Extortion

Underneath it, she was wearing the red bikini.

IV

“Oh, yeah,” I said wolfishly, getting up quickly and walking over to her. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

There her tits were, rising huge and firm above the stiff French cups of the bikini top. I put my hands on the cups and pressed my thumbs against her cleavage. Warm and springy. Perfect.

“Oh, god,” she gasped, looking down at her tits.

I leaned down and gave each huge mound a long lick—the left tit, then the right. She grasped my head as if to push me away, then let her hands fall to my shoulders.

Nearly berserk with lust, I had to get those melons out and suck them. “Get your top off,” I commanded. On the surface, her disgust seemed to be mounting, but I knew how proud she was of those gorgeous jugs. Looking me calmly in the eye, she reached behind her and unhooked the fasteners. Then she pulled the straps from her shoulders and tossed the top down to one side.

Holy shit. As awesome as her naked tits were on the videotape, you can imagine how they were in person at point-blank range. No, actually, you can't imagine. Practically leaping out of the bikini cups, they bounced against each other and quivered maddeningly before coming to rest. They were even bigger naked than they were under clothes, and I realized I had been underestimating Mom's bra size all along. This woman was no DD or DDD. She was, in all likelihood, a EE. What I 'm trying to impart here is that her tits were enormous—round and firm, launching off her slim, curvy frame like two supple grapefruit. Her aureoles were small and pink and her nipples were definitely not erect.

“God,” I said.

“Like 'em?” she asked dryly.

“I've never had my hands on a rack this big,” I said.

Greedily, I cupped my hands under them. Jesus, they were firm and heavy. I craned down and went to work on her nipples, rolling my tongue around each aureole. Still, she didn't grow erect. I didn't care. I was sucking my beautiful mother's huge breasts and nothing else really mattered.

After that first helping, I straightened up and looked at her, my hands still squeezing her rack. “I can't wait to get my big cock between these,” I said, looking down at her globes.

“Good, let's do that first,” she said. “Since you like them so much, you'll last about ten seconds and we'll be done.”

“Oh, no, honey,” I countered. “I'm going to finish off between them, alright, but only after I give your pussy a good, long fuck.”

“Peter, you're not going to do anything weird to me, are you? You just want straight sex, right?”

I smirked. “What do you mean by ‘weird’?”

“Well, you're not going to tie me to the bed or pee on me or anything like that?”

“No, I won't tie you to the bed if you behave yourself. And no, I'm not going to pee on you, but I am going to cum on you.”

“Oh, Peter,” she said, her face sour.

“And I come in quarts.”

“Wonderful,” she said.

“If you only knew how much you're going to enjoy this, you'd stop bitching,” I told her.

“Peter, I am not going to enjoy this.”

“Pull my big cock out of my pants and you'll change your mind. Do it.”

My rigid tool was bulging obscenely down the right leg of my jeans, but Mom pretended not to notice as she calmly knelt and undid my belt buckle. Then she unzipped my fly with about as much sensuality as a jaded trauma nurse.

“Come on, get it out and stroke it before I rip my pants.”

With my fly open, she tugged my jeans and boxers down to my thighs with a couple of firm, clinical yanks.

She truly had no idea how big I was, but she was about to find out. Freed, my rock-hard cock sprang up and hit her on the chin.

“Jesus,” she said, recoiling slightly from the blow. Then she got a good look at my dick. It was pointing right at her face, and it was a foot long. That's right. Twelve inches, and very thick.

“Oh, my lord, Peter,” she said, her eyes widening. “I didn't know you were that big.”

“Nice, eh? Stroke it.”

Tentatively, she reached up and wrapped her right hand around my dong just below the head. Her fingers didn't quite meet.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, feeling her warm, strong hand squeeze my shaft. “Oh, god. Come on, jack it.”

She did as I ordered, sliding her fist up and down in short, fast strokes.

“Ungh, yeah, that feels great,” I said as we both watching her hand stroke my huge pole. “Ever had your hand on one this big?” I asked.

“No.”

“Ever had a cock as big as mine in your mouth or your pussy?”

“No, Peter, I haven't, and this one isn't going either place. I'm going to get you off with my hand.” She gripped me harder and picked up the pace. I had to admit, the woman knew how to give a handjob.

“Forget it. I last forever,” I said. “Even with you, I bet I'll have good endurance.”

“We'll see about that.” I watched her massive rack jiggle youthfully and wondered if she was right.

“Ooooh, yeah, jack it, Mom, jack it. Besides, you still don't understand. This session isn't over until I say it's over. If I shoot my load now, I'll be ready for round two before you can wipe all the cum off you.”

