut like her deserves nothing less."
"Yes," the mother said, in a daze, as she scooped up some cum from her chin and licked her finger clean. "I'm... a stupid slut for my beautiful baby boy. I love his cum." Something had snapped; it was almost as if she had been hypnotized.
"That's a good girl," Ms. Powers said. "Now let's get you cleaned up. There's a bathroom just through that door. Grab a towel and make sure you're nice and clean so I can play with your body more."
"Play with my body... Yes, ma'am," the still-dazed mother said, as she got up and went into the bathroom, her body swaying as if she were half-drunk, her cum-covered breasts bouncing, her tiny skirt-covered ass jiggling.
"My goodness, she's amazing," Ms. Powers said. "I don't think I've ever met a woman who is so gorgeous and sexy and yet such a dumb bimbo. I hope you don't mind me referring to your mother that way. You haven't seemed to so far."
"No, I... guess I don't." He looked down at his cock. His erection was very slowly abating.
She winked, then looked down at her sweater; globs of cum had sprayed onto it. "Well I guess this is coming off."
She struggled to get the tight sweater over her E-cup breasts, but finally succeeded, revealing her substantial rack, clad in a black push-up bra. Back came the erection. Ms. Powers looked at it and smiled. She then looked up and found Brian staring directly at them.
"You, young man, are truly obsessed, aren't you?" she said with a laugh.
"Sorry, Ms. Powers, I --"
"It's fine. With such an incredibly top-heavy mother at home, constantly putting her massive tits on display for you, I completely understand. Why don't you sit back down. Oh, here comes your Mommy."
The tiny, ultra-stacked mother -- topless, her gigantic tits wobbling, still wearing the micro-skirt and high heels -- indeed emerged from the bathroom, looking freshened. The cum was gone; her hair, cascading down her shoulders, was perfect; and she had somehow reapplied her lipstick, which was now a bright shade of what Brian thought of as "cocksucking red." Her massive tits bounced and swayed as she passed Brian and sat daintily back down on Ms. Powers' lap, as if that were her rightful place.
"Well don't you look lovely!" Ms. Powers exclaimed.
"Thank you, ma'am! I found a hairbrush and some lipstick in the bathroom. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Ms. Powers said.
"Would you kiss me again, ma'am?"
Ms. Powers leaned and, with one hand, gently but firmly took the mother by the throat. She moaned in pleasure.
"You like that?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Ms. Powers pulled her face up and licked Brian's mother's lips, then kissed her mouth, hard and purposefully.
"My god, you are slutty," she said, pulling back and looking the mother's erotic body up and down. "Let's take a closer look at these amazing tits." She gently cupped and lifted both, one in each hand. Ms. Pepper bit her lip and wiggled her big ass cheeks, which rested on the teacher's lap. "Astonishing. They not only are, by far, the largest breasts I've ever seen on a woman even close to your size, they are firm and --" she gave each of them a light squeeze, eliciting a moan from the horny mother "-- with just the perfect amount of give."
Brian's mother smiled bashfully. "Thank you, ma'am. When they first developed, I thought they were way too big for my frame, but I've grown to sort of love them," she said, as the teacher continued to grope the mother's huge rack. "And I know Brian likes them," she added with a giggle, looking shyly at her son. "I can tell by the way he looks at me around the house."
"So I've heard," the teacher said. "It sounds like you encourage that with your revealing outfits, which of course makes sense for a bimbo slut like you."
"I guess so. I... I don't mean to tease him..."
"Oh, of course you do! Form-fitting yoga outfits and too-tight t-shirts that barely contain these monsters -- even lingerie! Those aren't normal things for a mother to wear around her son on a regular basis."
"That's true, I guess. I don't know, I just..." She trailed off.
"It's obvious: You want to turn on your son."
"No! I mean, I... I don't know, I'm so confused."
"Of course you are, you're a super-busty little airhead. It's OK. Nothing to be ashamed of. And I'm sure Brian doesn't mind. Do you, Brian?"
"No, not at all. I love your body, Mommy."
"Thank you, sweetie. Mommy loves you so much." Brian marveled at the sight of his mother looking lovingly at him as his teacher molested her ultra-busty body. "Mommy loves your body too. Especially your thick penis." She giggled like a naughty schoolgirl. "And *especially* when it's hard." Her giggle intensified.
