My Mom Loves it Big
Chapter 4: Two Crazy Girls Pt. 1
The bus lurched up to a stop, and with all my giddy excitement I almost tumbled out of it. I stood at the bus stop, scanning the area left and right for any sign of where the Build-A-Cock emporium would be. It was a quiet area; industrial but with lots of outlet stores too, and since it was the middle of a weekday it was almost deserted.
And to think, I should be in class doing math right about now. I was almost never absent from school, and I figured that tomorrow I would just tell my teacher I had the flu, and my Mom had caught it from me, so she couldn’t call the school to tell them. It probably wouldn’t work, but by this time tomorrow I wouldn’t care.
My mission would be complete.
“Building 17-A…” I said to myself, scanning all the shopfronts and factory doors. “17-A…”
As I wandered past a garage, some guy called out: “Hey kid, what are you doing here?”
“Just looking for my dad!” I called back, a little anxiously. “Where’s building 17-B?”
The greasy guy in blue overalls pointed behind me. “You’re going the wrong way. Earl’s Bathroom Outlet is that-a-way.”
“Thanks!” I followed the direction of his finger and soon found the bathroom outlet – and right next to that, a non-descript little building with the logo out front that proclaimed: “Build-A-Cock: We make it, you fuck it!”
I got goose bumps. It was here, it was really here!
I pushed through the white, glass door and entered a small, air-conditioned lobby. No one was there. On the pristine white walls were posters of all sorts of fantasy men and monsters, some advertising local role-playing events, others advertising the store’s particular wares. A couple of gold plaques hung from the wall, proclaiming excellence in service for the adult business. To my right was water cooler next to a few leather chairs. I walked to my left instead, and looked at some of the posters. A dragon flying over a burning building for something called “Mythcon 2015” caught my attention, not the least because someone had doodled a long, scaled and pointy cock between the roaring dragon’s legs in black Sharpie.
“Ahem. Are you supposed to be here?”
I jumped, and turned around. A chubby blonde woman with a heart-shaped face greeted me. She looked young, kind of like the girls that go to our local college. There was confusion all over her face. “Sorry, but this is a store for grownups only. Kids aren’t allowed here.”
“But I, uh… I have something to pick up.”
She crossed her arms. “Do you? Are you sure?”
This could be a problem. I suddenly felt really stupid for not thinking that this might happen.
I nodded awkwardly. “Mhm. I paid for it and everything.”
She rested her pale elbows against the counter and looked at me carefully. She wore a tight blue shirt that matched her eyes. The shirt had fantasy creatures adored all over the front. She looked friendly enough, though didn’t seem particularly thrilled to see me there. “With your own money, I bet?”
She got me. But I couldn’t reveal that I had stolen a credit card. “Can I pick it up and go, please? I won’t come back, I promise.”
The woman turned and called into an open doorway behind her. “Hey, Leesa! Come here for a sec.”
Uh-oh. Adding another grownup wouldn’t make this any easier for me.
Soon, a woman who looked like she was probably the first one’s older sister appeared. When she saw me, she smiled. “Hello! What do we have here?”
“What did you say your name was, kid?”
I swallowed. “Um, I didn’t. It’s R-Rogan.”
The younger one smiled. “That’s a nice name. So, Rogan says he’s here to pick something up from us.”
The older one was taller but had a similar body shape as her sister, and was wearing a red shirt with the same MythCon logo as the poster. She had thick, red-rimmed glasses, and a smile that broke out when she heard why I was there.
“Well that’s interesting. You know what, I think I remember that name. Hold up while I go back and check.” While the one named Leesa was gone, the first one I’d met stared me down with piercing blue eyes. Her devilish smile didn’t put me at ease. “My name’s Laura, by the way.”
“H-Hi, Laura.” I said.
She smirked. “You look a little nervous, Rogan. Why not have some water and take a seat?” she gestured to the watercooler in the corner. It didn’t seem like a bad idea. I took a plastic cup from the side and filled it. The icy water filled my mouth, and I gingerly took a seat, trying not to feel like I was about to swallowed up.
Soon, Leesa returned and, with a voice that didn’t sound genuine, said: “Sorry; looks like your order’s delayed. We’re still uh…waiting for it to set after we applied the finishing touches.”
Without missing a beat, Laura continued: “That’s a pretty interesting toy you built back there, kid. Though it kind of begs the question: why would a young boy like you buy such an adult toy?”
I felt my face prickle with heat. There was a very real chance that this was all about to blow up in my face and I would go home with nothing.
Or worse, go home in a police car for theft.
“Yeah, it sure makes me wonder,” Leesa continued from her sister, “what a young kid like you is going to do with a toy like that when you take it home.”
I gulped, suddenly feeling very exposed. The door was behind me; maybe my best bet was just make a break for it? Run away from this whole bad idea?
Except that these two had my name on the order, so they could probably give it to the police who would track me down anyway.
Both sisters had their pale arms crossed in front of their chests. Despite my fear, I couldn’t help but notice how their poses squished their boobs together under their shirts, creating some very noticeable cleavage. I felt myself growing even redder, which, judging from the growing smiles on their faces, meant they were enjoying this every bit as much as I was hating it.
“So you want to just come clean and tell us what this is all about?” the older sister named Leesa asked.
