More Than Expected (Closed)

[ForeverIllinois]

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My character:

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Name: Lily Owens
Age: 37
Height: 5'7"
Cup size: 38JJ

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I loved my afternoon routine, the time of the week where I'd drink some tea, read a book and head out to my backyard to swim in my pool. What I loved about it was both the fact that it was relaxing and that this was the easiest way for me to get some cardio exercise without feeling extremely self-conscious and insecure. Don't get me wrong; I wasn't out of shape or anything. Far from it, I was in great health and in excellent shape - this fear was mainly due to the fact that I couldn't deal with the idea of perverted men ogling me as I run through the treadmill.

You might be wondering how this all started - you know, my fear of exercising, or even wearing any form fitting clothes in public. Well, I'll let you in on the secret...it all started after my only child, Julie was born.

So about eighteen years ago, I got pregnant. Julie's father wasn't the most responsible 19 year old and was really quick to abandon me when I told him about it. To give him some credit, he was around for about three months of my pregnancy before bailing on us. But that aside, the strangest thing happened while I was pregnant with my wonderful daughter...my body, or more specially my breasts, changed. Well, that is probably an understatement; my breasts throughout the nine months began to slowly inflate until by the time that my daughter was born, my humble B cup grew to an enormous 38JJ cup. It was a rare condition, seeing as a woman's more likely to get hit by lightning than to experience this. Unfortunately, I won this curse.

...Okay, so curse might be too strong of a word. But look at things from my point of view - whenever I go out of my place, I wear some specially made industrial strength corsets to hide my massive bust (if I didn't, I'd look really lewd in a blouse, for example) along with some loose clothing, whenever possible.

I'd be lying if I told you that I never thought about getting breast reduction surgery. Hell, I thought about it a lot when my daughter was barely a few months old - but after hearing about the potential risks, I decided against it. I didn't want anything, even remotely possible, to jeopardize the childhood of my daughter just because I wasn't comfortable about my appearance. After all, her father left us and I was the only person there for her.

Was I a bit too paranoid about the risks? Probably. But seeing as I already went through something that happens only to about 1 out of a hundred thousand mothers, I figured that the odds weren't on my side. Might as well deal with these two massive orbs with quarter sized pink nipples than deal with the fear that my daughter might be an orphan.

Anyway, I continued doing lapses around the pool, when I could have sworn that I saw somebody off in the distance. When I had looked away, the figure was gone.

Huh.

 

[saedo]

"C'mon, Jacob," Julie teased. "You can hold out a little longer."

I shuddered as her hands slid along my cock, teasing along its swollen thickness. Her efforts were made silky smooth thanks to the bottle of lube next to her lap and the rather substantial amount of precum she'd coaxed out of me during tonight's session. I tried to think unsexy thoughts, but Julie was naked from the waist up and the head of my massive member was currently lodged between her very impressive breasts. "Can't. Hold. It. Much. Longer," I grunted through clenched teeth.

"Okay, okay," Julie acknowledged, shifting position quickly. The slippery surface made it tricky to control, particularly since the mammoth rod was so engorged that she couldn't fully encircle it even using both hands. Still, with practiced experience she managed to aim my cock at her chest moments before a deluge of semen erupted from me.

I collapsed back onto my bed once my shuddering orgasm completed. Julie methodically squeezed out the last bits of cum from my cock before letting the softening monster flop down across my abdomen. She then began massaging the thick gobs into her skin. "Another 90 seconds and you'd have beaten your old record," she grinned.

I smiled wanly up at her, too winded to reply. As I lay back against the pillows propping me up, I thought again of the inexplicably fortuitous path that my life had taken to bring me to this strange - but thoroughly delightful - relationship.

Julie Owens and I had been neighbors as long as I could remember and friends from about time we started kindergarten together. For the roughly the first decade of our lives, if we weren't splashing around the pool in her backyard, we were racing around amongst the trees in mine. While our social circles started to diverge as we entered middle school, but we remained close friends at home.