"Brian, you are very lucky to have such a loving, sexy, horny Mommy," Ms. Powers said. "Let's see just how horny she is." She released one massive tit and slid her hand under the mother's tiny skirt, eliciting more giggles from the airheaded bimbo.
"Hee hee! That tickles!"
Soon, Ms. Powers hand had disappeared and the mother gasped and moaned.
"My goodness, your panties are soaked!"
The mother, still visibly horny -- twisting her body on the teacher's lap, making her massive tits sway and jiggle -- looked ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so horny. I just am."
"I understand," Ms. Powers said. "I would expect nothing less from a Bimbo-Mommy like you. But that can't possibly be comfortable. Why don't you take them off."
"Right here? In front of my son?" It was a patently ridiculous thing to say: Brian's cock was still out, erect and being jerked off, and she herself was naked from the waist up, her gigantic, round breasts completely on display.
"Yes, silly. Do you want me to do it?" the teacher asked.
"No, that's OK," Ms. Pepper said in a slightly shaky voice. She got up from Ms. Powers' lap and, staring into her son's eyes, reached up under her little pleated skirt and pulled her white panties down to her knees, then let them drop to her ankles. They were visibly soaked through.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said to her son.
"What are you sorry about?" Ms. Powers said. "I'm surprised you were even wearing panties, Bimbo-Mommy. I mean a body made for fucking like yours? Why bother?"
Another tear dropped from the mother's eye. "I love you so much, baby," she said to her son. She cupped her breasts and pushed them up. "Bimbo-Mommy loves you."
Ms. Powers had fully broken her. Brian gaped at his mother, openly masturbating as she presented herself to him purely as a sexual object. A beautiful little thing to be played with and fucked.
"Bimbo-Mommy, why don't you climb up onto my desk."
"Your desk?"
"Stop asking stupid questions and do as I say."
"I'm sorry, yes ma'am." She hoisted her almost-naked body up onto the edge of the desk.
"Put your legs in the air."
"But if I do that, Brian will --"
"See your sopping-wet little pussy, yes. Am I going to have to punish you or are you going to do what I say? And what a stupid, horny Bimbo-Mommy should be doing for her beloved son?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am." She leaned back -- her enormous but firm breasts spilling just slightly off to the side -- and cocked her legs up in the air, exposing her pussy, which was indeed literally dripping girl-juice. "Oh goodness, this is so embarrassing."
"That's a good Bimbo-Mommy," Ms. Powers said, as she inserted a finger into the mother's tiny pussy. "You want to make your son happy, don't you?"
"Uhhhh," she moaned, as the teacher began to move her finger in and out and applied her thumb to the mother's visibly swollen clit. "Yes, of course."
"And you are so very horny right now, aren't you?"
"Oh god... uhhhhh... that feels so good."
"Answer my question, you stupid slut."
"Yes! I'm so very horny. I need to cum so badly!"
"Do you want your son's thick penis inside you?"
"Oh goodness, I... uhhh...."
"Answer me, you dumb bitch! Your body is built for one thing, and that is pleasuring your son. Yes or no?"
"Yes! I'm just a fuck-toy for my beautiful baby boy."
"Refer to yourself in the third person or I'll stop."
"I -- UH! -- I don't know what that -- UHHH! -- means."
"My god, you really are a dumb bitch. Call yourself Bimbo-Mommy or I'll stop."
"No! Please don't stop! Please keep playing with my -- with Bimbo-Mommy's little pussy! Bimbo-Mommy is so very, very horny! Bimbo-Mommy is going to cum! Bimbo-Mommy is going to orgasm in front of her beautiful son! And -- UH! -- Bimbo-Mommy has very strong orgasms."
Ms. Powers intensified her ministrations. "Well that's not a bad thing, Bimbo-Mommy. Why don't you show your son just how intense your orgasms are, hm?"
Brian's mother was squirming, her body vibrating from what was clearly an impending orgasm. The teenager looked on in silent amazement. His teacher -- dressed now only in a bra, skirt and heels -- was bringing his own super-busty, insanely horny, and almost-naked mother to climax mere feet in front of him, her legs hiked up in the air, her pussy visibly swollen, girl-juice dripping down onto the puckered star of her asshole. If he hadn't cum twice within less than an hour already, he certainly would have again.
The mother closed her eyes, whipped her head back and arched her back -- thrusting her giant tits into the air -- as the orgasm overtook her.
