A Special Morning with Busty Mommy Ch. 02

Chapter 02: Ms. Donovan's Plan

PART II: LATER THAT MORNING

A quick note: My stories aren't for everyone. If you don't like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word "mommy" in a sexual context), totally unrealistic scenarios, or extended foreplay, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! Vote and leave a comment if you want. If you don't like them, go elsewhere. Thanks. (All characters are over 18 years old.)

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After their epic fuck session, Brian and his mother had fallen asleep, their naked bodies, sweaty from all that rutting, entwined on his bed. He woke up an hour later and found his mother gone. He looked over at his clock: it read 9:30. All of that fucking so early in the day had left him parched and very hungry.

He threw on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and headed down to the kitchen. There, facing away from him at the sink scrubbing dishes, was his mother. She appeared to be ready for one of her tennis lessons. When she and her husband had divorced - inexplicably, from Brian's perspective - he had left her with a very sizable settlement. She never needed to work again and had started to fill her days with athletics, keeping her small but voluptuous body tight and a little muscular. Her other activities, Brian had just found out, included regular and very intense masturbation sessions. And lots and lots of orgasms.

She had put on one of her white tennis skirts, which reached only a bit of the way down her thighs. Her thick ass pushed it outward in the back. She was barefoot and he lingered a bit to admire her adorable little feet and lithe legs. The way the light streamed in from the window above the sink, her skirt became translucent. He could see she wasn't wearing any underwear.

On top, she wore a tight white spandex top, the outline of her red sports bra, stretched to its limit, just visible beneath it. Brian could see her massive tits poking out from either side of her torso, shaking from side to side with her scrubbing motion. His cock was already rock-hard, simply from the view.

He spotted some butter out on the kitchen table. Unceremoniously, he pulled down his boxers; out popped his cock, which was at about half-hardness. He took some butter in his hand and began to rub it, bringing his penis to a rock-hard state. Without saying a word, he walked up behind his mother and flipped her skirt up over her bulbous ass. She gasped, but didn't turn around.

She was so short that he needed to hoist her up slightly to align their genitals; he tilted her pelvis up, so that her big ass stuck out even more, and then slowly entered her, feeding his butter-slickened cock into her pussy. She allowed him to manipulate her busty little body at his will. I'm my son's fuck toy, she thought.

"UUUUHHHH...SHIIIIIT," she moaned, but still didn't turn around. "So goooood. Squeeze my big tits, baby," she panted.

He reached up with one hand and over her tight top, began to grope a huge breast, mixing in squeezes and tweaks of her nipple. She continued to moan and breathe faster and faster. With the other hand, he reached around and began to massage her clitoris.

"AAAAHHHHH!" God, he couldn't believe how easy it was to turn her on.

She was now completely off the ground, positioned on the edge of the sink, her hands holding her up, her massive breasts cantilevered over the piled-up dishes. As he continued to grope and masturbate his tiny mother, her legs, which shot out behind him in mid-air, began to twitch and shiver. He moved his hands from her huge teat and engorged clit and, grabbing her tiny waist, began to slam into her, her big ass rippling with each entry.

"FUUUUCK! UH! UH! UH! UH!," she grunted as he thrust into her again and again. It was obvious it wasn't going to take long. She began to moan and shudder. "Here comes another one, baby! Mommy is going to cum again!" Her voice crescendoed. "DON'T STOP FUCKING YOUR MOMMY! CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR BIG PENIS! CUUUUMMMMMIIIIIING!!"

Now the young mother's entire body was twitching and spasming, her legs shaking wildly, her tits, though contained by her tight top, swaying back and forth, her hair hanging over her flushed face, which he could only catch glimpses off since she faced away from him.

Her panting finally slowed as he continued to fuck his epically voluptuous but tiny mother. She turned her head toward him, her dark hair falling sexily over her flushed face. She grunted with each thrust.

"God, sweetie - UH! I can't believe how hard you still are - UH! Would you cum on Mommy's face? UH! Ejaculate all over me? Pretty - UH! - please?"

He couldn't turn down an offer like that. He spun her body around and pulled her tight, busty little body into his. He pressed his mouth onto hers. She kissed him passionately, sucking his lips and moaning into him. They made out wordlessly for a few minutes, feeling up each others swollen, horny bodies. He groped her big, jiggling ass, as she stroked his big hard-on. He pulled on her nipples through her top and squeezed her clothed breasts vigorously. She licked his ears, his neck, his mouth.

She pulled back and looked at him sheepishly. She bit her lip and twisted her top-heavy body.

"I love you, sweetie. I love you so much."

He kissed her again and then gently eased her onto her knees. Staring up at him with those bright green eyes framed by her gorgeous, slim face and her dark hair cascading around it, she whispered in her little-girl voice: "Do you want to cum on me now?" He stared down at her; her massive breasts were busting out of that spandex top, tit-flesh oozing from the top. He could see her rigid nipples poking through.