Things took an unexpected turn some time back. Julie - always a bit more assertive than me - had turned to me out of the blue and asked to see my dick. Had it been any other girl, I probably would have balked, but this was Julie. Plus, she offered to let me see her boobs in exchange. Granted, Julie's bosom barely rivaled a pair of mosquito bites at the time, but when one of the most no devastatingly beautiful girls makes such an offer to an awkward looking swim geek, you do not turn it down.

Julie would eventually escalate our intimacy by giving me the first of what would prove to be many, many hand jobs. My friend had it in her head that her diminutive décolletage could be improved with regular, topical application of fresh semen. Even I thought it a ridiculous notion, but I was again in no great hurry to turn such opportunity away. (Plus, Julie's personality is not one easily swayed; absent great resistance, she tends to get her way.)

Bizarrely, her crazy notion also seemed to work. After we began our regular sessions, her breasts did indeed to grow. Now logic and reason would suggest that she just had a late growth spurt and that our activities were purely coincidental. Just don't try telling Julie that. She remained firmly convinced her home remedy explained why her barely there chest would eventually become the largest in school.

Julie wasn't the only one who changed, either. My slender member would eventually become a hulking monstrosity thicker than her forearm. Naturally, Julie took full credit for that as well.

Despite this rather significant physical intimacy, we never progressed to anything more serious. Certainly I expressed my eager willingness to do so on many, many occasions, but Julie always refused in deference to her mother. Ms. Owens had gotten pregnant with Julie in high school and regarded it as an immature mistake that she preferred her daughter not repeat. To that end, she'd made Julie swear to remain a virgin until after high school before Julie was even a teenager. While an older Julie now regarded her mother as an overly cautious stick-in-the-mud, she resolutely stuck to her word.

By proxy, this also meant my own sexual experience had been similarly curtailed. When the hottest girl in school is regularly fondling your equipment, there's little incentive to seek out alternatives. Plus, even though my swim geek efforts had matured me into a somewhat hunky physique that did attract the occasional appreciative female glance, Julie had subtly made it clear to the other girls that I can was off-limits. (Like I said, she tends to get her way.)

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I glanced over at Julie's endowments as she began packing them away into her bra. "That looks a little snug," I observed.

Julie nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I've gone up another cup size. Mom's gonna be ticked that I need new bras again."

"You must be getting close to stopping," I mused. "I mean, I think the other cheerleaders combined couldn't match you."

She flashed me a quick smile, but shook her head. "No, not yet. I want to be at least as big as Mom first."

I furrowed my brow in confusion . "Your mom is curvy, sure, but you're already a bit bigger than she is, aren't you?"

My neighbor smirked and wagged her index finger at me. " Mom only looks like she's about my size. But I like to show off my boobs; she doesn't like the attention. So while I wear cute bras and tight sweaters, all her stuff is frumpy and boring to shrink and conceal what's she's got."

Julie snickered, then added, "You ought to see her in her new bikini." Julie extended her hands multiple inches beyond her own prodigious chest. "She's fucking huuuuuuge."

I pondered this incongruous collection of details and furrowed my brow further. Ms. Owens was definitely pretty, so you could see where Julie got her looks. I also really couldn't remember seeing her in anything but boring clothes - the usual soccer mom wardrobe. Still, was Julie being honest or just pulling my leg? (Figuratively, that is; she'd done plenty of the literal.)

The part about the bikini prompted me to counter, "But that doesn't make sense. When has your mom ever needed something like that? I've been over to your house a million times. Your mom never wears swimsuits. She's never even gotten in the pool."

Again the wagging finger. "That just means she never goes swimming when someone might see her. She goes swimming almost every day, but only after sundown."" Julie shrugged. "You should see her; she's a good swimmer."

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Julie's words stuck with me. Envisioning the reality she'd described boggled the mind. Surely she'd been exaggerating. Surely she had. But what if she wasn't?

Eventually I accepted that I had no recourse but to investigate for myself. That evening, I crossed the fence into the Owens' yard. I wore a swimsuit; since I'd spent half my childhood in their pool, I thought it'd make a good explanation for my presence. No one doubt me if I claimed to have come over to swim laps.