"OH GOD! MOMMY IS CUMMING!! BIMBO-MOMMY IS ORGASMING IN FRONT OF HER BABY BOY!! OH GOD, BIMBO-MOMMY IS GOING TO SQUIRT! AHHHHHH!"
As the orgasm overtook her and she lost complete control of her body, liquid did indeed squirt out of her cunt, spraying two, maybe three feet in front of her.
As her climax subsided, the vibrating mother -- now disheveled, with a sheen of sweat over her entire body -- began to quietly weep.
"Ohh, is Bimbo-Mommy ashamed?" Ms. Powers asked.
"Yes," the mother said through sobs. "I'm -- Bimbo-Mommy is so ashamed of having such a strong orgasm in front of her son."
"Shhhh," the teacher said, tucking the mother's dark brown hair, which had partially fallen over her face, behind her ears. "It's OK, Bimbo-Mommy. Ms. Powers is here."
Shocking both Brian and his mother, the teacher cradled the mother's body and lifted her up. Ms. Powers sat on the desk and placed the mother beside her, her head in the teacher's lap. The teacher proceeded to reach back and undo her black push-up bra, revealing her very large E-cup breasts. She pushed the mother's head toward a nipple.
"There, there, Bimbo-Mommy, suckle on teacher's big teat."
"Mmmmm..." The mother began to do just that, pressing her face into the huge breast as she suckled like a baby.
"Brian, would you come over here please?" the teacher said in an even voice, as if nothing odd was happening.
"Yes ma'am," the teenager managed to squeak out. He released his cock, which thrust out and up, visibly pulsing, and walked over to the bizarre scene.
"Bimbo-Mommy, I know what you really want to suckle. You want to suck on your boy's big, thick erection, don't you?"
"Mm-hm," the mother mumbled as she continued to suck on Ms. Power's big tit.
Ms. Powers pulled her nipple from the mother's mouth and turned her head slightly.
"There you go, Brian. Her little wet mouth is all ready for your cock."
Without hesitating, Brian did just that -- and his mother immediately began to suck, moaning with pleasure as she did.
"Does Bimbo-Mommy like that? Does she like her boy's big penis in her slutty mouth?"
"Mmm-hmm," the mother groaned. She took the cock deeper and deeper until it was engulfed in her mouth.
"My goodness," Ms. Powers said, "someone is a very good cocksucker. Don't you think Brian?"
The stunned teen simply grunted a "yes" and began to fully face-fuck his mother.
"You can play with my big breasts while your slut of a mother sucks you off."
He reached up and began to fondle his teacher's large breasts, the ones he had stared at for hours. She leaned forward and began to kiss him deeply and sloppily, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.
With his hands all over his teacher's huge tits, their mouths pressed against each other, and his cock thrusting in and out of his mother's slutty mouth, he wondered if he was in a dream. A wonderful, incredibly erotic dream.
But the busty, sex-obsessed, topless teacher wasn't done.
She pulled her head back and, putting her hands over Brian's, which were still groping her large rack, she smiled.
"Does Bimbo-Mommy's mouth feel good on your thick cock, Brian?"
"It feels amazing, ma'am."
"I bet. But I think it's time to take things up a notch."
Brian's mother looked up, her son's cock still buried in her mouth, with an alarmed look on her face.
"Get up, Bimbo-Mommy. Do it now."
The mother reluctantly released her son's prick, a trail of saliva connecting it to her mouth as she withdrew.
"Yes ma'am." She scurried and sat up, her massive tits jiggling.
"I think it's time to let Brian play with your sexy little body. What else is a Bimbo-Mommy for than to be her son's plaything?"
Ms. Pepper looked abashedly at her son, whose prick was arching straight up. He took a step forward and it pressed into her taut belly.
"Sweetie, do you want to play with Bimbo-Mommy's body?"
Brian couldn't believe what he was hearing, but wasn't going to pass up this chance.
"Please, baby?" The mother lifted one massive tit and sucked on her own nipple, then let it drop. Brian stared at it as it jiggled and swayed. My god, he thought, they are simply gigantic. He looked up at his mother's gorgeous, smiling face. "Please play with me?" she said in a little girl voice.
Brian pulled her to him and mashed his mouth against hers. He could feel her Soon they were making out, passionately, like two teenagers hooking up for the first time. He kissed her delicate neck and then down to her enormous bust.