“Bullshit, I'm going to drain you dry the very first time,” she said, sneering up at me. “Come on, honey, come! Don't hold back, Peter. Just let it squirt out. You can do it all over me if you want. I'll even lick it off my tits, I promise. Anything to make you come and get this over with.”

As insanely hot as that sounded, I held back somehow. “Too late,” said, pulling her hand off it and guiding the head toward her mouth. “Suck it.”

“Peter, please don't make me do this,” she protested.

“Suck it!”

She looked up at me with even more resentment. “Now you reallyare going to come, young man. Nobody does this as good as me.”

She closed her eyes and slid her lips over the tip, her jaw stretching wider and wider as the head filled her mouth. '

“Nnnnnn,” she moaned plaintively and I wondered how much of it she could take. My many high school girlfriends had never managed more than a helmet polish.

Mom, however, was a pro. After industriously smacking her lips up and down the head about a dozen times, sucking harder and harder, she ventured down the shaft. Three inches, four. Five. Six—Jesus! Sucking a six-inch needle dick is one thing, but taking even a half-foot of my lead pipe is a real accomplishment.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, take it. Oh, shit, I've never had a blowjob this good.”

Still deep on me, she glared up at me with reddened eyes. Her mouth was stretched freakishly over my shaft. It looked like she was trying inhale an entire stick of salami.

“Mmmm, yeah, just like that,” I encouraged. “I've fantasized so many times about you doing this to me.”

She drew her lips all the way off my cock and a huge line of spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her left tit. She didn't even seem to notice. Whether or not she would ever admit it, she was getting into this.

“You've fantasized about me like this? Sucking your cock?”

Holy shit, I had never heard her talk like that, and she knew it. This was all a ploy to get me off before I could put my cock in her pussy.

“I bet it's better than you ever dreamed, isn't it?” she asked. Then she went back to work on me, venturing only an inch or so beyond the head, sucking, licking, even rubbing her bottom teeth against the underside of my throbbing shaft. Jesus, what a feeling. For a woman who was doing it against her wishes, she was certainly going for broke.

This continued for a few more minutes, getting hotter all the time.

“Come on, honey, shoot your load,” she coaxed, jacking my dick between loud slurps. “Do it, Peter, do it all over me. I'll even...oh, god...I'll even swallow it if you want.”

“Shit, you'll do anything to get out of this fuck, won't you?”

“I just want this all to be over, honey. Please.”

“Well, babe, the sooner we start fucking, the sooner it will be.”

Exasperated, she stood up. Wrapping one hand casually around my raging tube, she gave me that bitter, smoldering look again. “Then let's get on the bed and get busy.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” I cupped my hands under her tits and leaned down to give each another quick suck. Then I took her by the hand and led her to the bed.

Holy shit, I was really going to do it. The plan had worked. I was going to bang her.

“What position do you want to start in?” she asked matter-of-factly.

“Missionary.”

“Good,” she said, gazing down at my cock as we stood beside the bed. “I need to get used that thing at first.”

I knelt in front of her. “You won’t be needing these anymore,” I said, sliding her high-cut bikini bottom down over her shapely thighs. It fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it. Her beaver, a neat, close-cropped triangle of brown hair, was now in my face. I reveled in the pleasure of exposing my mother like this. And to think, I was about to slide my cock into that thing. Oh, man, this was going to be good. I planted a quick kiss on her pelt and a shudder coursed up her frame.

She lay across the bed on a diagonal and spread her legs. I got between them, my foot-long cock loitering thick and stiff above her beaver. I looked down at her tits, which were now riding as wide as cinnamon rolls on her chest and quivering slightly.

“Ready?” I asked her.

We both looked down and she tensed at the sight of my huge shaft pointing hands-free at her pussy.

“Oh, lord, honey,” she said, drawing a breath. “Wait, wait.” She reached down and started fingering her clit. “Let me make sure.”

I watched her fingers diddle her pussy for a few seconds and then decided to join in. I took my cock in one hand and brought the head to where her fingers were.

She looked down again. “Wait, Peter, don't screw me yet. Honey, please, you'll hurt me.”

“I'm not putting it in,” I reassured her. “I'm just helping you get ready.”

“Okay,” she said softly.

I pressed the tip of my cock against her clit and rubbed it up and down gently, then more firmly. Her hand stayed there, the index and middle finger continuing to do their thing. Then she took her hand away and drew a long breath. I kept working my glans against her clit.