But as I neared the pool, I heard splashing. Julie had gone out with her friends to the movies, so it couldn't be her. Could it really be Ms. Owens? I crept closer to see.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

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I glanced the area around the pool, all the while kicking my feel against the lukewarm water. I was careful, knowing that it was possible that Julie came home by our backyard and brought some friends over. So, I was sure to keep my torso underneath the water as my eyes went over my surroundings. After a few minutes, I sighed in relief and continued my relaxing swim around the pool.

"Must be all in my mind..." I thought to myself, slowly bringing my mind back to swimming a few laps. I swam on my stomach, sticking my butt out while I tested how fast I could go from one end to another.

As I swam and did my cardio, my mind began to wander as it often did during my free time.

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"UGH! I GET IT MOM! STOP!" Julie said, slamming the door behind her (after going into her room in a huff). This happened about three months ago when we had our little chats when it came whether she could have a boyfriend or not. I chuckled at my daughter's tantrum, knowing that this was about the hundredth time I told her no, that she was way too young for that and why she shouldn't (namely, by telling her about her deadbeat father). While I had good arguments, Julie couldn't stand it - I knew my daughter well and knew how badly she hated being told what to do. Even if it was for her own good.

Of course, I know that Julie could go against my word and get a boyfriend and well...you know, do the hanky panky. But as stubborn as Julie is, she is true to her word - years ago when she promised that she would save herself for marriage, she pretty much sealed her fate. These talks that we would have were just her way on trying to get me to 'repeal' on her promise.

As if I would let that happen. Julie probably got her stubbornness from me.

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I slowed down with my laps and snapped out of my daydream. Holding onto the edge of the pool, I thought that maybe I could ease up on Julie's promise. She was a responsible eighteen year old...and maybe I was being a stick-in-the-mud.

Then again, eighteen year old boys typically weren't as responsible as my daughter...

Well, I'd think about it a bit more later. For now, I just wanted to relax.

Confident that the noises that I heard earlier were nothing, I decided to float on my back. That said, my mammoth breasts came up with my torso, looking like giant flotation aids glistening in the light. I tried to look up, but chuckled at the sight of my breasts encased in my pink bikini top, now obstructing my view. I rested my head on the water and simply allowed my body to float...

 

[saedo]

I kept low to the ground and duck-walked my way towards the pool. I didn't want to be spotted. It took me nearly 10 minutes to get to the low wooden safety fence at the perimeter.

I cautiously peeked over the top. There was indeed a swimmer in the pool. The person was facedown in the water, but the long hair and pink bikini made clear it was female. The distortion of the water made it difficult to make out her figure, so I couldn't tell if Julie's story was true. Still, the hair definitely seemed like Ms. Owens.

After a dozen more laps, I could see she was a strong swimmer. She at last paused at the end of the pool. Instead of starting another freestyle lap, she pushed off onto her back.

Out of the water rose the most incredible breasts I'd ever seen. Having watched Julie's bloom into the gorgeous pair she had, I knew a thing or two about great tits. The glorious orbs were simply beyond comparison.

I nearly yelped in amazement. Fortunately, I managed to duck down below the fence and clap a hand over my mouth. "Holy shit," I whispered into my palm. "She is fucking huuuuuge."

I peeked back over the fence and watched her float for a few minutes. God, it was unreal how amazing her breasts were. What would they feel like? I bet they'd feel great wrapped around my cock.

These and other masturbatory fantasies kept me going for a while. But eventually even I recognized that I was being creepy. Hiding in the shadows, staring at a woman, a massive erection in my shorts. What, was I going to go jerk off in the bushes like some pervert next?

I ducked down below the fence. Lurking here was creepy, so I needed to stop. But I really didn't want to walk away.

But did I really have to walk away? What if I didn't? What if I walked towards her?

Yes, it might just work. I came over all the time to use the pool. Never at night, of course, but that was only because I usually swam in the morning. No one had ever said I could only use the pool in the day. I just never had. But I could just say tonight I just felt like it. Yes, that might work.