He squeezed and groped and marveled at how firm yet pillowy his mother's giant tits were. He pressed his face into them, losing himself her deep, sprawling cleavage. He took both tits in his hands, pressed them together and sucked on both her nipples at once.
"Uhhhhhh! That feels so good, baby! Suckle on Bimbo-Mommy's tits!"
His hands wandered down to her waist and he was amazed to find that he could almost wrap his large hands around it. Her body was so tiny, yet was so incredibly busty, almost as if a porno star's chest had been grafted onto the torso of a teenager.
"Don't forget her big bubble butt," Ms. Powers said with a wink.
Brian twirled her body around, causing his mother to gasp. Her skirt-covered butt was now sticking out; her asscheeks were so full and round that they pressed into Brian's erection. He flipped up the skirt and began to play with her bubble butt, massaging it, pushing his hard-on between those luscious cheeks. She moaned with pleasure.
"You like having your ass played with, don't you?" Ms. Powers said.
"Uhhh... fuck... yes ma'am."
Feeling his power over her, Brian pulled her hair back, causing another gasp. Her tits and ass were both thrust out, inviting her son to control her.
"Oh god, baby... Bimbo-Mommy is so horny..."
"I think it's time, Brian," Ms. Powers said.
The startled mother was shaken out of her almost hypnotic state of arousal. "Time for what?"
"God, you are such a stupid little slut," the teacher said, squeezing the mother's giant tits. "Time for your son to fuck you properly."
"No! I mean... he's my son! It's not proper."
"Not proper?" Ms. Powers laughed. "You're almost naked, letting your own son control and play with your incredibly fuckable body."
"I know, but... that's incest."
"Shut up, you dumb bimbo. Look at yourself. Your body is made for fucking. It's the only thing you're good for. If you really love your son, you'll let him fuck the living shit out of you. You'll be his sex toy."
The mother looked confused. Brian twirled her around again, so their bodies were pressed up against each other. She was so short and he was so hard that his erection pressed against her belly, the head of his cock nestled in the heavy bottom part of her massive tits.
"What if... what if I use my breasts?"
"Actually, that's a good idea. Spit on his cock and wrap those giant teats around it."
"Yes, ma'am," she said, and did just that. She got on her knees -- though had to keep the rest of her body vertical so everything aligned -- and placed his slickened cock between her tits, which she then pressed together. She looked up at her son longingly.
"Fuck Bimbo-Mommy's huge breasts, sweetie. Please? I'm just a dumb, giant-titted slut for you."
As Brian began to move his cock through the pillowy nest created by her tits, both he and his mother moaned in satisfaction. His cock was long enough that with each thrust, it emerged from the deep gorge of cleavage; his mother began to kiss and lick the head, then simply let it pop into and out of her soft, wet mouth.
"Does that feel good, Brian?" Ms. Powers said, lightly caressing the boy's chest.
"It feels incredible, but..."
"But what you really want is to fuck your Bimbo-Mommy."
"Yes, ma'am."
Ms. Pepper looked up at the two of them with an alarmed expression. "No, please! It would be incest if you put your penis inside Bimbo-Mommy's vagina! Fuck Bimbo-Mommy's giant tits, sweetheart! Let Bimbo-Mommy make you cum with her big, soft breasts."
"Shut up, slut," Ms. Powers said. "Brian is going to fuck you, whether you want him to or not."
"But... that would be rape," the mother said, as she absent-mindedly pinched her rock-hard nipples. She looked up at her son with pleading eyes. "You don't want to rape your own Mommy, do you?"
Before he could answer, Ms. Powers grabbed a handful of the gorgeous mother's hair. "Get on the desk," she commanded.
"UH! Oh god, no!" It was unclear why the voluptuous mother was drawing the line here, but her actions did not match her desperate words: She let the teacher pull her body up onto the desk and leaned back on her elbows, her massive tits jutting out toward her son, her glistening pussy visible under the tiny skirt. "Don't fuck Mommy, sweetie. Please? Don't put your big cock inside of Mommy. Let Bimbo-Mommy suck you off!"
"Cock up those legs, Bimbo-Mommy," Ms. Powers said.
Again, her actions belied her words: "Please don't rape me, sweetie! Please don't fuck Bimbo-Mommy!" she said -- just as she raised her muscular legs into the air, allowing her son full view of her pussy, which was literally dripping wet; drops of girl-juice dribbled onto the puckered star of her asshole and then onto the desk.