“Yeah, just a little more like that,” she said, looking down as if inspecting my technique.

Now this was progress. My goal was not only to have sex with Mom, but for her to like it. And here we were, lying naked on my bed while I rubbed my head against her clit to get her hot and wet. She could still claim she wasn't enjoying this, but that claim grew shakier with each heavy breath she drew.

She gripped me around the arms and looked into my eyes. “I'm ready.”

I looked down to guide my big boy into her and she rose up on her elbows to follow my gaze.

“Good lord, Peter,” she intoned, her mind evidently reeling once more at the size of my monstrous cock.

I pushed the head between her lips, which began to stretch taut around it.

“Ooh, go slow, honey. Please go slow at first until I get used to you—if I even can.”

“That's what all the girls say,” I told her.

“Oh, Peter,” she said, disgusted.

I slid the first two or three inches into her. She bit her lip to stifle a cry and her hands gripped my arms tighter. “Easy, Peter, easy. Good lord, you're huge.”

“That's why you're going to enjoy this so much,” I said.

“Peter, please stop saying that. I'm never going to enjoy this. If you weren't my son, it would be different, but you are, and we're doing this strictly for you.” She raised her head to look down at the penetration again. “Believe me, Peter, considering the situation, I wish you were a little smaller.”

“You'll be singing a different tune in a few minutes,” I said, giving her another two inches and watching her lips inhale my shaft between her huge, jiggling tits. “God, your pussy's tight.”

“Just have your fun and get it over with.”

As I expected, her pussy couldn't swallow my entire cock—few women are dug deep enough to take a foot of man-meat—but she took a helluva lot of it, about nine or ten inches. With two inches to go and my big nuts clinging tight and horny to the base of my fuck stick, my head came to rest against her cervix.

“Ungh,” she exclaimed softly, biting her lip once again.

“Never been filled up like this, have you?” I asked arrogantly.

“No,” she huffed, still wincing.

I gave her a long, slow first thrust and felt her hot, tight pussy suck at my shaft skin. I pulled my cock all the way out to the head and then drove it gently home again. She drew her knees up and grasped them in her hands while I ever so gradually picked up the pace like a mile-long freight train gathering momentum.

Any other woman would have been moaning her head off by now, but Mom just stared up at me with scornful eyes. I stared back into hers and the room was silent for a couple of minutes save for the squeaking bed springs.

“I'm fucking you,” I finally said to her, grinning. “I never thought you'd let me do it.”

“I didn't plan to, even when I put on the bikini. I really thought I could satisfy you with a handjob. That would have been enough for most teenage boys. Believe me, Peter, I never, ever intended to go this far,” she said, raising her head and looking down at the action.

“Yeah, look at that,” I encouraged. “Look at my big cock servicing your pussy.”

“Peter, please don't say things like that.”

“You know you like it. I heard you talking dirty to Greg on the tape.”

“That was different.”

For all her protests, she was actually coming around quite nicely. She had let go of her knees and put her arms up around my back. She wasn't clawing me or even rubbing, mind you—not yet, at least. Every few strokes, I went deep into her and watched her eyes close and her face tense up as if holding back a moan. She bit her lip more and more often.

I looked down at my boy and started doing her even harder. We were now approaching the tempo and intensity of serious fucking. I was going to make this woman scream if it was the last thing I did.

“It's good, isn't it?” I asked. She ignored me. “There's no way you can't be loving this.”

“I just want you to enjoy it so you'll get what you want,” she said. Her tone was still detached, but she was now rubbing my back with her hands. Bingo.

I shifted gears again and started pounding her in earnest, my pelvis whacking loudly against hers as my beefstick pummeled her slot. Her huge breasts pinwheeled and slammed into each other. She was still silent, but her lip-biting was now almost constant. She didn't even seem to be breathing, in fact, as if she knew she could no longer exhale without moaning.

“You've gotta be loving this,” I said, panting from the exertion. “There's no way you can't.”

Scrunching her eyes shut, she shook her head.

“You want to change positions?” I asked.

“It's up to you, Peter.”

“I want to give it to you side-saddle.”

I pulled my huge dick out of her and dismounted to the left. She rolled to the other side and lay on her hip, then I spooned up behind her and lifted her top leg. This left me with no hands free.

“Guide me in,” I said. She reached down and grasped my tool, gave it a couple of strokes, then aimed the head into her slit. I pushed forward with my hips and drove my boy back into paradise. She craned her neck forward to watch it go into her.

“God, I can't get over how tight your pussy is.”