I spent a couple minutes willing my erection into submission. I don't know if Julie deserved full credit for my size, but her regimen had substantially improved my self-control. Julie thought that my cum was more potent if my orgasm was delayed; consequently, we'd worked a lot on maintaining my arousal without climaxing. Turning down my arousal so that I didn't get hard just meant reversing the process.

Once I got my boner to fade, I snuck away from the fence. I then began to walk towards the pool as I normally did. I heard a splash as Ms. Owens turned to face my approach. I waved as soon as I saw her, doing my best to act naturally. "Oh hey, Ms. Owens. I just came by to use the pool. I didn't know you would be out here. I don't think I've ever seen you go swimming before. How's the water?"

 

[ForeverIllinois]

Unsuspecting about my surroundings, I swam around peacefully in my pool. I wiggled my float as I floated in the water and I was about to give myself about ten more minutes before heading back inside to dry myself up and drink my cup of coffee. It was getting pretty dark and I wanted to be home, if my daughter was coming early (she normally went over her friends on Friday nights). I was about to kick my way to the edge of the pool. That is, until I caught the movement of someone in the backyard.

I quickly flipped from my back to swimming in place. I then recognized the figure now standing close to the edge of the pool. It was Julie's best (or oldest friend, it was hard to keep up with the terms she used) friend; Jacob.

"Oh hey, Ms. Owens. I just came by to use the pool. I didn't know you would be out here. I don't think I've ever seen you go swimming before. How's the water?"

"Oh my god, Jacob!" I said in a panic, making sure to cover my body in as much water of the pool as possible. "I- I didn't see you there. When did you get here?" I added anxiously, trying to figure a way out of this.

The reason why I was panicking, is because I did my best to hide my chest from all people in Julie's life. She was a bit self-conscious about her chest and that was mainly because of me; she always felt...small, and asked me how I got this big. As if I knew some secret method that she didn't know about. That said, I didn't want any of her friends to know or well, ogle me.

That's when I thought, hey maybe I could say that I was about to get out of the pool? That wasn't that big of a lie.

"Oh and while you're there Jacob, can you hand me over the towel? It's right there next to you, by the chair...I was about to hop out."

Of course this plan would fall apart if Jacob decided to swim instead but what were the odds of that?

 

[saedo]

The closer I got, the larger Ms. Owens chest loomed. I tried not to stare too much, but my eyes were drawn to her magnificent orbs.

"Oh, I just got here," I lied. No reason for her to know I'd been spying on her for several minutes. "I just had a ton of energy, so I thought I'd burn it off in the pool. I guess you had the same idea."

Oh and while you're there Jacob, can you hand me over the towel? It's right there next to you, by the chair...I was about to hop out."

No, that wouldn't do. I didn't want Ms. Owens and her magnificent rack wandering away so soon. I pretended I simply didn't hear her.

"Thanks for letting me join you," I declared before hopping into the water. I bent my knees and let myself sink underwater. I stood up and slicked my hair back. "Water feels good."

"So how long have you been swimming here after sundown?" I inquired, paddling nearer to Ms. Owens. "You never even got in the water when Julie and I splashed around as kids all those summer days."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Thanks for letting me join you," he said, ignoring my request for my towel. "No Wait, I - " I tried to protest when I saw him get closer to the water and quickly hopping in, the water moving now and making me attempt to sink in lower, although at this point that wasn't very possible. "Water feels good."

He slowly swam in closer to me, making me quickly run out out on space to swim away from him. I needed to think of a way of politely telling me that I didn't want to swim anymore. I know, I could have put my foot down when he jumped in; it was my pool after all. But my daughter, if she found out, would give me attitude because of how close these two were. I wanted to avoid that, if possible.

"So how long have you been swimming here after sundown?" he said, paddling closer and practically pushing me onto a corner from how I was trying to move away still "You never even got in the water when Julie and I splashed around as kids all those summer days."

"Oh you know, I prefer to have the pool to myself..." I replied with an anxious laugh "...and I'm not that good of a swimmer, so I'm a bit tired out. I should probably get that towel."