Brian took a step forward and began to rub his cock up and down his mother's wet pussy lips. She groaned with pleasure. "Don't, baby..." She was losing whatever battle she was having with herself, her horniness overcoming all else. "Don't... rape... Bimbo-Mommy..."
"I'm sorry, Mommy, I have to fuck you now. I have to fuck my stupid, sexy Bimbo-Mommy."
"Rape her, Brian," Ms. Powers said, as she took his penis in her hand and placed its head against the throbbing lips of his mother's pussy. "Rape this dumb little cunt. Make her orgasm. It's what this incredibly busty little body was built for: giving her son a hole to fuck anytime he wants it."
"Oh god," the mother muttered as her son pressed the head of his swollen cock into her. "Please baby... Don't... put... it... in... Fuck... Fuck... me..."
"You heard her," Ms. Powers said, "She wants to be fucked. The dumb little bitch wants her own son to fuck the living shit out of her."
"No! I... I don't know... I'm so confused..."
"Of course you are, you're a stupid little fucktoy. Dumb sluts like you shouldn't talk, they should lie back and let their sons fuck them silly."
The young mother began to moan as her son's prick slowly sank into her hungry pussy.
"Oh god that feels so good... But I shouldn't..."
"Please continue to refer to yourself in the third person."
"Bimbo-Mommy shouldn't be letting her son fuck her..."
"Don't you love your son?" Brian was now beginning to slowly thrust in and out of his mother's gloriously tight vagina.
"Of course I -- Of course Bimbo-Mommy loves her son!" She turned her gaze to her son, who she now saw was staring directly at her massive tits, which were beginning to sway up and down with the tempo of his fucking. He grabbed her tiny waist and began to pump in earnest, quickening his pace.
"Then you'll let your son rape you anytime he wants. You'll become his sex toy, his submissive little fuck-slut."
"Oh god..." Ms. Pepper could feel an orgasm building deep within her -- she could tell it would be one of her extremely intense, almost violent orgasms. Her legs, still up in the air, began to twitch. Her whole body then began to vibrate, her giant tits jiggling and swaying more and more with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around her son's torso. She began to mumble: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."
"What's that, Bimbo-Mommy? You want your son to fuck you? Harder?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want him to grab onto your giant slut tits for leverage?"
"Whatever he wants." Brian immediately grabbed hold of handfuls of her massive breasts, squeezing them as he continued to pump into her.
"It looks like Bimbo-Mommy is ready to cum."
"Yes! Bimbo-Mommy needs to cum! Fuck Bimbo-Mommy! Fuck my busty little body! Use me however you want, sweetie! You own me! You own these giant tits! You own this tight little pussy! Stupid Bimbo-Mommy is only good for one thing! FUCK MEEEEE!! AHHHHHHH!!"
The orgasm overcame her: Her entire body shuddered and spasmed, her pussy clamping down on her son's cock. He stopped thrusted for a moment and let it happen. She continued to squeal as girl-juice seeped out of her vagina.
As her orgasm subsided, she wrapped her body -- now sweaty and still shuddering slightly -- around her son, and began to kiss him on the neck, face and mouth.
"Bimbo-Mommy loves you so much, sweetie! Thank you for giving me such a wonderful orgasm."
With her legs still wrapped around his back, and her arms wrapped around his neck, it was easy for Brian to lift her entire body off the desk, as he continued to thrust into her horny pussy.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" The mother grunted with each thrust. "Fuck Bimbo-Mommy's little body!" She was bouncing up and down on his cock, clinging to him like an animal clinging to a branch.
Ms. Powers, meanwhile, was taking off the rest of her clothes: her skirt first, then her panties, and finally her bra, revealing her large, E-cup breasts.
"Shake your tits for me," an emboldened Brian said.
Without hesitation, Ms. Powers did just that, bending forward slightly and swaying her upper body back and forth. Brian stared at his super-hot teacher's huge, firm tits.
She smiled at him and said: "I'm used to having the biggest tits in the room, but not with your giant-titted Bimbo-Mommy around."
The mother in question was still bouncing up and down on her son's rock-hard cock, grunting with each bounce. Brian put his hands under her armpits and, as if he were lifting a small child, pulled her off of his cock and into the air. He then twirled her around and pushed her torso and head down onto the desk. Her massive tits squished out to either side. He pushed her head down roughly and entered her from behind. She squealed in a mixture of delight and pain.