"Take it off." They were the first words he had spoken to her since he had found her in the kitchen. He began to stroke his throbbing prick.

Without hesitation - hurriedly, in fact - she tore off her top and the sports bra beneath. She cupped her huge tits, presenting them for her son's pleasure.

"Here they are, sweetie. My big breasts. Do you like them? Are they big enough for you? For you to come on? Please cum on my face and breasts, sweetheart. I need to feel your hot cum. Please, sweetie? Cum for your Mommy."

That did it. "OH GOD, MOMMY!!" he cried, as his cock began to spurt. Huge ropes of cum thrashed her face - first a volley of three that criss-crossed her gorgeous features, then a succession of quick spurts that splattered her neck and huge tits. She groaned with each one, and, clearly to her own shock, started moaning as yet another orgasm welled up within her.

"Oh my god!" she yelled, as her son's huge cock continued to coat her with hot cum. "I'm, I'm gonna have another orgasm!" Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing. His own mother, his sexy, incredibly horny little mother, was having an orgasm without even touching herself, just from feeling his cum on her skin.

"FUUUUCK!! CUUUUMIIIING AGAAAIIIIN!" she shrieked.

Soon, they were both done. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, panting for air. He made it to the nearest kitchen chair and he, too, collapsed. They both sat there for a few minutes, catching their breath.

Then the phone rang.

The gorgeous, top-heavy mother slowly got to her feet, picked up her bra and top and walked over to the phone. Brian couldn't keep his eyes off of her as her tiny-but-stacked body swished and jiggled. His cum still coated her face and dripped slowly off her magnificent chest. She used the top to wipe off her face, though left her breasts soaked.

She picked up the phone.

"Hello? Oh, hello, Ms. Donovan."

Brian smiled. Ms. Donovan was one of his teachers from school. He had been expecting this call, and knew what would come next.

"Yes," his mother said, staring down at her cum-covered body, "he's right here. We were just - um, talking." She look at her son and smiled a sheepish smile. She paused, listening to the teacher. "I see. Well, I thought school was off today. Mm-hm. I see. I'm sure we can manage that. Ok, fine. I'll check my email and we'll see you in an hour. Ok. Goodbye, Ms. Donovan."

She hung up her phone and turned to her son.

"That was your sex-ed teacher, sweetheart. I thought school was off today, but apparently there's a special class, and she wants me to come in for it. She said I should look at my email for some special instructions." Seeing him grin, she added, "Do you know anything about this?"

"A little. We're going to have a fun day, Mommy."

"Hm," she said uncertainly.

"You should check that email and then take a shower," Brian said, still grinning. His mother grabbed some paper towel, continuing to wipe her son's cum off her body, then jiggled her little body into the next room to her computer. After a minute or two, from the other room, Brian heard his mother reaction to the email: "Oh my goodness."

Just thinking about what was soon to come, his cock began to grow once more.

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After wolfing down a quick breakfast, Brian was back upstairs in his bedroom. Listening to his mother take a shower down the hall, he thought back on his talk earlier that week with Ms. Donovan. She was the school's new sex-ed teacher and, boy, was she suited to the task.

At only 22, just out of college, Ms. Donovan was just a few years older than her students. But she didn't look like most of those students. If not for his insanely sexy mother, she would have dominated Brian's sexual thoughts.

Unlike his mother, Ms. Donovan was fairly tall - 5'8" or so. Her 3-inch heels brought her to a bit over Brian's height. She wore her long blonde hair in a bun and generally dressed fairly conservatively - white blouses covered by tailored jackets, pencil skirts. She was also gorgeous: Tanned skin, long, muscular legs, and large breasts. Every boy in her class was obsessed with her, and Brian was no exception, despite having an even beautiful and voluptuous woman in his own home.

Almost a week earlier, Ms. Donovan had asked Brian to stay after class. Until then, the senior-class sex ed class had been a typical one, covering the basics of human anatomy and reproduction.

"Brian, don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just need to ask you a few questions," she said. She sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her smooth legs just a couple of feet from his face. He couldn't help but to stare at her chest - her breasts bulged out of her top, straining the button on her blouse. He looked up at her face and blushed when he realized she had caught him looking. She smiled.

"Um, sure, Ms. Donovan, whatever you need."

"Brian, the other day, as I was arriving at school, I noticed a woman dropping you off." Indeed, his mother would occasionally drop him off at school when she needed to use the car for shopping and the gym. "Was that your mother?"

"Yes, Ms. Donovan."

"I see. Well, as I'm sure you're aware, she's very, very beautiful."

The boy shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"Yes, she is, Ms. Donovan."

"She also has very unusual proportions, don't you think?"

"Yes, Ms. Donovan. I've... um, noticed that."

"What have you noticed, Brian? Specifically."

Well, she's very... short."

"Yes, that's true. An extremely petite woman. What else?"

"She's very... um, curvy."