 

[saedo]

I'm not that good of a swimmer, so I'm a bit tired out. I should probably get that towel.

I kept my forward momentum, drifting closer to Ms. Owens. "Oh, I think you are far too modest, Ms. Owens. You seemed like you had a strong stroke."

By now, I was only a few feet away. Ms. Owens had backed up against the edge of the pool, so she couldn't really move away from me any further. Not without climbing out of the pool, at any rate.

"Besides, you certainly look to be in excellent shape, Ms. Owens, " I continued. I looked down her body. Once you got past her huge breasts, Ms. Owens had a slender waist that flared into round hips. Her abs were nice and toned, much like her thighs. "You must work out quite a bit."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Oh, I think you are far too modest, Ms. Owens. You seemed like you had a strong stroke."


"Um...thanks..." I answered back nervously, feeling my butt bump against the edge of the pool. With Jacob coming in closer to me, it was only a matter of time before his eyes could focus on my breasts. What could I do? Well, something that I could do without arousing suspicion.

"Besides, you certainly look to be in excellent shape, Ms. Owens, " he continued, his eyes trailing all over my body. I don't think he could really see my breasts, at least not the way that I was submerged in the water "You must work out quite a bit."

"Yeah, I do work out a lot." I replied nervously, watching as Jacob came closer and closer. He was about two feet away when I thought 'Fuck, he's coming closer. What can I do? Maybe if I tell him to leave? No, that would make me seem like a total bitch for no reason. What if.."

And then as he swam closer, I backed up more - forgetting that I was already on the edge. I felt my shoulders press against the wall of the pool and my breasts come up with me - they almost pushed Jacob away as he swam even closer and were practically touching Jacob's chest when he stopped and his eyes immediately could look down and watch my massive 38JJ cup breasts dripping in a wet bikini.

 

[saedo]

Ms. Owens put her elbows on the edge of the pool. I suspect she might have been subconsciously bracing herself by putting her hands on the concrete rim.

However, putting her arms up like that also brought her torso up and forward. Her breasts rose out of the water, like a pair of great sea creatures rising from the depths.

Close as I was, her breasts came within a couple inches of my chest. I almost stepped forward so that they would, but I thought that might be too aggressive. I didn't want to offend her.

Standing so close, I could see that Julie shared more than just a top-heavy hourglass figure with her mother. Julie had some of the most naturally rude nipples I'd ever seen. Though she wouldn't let me touch her below the waist, I often got to play with her breasts; consequently, I was intimately familiar with them. Even when unaroused, Julie's nipples were thick enough to be seen through any light clothing. Ms. Owens' were equally visible. I wondered if they got just as fat and long as Julie's when they got hard.

Thinking of chests, I decided to get her thinking about mine. "Actually, perhaps you can give me some advice, Ms. Owens." I pointed to my pecs, both hard planes of muscle from my years of swimming.

"Obviously I shave my chest during the swim season because every bit of water resistance counts for competition. I keep doing it in the off season, too - mostly out of habit, I suppose. But Julie says that I should grow it out because girls like a guy with chest hair. What do you think?"

 

[ForeverIllinois]

I stayed there for a while, leaning against the edge of the pool. It was the first time in years that I had a guy near my breasts like this - hell, not one guy (not that I knew of) knew about my massive chest. Here Jacob was, standing close and staring; I wondered what he was thinking? Was he surprised to see my figure? Did he like it? Was he uncomfortable now? So many thoughts like this and more were coursing through my head. So, I guess you can say that I was relieved when he made no strange comment, but instead asked me for some advice.

"Actually, perhaps you can give me some advice, Ms. Owens." he said, pointing towards his chest.

I stared for a bit and saw that his chest was actually really well defined. I am ashamed to say that I actually found it really appealing; I wasn't used to being around fit guys, or at least not in this kind of environment. So, I stared and listened to him:

"Obviously I shave my chest during the swim season because every bit of water resistance counts for competition. I keep doing it in the off season, too - mostly out of habit, I suppose. But Julie says that I should grow it out because girls like a guy with chest hair. What do you think?"