"Good, Brian," Ms. Powers said. "Fuck that dumb slut from behind. Grab onto her huge, jiggling butt cheeks." Brian did just that and began to really pound his mother. She thrust out her legs and high heel-clad feet behind her, spreading them to give her son easier access to her pussy.
They were rutting like animals, sweat beading on their bodies, both of them grunting with each thrust. There was no doubt: Brian's airheaded bimbo-slut of a mother was simply made for fucking.
The naked, busty teacher grabbed Brian's head and began to make out with him, running her hands over his chest and down to his thrusted butt. She licked his ear and whispered, "One more position for you two, don't you think? Whichever one you want."
Brian once again grabbed his mother, this time by the waist and in one motion, twirled her around, sat on the edge of the desk and held her in mid-air, just above his twitching cock. Her massive tits swayed hypnotically in front of him, her little, rock-hard nipples thrust out toward him.
"Oh my goodness! You're so strong, baby. Are you going to fuck Bimbo-Mommy again?"
"I think you need to beg for it, Bimbo-Mommy," Ms. Powers said with that mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Beg for your son to make you cum."
Brian's mother cupped her gigantic breasts, presenting them for her son. "Bimbo-Mommy needs to cum again now. Please fuck Bimbo-Mommy? Please fuck your stupid little cunt of a mother? Bimbo-Mommy needs it so bad."
Brian slowly lowered her onto his prick -- Ms. Powers helping to align cock and pussy -- and then pulled her into him. He felt her giant bimbo-tits pressing into his chest as she began to grind her cunt on his cock.
She wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him all over his face, neck and mouth. "Bimbo-Mommy loves you so, so much, sweetie. Bimbo-Mommy is just a stupid fuck-slut who will do anything for her baby boy. Please make Bimbo-Mommy cum?"
She began to slowly bounce up and down on her son's cock, kissing him deeply, alternately moaning and grunting. As her son sped up his thrusts, she threw her head back, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck.
"UHHHHHHH! FEELS SO GOOD!" she screamed.
Again, Ms. Powers whispered in his son's ear: "Don't you think dirty, slutty Bimbo-Mommies need to be choked? It'll intensify her orgasm and teach her a lesson."
Without thinking -- he was so far gone that he would do almost anything his teacher told him to do -- he moved one hand from his mother's huge ass cheek to her neck, just barely squeezing enough to control her.
"YES! CHOKE BIMBO-MOMMY! MAKE ME YOUR FUCK-SLAVE! OH GOD! BIMBO-MOMMY IS GOING TO CUM AGAIN! FUUUUUUCK! UHHHHHHH!"
Brian could feel her cunt spasm around his cock, a frothy mix of pre-cum and girl-juice dripping onto the floor. He was now slamming into her, in complete control of her wildly voluptuous body. Her massive tits bounced up and down, her ass cheeks rippled, her eyes half-rolled back into her head. Soon, her whole body was vibrating and spasming; she had lost all control as the orgasm overtook her. She screamed and screamed for her son to keep fucking her.
It was all too much. Brian got up, holding his mother aloft, and slammed his cock into her, still holding her by one ass cheek and her slim neck. "I'M CUMMING TOO, BIMBO-MOMMY! CUMMING IN YOUR TINY LITTLE PUSSY! FUUUUCK!! CUUUUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGGG!"
Semen shot out of his cock into her waiting vagina; she could feel rope after rope pummeling her cervix. The duo continued to scream in pleasure as Ms. Powers looked on, masturbating with one hand, and groping a huge tit with the other as she watched the culmination of her plans.
Minutes went by as both orgasms intensified, then slowly subsided. Brian eventually pulled his mother off his cock with a popping sound and lowered her to the ground. She stood, wobbly, and leaned her head up to kiss him. They made out like teenagers on a first date, Brian groping her gigantic tits. She whispered "I love you," "thank you for fucking Bimbo-Mommy so hard" and "Bimbo-Mommy will do anything for you, sweetheart."
"Excellent," Ms. Powers said. "I'm so glad you both enjoyed that."
"Bimbo-Mommy loves parent-teacher conferences!" she said in her ditzy little-girl voice. And with that, she dropped to her knees and began once again to suck off her son.