“Peter, you're so big, every woman must feel tight to you.”

“Mom, I'm telling you, I've fucked sixteen-year-olds whose pussies weren't as snug as yours.”

“Mine won't be tight after much more of this.”

Reaching around and fondling her big right tit, I gave her long, strong strokes. Soon she shut her eyes and seemed to stop breathing again.

“Come on, Mom, let it out,” I whispered in her ear, pumping her a little faster. “If it's good, at least give me a little feedback.”

Again, she shook her head.

“Okay, don't say anything. Just nod your head if you're enjoying the sex.”

She nodded instantly.

V

“I knew it,” I said, kissing her on the cheek. “C'mon, stop holding back!”

Like a human balloon filled to the bursting point, she couldn't take any more.

“OH!” she exploded. “OH! OH! OH, GOD, PETER, FUCK ME, SWEETHEART, FUCK ME! YES! YES, IT'S GOOD! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!”

“Finally!” I said. “What took you so long?”

With her free hand she reached up and brought my face down to hers.

Then something I didn't expect happened. We kissed. Since we weren't facing each other, it wasn't a full-on kiss but instead more of a mid-air tongue-tangle. She tasted vaguely sweet, like powdered sugar or a drop of Frangelico.

She moved her lips up to my ear. “Fuck me, Peter. Don't stop for anything.”

I returned the gesture, tonguing her ear for a few minutes while she clawed at my hair and moaned lewdly.

Then we both looked down between her legs again. “Oh, yeah, fuck me, big boy, fuck me good. Jesus Christ, your cock is so big, Peter. If I had known, honey, I never would have argued with you.” I gave her deep, slow thrusts and felt her squirm with pleasure. “Oooooooh, yeah,” she groaned, wrinkling her brows. “Fuck, you're so good, Peter.”

I reached around and kneaded her right tit again.

“Mmmm, yeah, squeeze my big tits, honey.”

“Want to change position again?”

“Yeah, I want to ride you.”

I pulled out of her and lay on my back. “It's all yours, honey,” I announced. “Climb aboard.”

“Jesus Christ,” she swore, gazing at my foot-long cock, which was now sticking straight up like a lighthouse. On her knees now, she swung her left leg over me and centered herself. To get my massive flagpole inside her, she was going to need to lean way forward, with her flat stomach against my face, and reach behind her to guide the sailor into port.

She did just as required, first putting her tits in my face. “Farther, honey,” I said between smothered licks of her nipples, which were now very erect. She scooted forward and I felt the bristly scruff of her beaver on my chest. I tongued her navel as she reached around and grasped my cock.

“God almighty, Peter, I hope you don't get any bigger.”

“I just want to be big enough to please you every night.”

“Honey, you've got plenty for that job.” I felt her guide my glans between her lips and ease herself onto my pipe.

“Ungh,” she groaned. “Ungh. Oh. Oh, Peter. OH, FUCK, PETER, YOUR COCK IS STRETCHING MY PUSSY OPEN. OH, MY GOD, IT'S LIKE GIVING BIRTH. OH, FUCK, YES.”

“You can take it,” I encouraged.

As if we were made for doing it like this, my cock found the end of her pussy just as her tits were in my face again. As I licked and sucked those huge, firm globes, Mom gingerly began impaling herself on my shaft with short, dainty strokes that quickly became more bold. Soon she was screaming and slamming herself down on my baseball bat, riding me as if I were a wild bronco and sliding her lips all the way to my helmet on each stroke. Fantastic. As her massive tits flailed against my face, I occasionally looked down to see her beaver churning frantically up and down on my dick.

“Oh, Peter, yes! Yes! Yes! Jesus, this the best sex I've ever had! Yes! Ungh!”

“You're glad we did this now, aren't you?” I asked into her cleavage.

“Oh, god, yes! You're fantastic, honey! I knew you cock was big, but I had no idea!”

I started giving her slight up-thrusts to meet her strokes. That sent her over the edge.

“Oh, honey, just like that!” she cried. “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Peter! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm coming! I'm coming! Yes! YES! YES! OH, GOD, YES! YES! YES! YES! JESUS CHRIST, PETER! UNNNNNGH. OHHHHH. YES! YES! YES! YES!

“COME BABY!” I YELLED. “COME ALL OVER MY BIG COCK! IT'S WHAT YOU'VE WANTED ALL ALONG!”

“YES! OH! OH! OH! OH! YES! NOW! I'M COMING! YES! YES! YES! OH! OHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Her machinations ground to a halt. I licked a swath of perspiration from her cleavage.