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him in the eye. "Well...um, I don't know too much about this but - " before my hand slowly touched him on his pecs "I personally don't like guys with hair on their chests. I feel like it's messy. See, something like yours is pretty good. I say keep it the way it is."

Wait, what was I doing?

I slowly slipped my hand away and chuckle. "So yeah, personally I'd say to keep it the way it is."

 

[saedo]

I felt a twinge in my groin as Ms. Owens put her palm on my chest. Being this close to such an incredible woman was very stimulating. I wasn't going to be able to resist letting my arousal get physical for long.

"So yeah, personally I'd say to keep it the way it is."

Ms. Owens took her hand away, but I caught her wrist. "You really think so?" I said, pulling her palm back to my chest. "Well, if you like it that way, then I'll keep doing it."

I took a half step forward, closing the gap between us. Now the pink fabric of her bikini actually brushed my chest just a short distance from where her hand rested."You know, for what it's worth Ms. Owens, I think you should dress like this more often. You have an incredible body." I ogled her breasts again. "I certainly would like to see more of it."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

As I pulled my hand away, he grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his chest, almost forcefully so. I wasn't about to complain - the fact that I was with a man so close to me like this brought emotions that I pushed away for so long back. Don't get me wrong, I knew that I had to get away but... "You really think so? Well, if you like it that way, then I'll keep doing it."

Was he flirting with me? Was I flirting with him?

What was I supposed to say at a situation like this?

"G-Glad to hear it, Jacob." I replied anxiously but then gasped when he moved in closer to me. I could feel my breasts just slightly grazing his chest now and my body nearly pinned to the wall. I needed to get out of here before Julie saw us and got the wrong idea.

Wait, where was she?

I snapped out my thoughts, just as Jacob looked over my body. With his gaze fixated on my breasts, he said: "You know, for what it's worth Ms. Owens, I think you should dress like this more often. You have an incredible body." I ogled her breasts again. "I certainly would like to see more of it."

What do I say to something like that? It's obvious that he was enjoying the view of my breasts right now; he was probably enjoying how they moved now with my heavy breathing, raising and falling with each breath I took. "You really think so?" I said, a slight chuckle escaping my lips as I copied him for about a minute ago Well, if you like it that way, then I'll keep doing it."

Please don't judge me too much for that. It has been eighteen years and I only had to go through this tension once, and that was with Julie's father in one single occasion. But this was only flirting - sure, it was wrong seeing as Jacob was my daughter's best friend but there was nothing too disturbing about it.

Right?

 

[saedo]

Ms. Owens seemed a little uneasy as I entered her personal space, but her eyes lit up as I talked about much I liked her body. A smile crossed her lips as she parroted my words back to me. Well, if you like it that way, then I'll keep doing it."

I smiled back at her. I didn't have much experience flirting - Julie saw to that - but I was pretty sure that's what Ms. Owens was up to. It seemed a little unexpected that I'd get that kind of reaction from her; Julie always complained that her mother lived like a nun. I'd think Ms. Owens just wouldn't be interested in that sort of thing.

Of course, Julie wasn't that different. Publicly, she was about as goody two-shoes as you could find. Despite having every guy in school - and probably more than a few of the girls - ask her out, she always declined. You'd think she had little interest in sex. But at most every private session with me, she'd complain about how badly she wanted to have sex. Perhaps she and her mother were just the same: publicly behaving as if they didn't care about sex, but privately craving the exact opposite.

I decided to push my luck. "Well, if you really mean that, Ms. Owens," I began, placing a hand on her left shoulder, "then I think you should." I slid my hand closer to her neck. "In fact, why not show off a little more?" I slid a couple fingers underneath the bikini strap where it looped over her shoulder and gave it a gentle tug; not enough to dislodge the strap, but enough for her to feel it. "Why not do it right now?"

 

[ForeverIllinois]

I cannot stress this enough, I felt as if I was doing something incredibly wrong for just being in the pool with Jacob - especially with him being so close to my body like this. I didn't know what I was doing, flirting with a man who was the age of my daughter. I wondered if he knew what he was doing, practically pinning me to the edge of the pool. But if that look in his eyes were any indication, I'd say that he was pretty pleased with the situation right now.