"Indeed. In fact, I'd call that an understatement. Brian, you may have noticed that I'm fairly big in the bust." To the boy's surprise, she cupped her substantial breasts in her hands, hoisting them up slightly. "I wear a 34DDD bra. That's large, of course. But your mother is much, much bigger, isn't she, Brian?"

The teen's face was red-hot, and his penis rock-hard.

"Yes, ma'am."

She let go of her breasts and stood up. She walked over to Brian and began to run her fingers through his hair. "If I had to guess, Brian, I'd say she was at least a K cup. Maybe a J. Maybe bigger. Brian, does that turn you on? Do you like very, very big breasts?"

He was trembling. "Yes, Ms. Donovan."

"Well that's understandable for a boy your age." She smiled. "We've been talking a lot about masturbation in class. Do you masturbate regularly, Brian?"

"Yes, ma'am. A lot."

"I thought that might be the case. When you masturbate, what do you think about?"

The boy paused.

Ms. Donovan slowly took off her blue blazer, arching her back in the process and pushing out her large breasts. She laid her jacket on the desk, showing her cute, shapely ass to her student, and sat down in the chair next to him. She leaned forward, giving him an amazing view of her cleavage. He noticed a frilly red bra poking out from her blouse.

"It's ok, sweetheart, you can tell me. Nothing we say here leaves this room."

"I think about you, Ms. Donovan."

The teacher smiled and began to stroke the boy's leg.

"Well, that's very flattering, young man. What do you think about us doing? Fucking, Brian? You do think about fucking me?"

"Yes, ma'am. And other things."

"Well. Again, very flattering. But you don't *only* think about me, do you?"

"No, ma'am."

"You think about your mother, too, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am." He thought he might explode in his pants.

"Well, I certainly can't blame you for that. She's extraordinarily sexy. And beautiful. Isn't she, Brian?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You think about her breasts?"

"Yes."

"And her big bottom? She has very large, bulous buttocks, doesn't she?"

"Yes."

"Brian, Do you get the sense that your mother is very sexual?"

"Gosh, Ms. Donovan, I don't know."

"I do. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I have the sense she is. I wonder if we can find out." She paused. "Brian, is your penis hard right now?"

"Um, yes, ma'am."

"Well, we should do something about that, shouldn't we?" She stood up and swayed over to the door, locked it, then swayed back toward her desk, actively shaking her huge tits at him and winking as she did. From a drawer, she removed a bottle of lotion and placed it in front of the teen.

"Brian, I'd like you to remove your penis from your pants and masturbate for me."

He paused for just a moment, then hurriedly undid his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock.

"My goodness, it's large," the busty teacher gasped. As he took a dollop of lotion and smeared it across his cock, she said, "I realize I'm not as big on top as your little mommy, but I am still pretty busty, don't you think?"

He nodded.

As he started to jerk himself off, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse and unveiled her plan.

"Brian, I'd like to ask you a favor. Obviously, you are very attracted to your mother. I'll tell you a secret: so am I. In fact," she said, shedding her blouse and revealing a tight, deep-red push-up bra, breast-meat bulging from its edges, "I'll tell you another secret. I'm fascinated by incest. Particularly mother-son incest. And I'd like you to help me explore it."

Brian started to groan as he felt an impending orgasm.

"I'm also very interested in hyper-sexual women. And as I said, I have a feeling that your mother might be one. Do you know what that means? It means women - often young mothers like yours - who have exaggerated secondary sexual characteristics, like your mother's breasts and butt. And I'm guessing she has a very sensitive vagina. Usually these women are highly orgasmic. That means they have plentiful and intense orgasms.

Brian, I'd like you to help me get her into this very classroom. I'd like to perform some... experiments on her. And I'd like you to help with those, as well. I think they'd be really fun for you - and your mother."

She reach behind and unhooked her bra. "Ok, it's time to masturbate for me, Brian." He started to stroke his cock. He knew it wouldn't take long.

I'm going take my bra off now, sweetheart. Are you ready to see my big breasts?"

Again, he could only nod.

She pulled the bra off, revealing two gorgeous, huge, firm tits. Her nipples were rock-hard. Tossing her bra aside, she again cupped them, fingering her nipples, then bringing one up to her mouth for a quick suck.

"I know they aren't as big as your mother's, but they are nice, aren't they? Anyway, here's the plan.

As she detailed her plan to coax the young mother into a special session of her sex-ed class, the boy's orgasm came closer and closer. When she was done, she walked over to him and shook her huge tits directly in front of his face. "Will you help me, Brian? Please?"

"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!" He roared and his cock exploded, cum spewing up into the air, landing all over the desk and even reaching her wobbling tits.

"Good boy, Brian! What a large load.."

With his remaining breath, he panted: "Yes, Ms. Donovan. I'll help you."

"Oh good, Brian!" She was now massaging her breasts; he continued to stroke his still-hard cock.

And Ms. Donovan? I like to call her Mommy."