God, help me.

"Well, if you really mean that, Ms. Owens," he began, his hand slowly coming to my left shoulder. I nearly gasped, feeling his unexpected touch, and feeling his hand slowly move to my neck "In fact, why not show off a little more?"

Just what did he mean by that? I felt that already I was wearing something revealing enough. I was lost in these thoughts, watching his gaze with my lips just barely apart, my heart racing and anxiety pretty much holding my body in place like a doe between headlights. I didn't snap out until I felt a slight tug on my bikini top -

"Why not do it right now?"

Was he asking me to remove my bikini top?

"I...I think that I'm revealing quite a bit already, Jacob." I said with a chuckle, trying to regain my composure; fighting off this slight arousal that I was feeling "Don't you think? I mean I am in a bikini."

 

[saedo]

"I...I think that I'm revealing quite a bit already, Jacob. Don't you think? I mean I am in a bikini."

Her words suggested she was trying to brush me off, but her tone said otherwise. It sounded more like Julie when she was cajoling me into doing something she wanted. Like mother, like daughter, right?

"But that suit looks so snug on you," I countered. "See?" I tugged more firmly on the pink shoulder strap. The corresponding cup of her bikini pressed into her flesh of her breast for a brief moment. "Why not get truly comfortable?"

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"But that suit looks so snug on you," he answered back "See?"

He tugged again on the pink strap, making me gasp at how adamant he was being with this. As he pulled on it, I could feel the material press against my breast more; rubbing against my nipples. 'No, no, no...' I thought to myself, biting on my tongue to fight that feeling of arousal that I was getting from all of this.

"Why not get truly comfortable?"

"I..." I said, fighting that feeling coursing through my veins. "I don't know..."


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I don't know how he convinced me, or if he's the one who did it while I was lost in these thoughts. All I know is that after not too long, I felt my bikini top being undone. I watched his reaction as the top floated and how my breasts jutted towards him; my hefty orbs free and my quarter sized pink nipples semi-erect, just slightly touching his chest.

Oh my god...

 

[saedo]

I'm not sure how much of what happened was truly my doing. I mean, I've toyed with Julie's swimsuits before and they don't come undone with a couple tugs. Maybe Ms. Owens really was wearing a bikini too small for her.

At any rate, one minute her bikini was there. The next minute, a wall of boobs was bouncing off my chest.

"Oh my," I declared, slightly stunned by the result. But I wasn't about to back away from the result.

My hands reached up and cupped each breast. Julie's were way more than a handful, but her mother's made me look like I was trying to palm a basketball in each hand.

"I should probably apologize, Ms. Owens," I murmured quietly. "But I won't. Your breasts are too incredible."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Oh my,"

I watched as Jacob's hands moved towards me, but I felt powerless to stop him. A soft gasp escaped my lips when I felt his hands cup both breasts; his hands not being able to cover the surface. I bit my bottom lip, feeling an excruciating excitement; something so awful that I didn't want it to corrupt my mind. This was my daughter's friend!

"I should probably apologize, Ms. Owens," I murmured quietly "But I won't. Your breasts are too incredible."

With heavy breathing, I answered "A-Ah...T-Thank you, Jacob." watching his gaze and how his hands held my heavy breasts "You shouldn't apologize. This...This feels pretty good."

 

[saedo]

"You shouldn't apologize. This...This feels pretty good."

I grinned at her. Like mother, like daughter. Julie was very strict about any below the waist contact; she was bound and determined to not to violate her purity pledge. She would, however, let me fondle her tits. Judging by Ms. Owens reactions, Julie's mother was equally sensitive.

I slid my hands up to palm her areolae. Her fat nipples began to harden against my hands, becoming as impressively immense as her breasts.

I couldn't resist doing more. I lifted her left breast up and opened my mouth wide. I clamped down on as much of her areola as I could fit in my mouth as my tongue tickled the thick nipple. After a time, I narrowed my focus, sucking on the nipple like an oversized pacifier. When I let it pop free, the nipple was a third again as engorged than its unsucked twin.

Her nipples weren't the only thing getting hard. Time to get some attention for me. "Why don't you take off my swim trunks," I suggested. "I want to feel good, too."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Oooh..." I moaned when his hands touched my nipples, with me squirming against both his hips and the edge of the pool. All those thoughts of caution and anxiety began to slip away, as I began to melt into this feelings of arousal and pleasure. I forgot about my daughter, at least at this instant, and how Jacob was her friend.

That panic came back, if only for a moment when he began to bring my massive tit to his mouth. "J-Jacob, I don't know about thi- Ah..Ah...Ah!" I said, trying not to moan (and failing at that) when I felt his wet tongue on my thick nipple. I listened to the sexy noises of his mouth, sucking on my large pink nipples

*SUCKLE SUCKLE SUCKLE*​

and to the sound my own labored breathing. He paused, long enough to stare at my face and to say: "Why don't you take off my swim trunks, I want to feel good, too."

"A-As long as you keep doing this...oh god..." I said, almost whimpering when he stopped. My hands went to his hips as I slowly pulled on his trunks...my hands going inside and feeling a huge, fat cock.

"Oh my god..." I groaned as my hand tried to grab as much of it as it could.

 

[saedo]

"Oh my god..."

I couldn't resist a grin of pride as Ms. Owens mouth gaped in surprise as she found my swelling cock. At half-mast, it was already too much for her to grip one-handed.

Ms. Owens pushed down my trunks as she traced the length of the shaft, marveling at its size the whole time. Freed from its confines, it began to expand upward and outward. Soon the helm was bumping up against her boobs from below.

Of course, now I had to hope that it wasn't too much for her. Julie had been fondling my cock for years, but even she had expressed concerns about it. "If you get much thicker, Jacob, you might be too big to fuck," she'd teased. Or at least, I'd hoped she was teasing . . . .

I continued sucking on Ms. Owens nipples. She really seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps if I got her sufficiently turned on, she'd reciprocate in kind.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Ooh...ahh..." I moaned as he continued to suck on my nipples like that - it was almost painful how hard my nipples were getting but at the same time, that thing he was doing with his tongue made it so worth it. My hand continued to play with his hard dick, now so enlarged that it was pressing against the underside of my breasts. Maybe that was the reason that I suggested this:

"Y-You know..." I said in between moans "I can massage this with my breasts, if you want." grabbing his dick with my hands.

Of course, this would be the first time that I ever did this. Julie's father once suggested for me to titfuck him, but that's when my breasts were much more modest and I never followed through with his suggestion. Maybe I could with Jacob...

 

[saedo]

"I can massage this with my breasts, if you want."

I considered her offer. It felt good to have her hands on my cock. I was eagerly swelling, pushing her fingers further apart.

But I'd been getting fondled by Julie for years. I liked it, of course. But I wanted more.

"No," I groaned. "I. . . ." I trailed off thinking again of Julie. What if she was right?

"Ju-." I stopped short. Probably best not to disclose that I had a weird, intimate relationship with her daughter.

"The last girl I was with thought I might be too big. I want you to tell me if she's right." I swallowed. In for a penny, in for a pound. "And if she's wrong, I want you to fuck me."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

Jacob seemed a bit conflicted - I was surprised, given how he was taking control of this situation since he jumped into the pool. That's when he began muttering about something, eventually being clear and telling me:

"The last girl I was with thought I might be too big. I want you to tell me if she's right. And if she's wrong, I want you to fuck me."

I swallowed my own saliva out of anxiety. He wanted to fuck me. Julie's mother. He wanted to be the first guy I've been with in over eighteen years. Oh my god, what do I say to something like that? This...this was more than I was expecting. I...

"I..." I began, anxious as I've ever been "I want you to show me. If it's not too big, I'll fuck you. If it's too big, I want you to fuck me anyway."

Was I really going to have sex with Jacob?

I...I really wanted to.