I licked my dry lips. A lie formed in my head. My Dad said it’s a present for my mom. He told me to pick it up ‘cause he’s at work. Or… my Mom is in a wheelchair, she can’t make it here by herself so she sent me. My name’s on the order because… she was hit by a falling tree and can’t remember her own name. Or maybe my Uncle Jack wants to play a joke on my Mom and—
“Tick-tock,” Laura said.
“Don’t try and lie to us know,” her big sister warned.
“We’ll find out, and you’ll be in deep trouble,” Laura continued, smiling with all her teeth.
Would they even believe me if I told them the truth? Probably not… but what else can I say?
“I...” I began.
Both sisters leant over the counter, the fronts of their shirts hanging open. They weren’t wearing a bra, I suddenly realised. I was in cleavage city. My pants grew tight, despite my fear.
“I…I did it for my Mom.”
“Why?” they both asked.
“To…to…”
They smiled like hungry sharks.
I gulped and plunged into the deep. “To…to have sex with her.”
You should have seen the look on their faces. Their eyes lit up, and they both stepped out from behind the counter and approached me.
I backed away, hands out protectively.
Laura, to my surprise, then walked right by me to the front door. I heard it lock, and then I turned to see her flip the sign around to ‘closed’ before pulling a heavy set of blinds down over them.
I was doomed.
“I changed my mind!” I said desperately. “I don’t want it, I’ll go! Please, just don’t do anything. Don’t tell anyone, please!”
The two chubby blondes stood in front of me. “Yeah, because there’d be trouble if anyone knew you were buying this stuff for your Mom.”
My heart hammered. My throat grew thick. My life flashed before my eyes. All those comics I’d never read. All those movies I’d never see. All that sex I’d never have with my Mom again…
Then they both crouched down to my level. “So, are you really so small down there that your Mom had to tell you to buy this to make her happy?”
I was shocked. That’s not what I expected to hear. But then embarrassment flooded me after that comment about me being small. “Sh-she didn’t tell me to buy it,” I said. “I wanted to buy it so… so I could use it. So she wouldn’t get bored of me when I had sex with her.”
To my surprise a hint of sympathy flickered across their faces. “So she doesn’t know you bought a strap-on for her?”
I shook my head.
“So this is like a present?”
I nodded. Laura’s mouth dropped open. “That’s… that’s so sweet!” she squealed. I was shocked.
She put a hand on my shoulder and I flinched. “That’s such a cool, generous thing to do for her, Rogan. Oh man, if I ever have a son like you’d, I’d be so freaking happy.”
“Yeah,” Leesa agreed. “I mean, we don’t have kids, but if we did, and they loved us enough to do something like this for us, I’d make sure they never felt unwanted.”
“Does your Mom really get so bored having sex with you?”
I was a little bewildered by how forward but nice they were suddenly being. “Sh-she does. She never really likes it. She just, you know, lets me do it to her. Sometimes she’s on her phone or talks to her sister or something.”
Laura made a sympathetic noise.
“And that makes you feel bad, doesn’t it?” Leesa asked.
I nodded.
“And you want her to like it too, don’t you?” Laura asked.
I nodded again. “Yeah.”
“Oh, come here!” and before I knew it, I was being engulfed in a tight hug by Laura. Her warm body pressed around mine, and I smelled the fruity shampoo in her blonde locks.
“Wow. To end such a slow day with this,” her big sister said, shaking her head. “Totally did not see this coming.”
If I had something to say, I couldn’t, because Laura was hugging the breath out of me. Her warm cheek was pressed against my own, and her hand ran up and down my back affectionately. It was a very strange thing to experience when the person doing that to you is someone you’d only just met, and looked ready to eat you alive a minute before.
“But wait,” Leesa continued. “Won’t she know you did this once it comes up in her statement? Like, it’s not like you have your own credit card. Laura, get off him already, I’m asking him a question.”
When she relented, I sucked in a lungful of air. I felt dizzy.
“Hey, did you hear me? I said won’t your Mom find out about this anyway since you paid with her credit card?”
“I didn’t pay with hers,” I said without thinking.
Their eyes lit up again.
“Oh, the plot thickens!”
I didn’t see any point in hiding things from these two anymore. “I took Coach Brian’s credit card.”
“Who?”
“My soccer coach. He left his wallet at our house.”
“Why did he leave his wallet at your house?” Laura asked.
“Come on, sis, read the between the lines.”
“Oh. Oh, Rogan, I’m so sorry,” Laura went in for another hug. This time, she did a little more than embrace me. Her hand went up the back of my shirt, and she pulled me in so that I was sitting right on her lap. Her hips grinding gently against me, and I felt my pants grow very tight again. “You’re such a good boy,” she purred into my ear, sending hot goose bumps rushing down my body.
“Well, this just keeps getting more interesting,” Leesa commented. “Hey, get off him, I have a thought.”
Laura shook her head. “Never! I want to keep him.”
The woman with red-framed glasses pried her younger sister off me, and then said: “You know, Rogan, what you did is a crime. Using someone’s credit card against their permission is theft. You could be a world of trouble for that, you know.”
Of course I knew that, but hearing them voice it out loud really made it hit home. In my desperation, I hadn’t thought through any of this as far as I should have.
“Hey, you’re right!” Laura declared, almost happily. “I guess that means we’ve got something on you, don’t we, kid?”
Uh-oh. Back to evil sister mode.
“But we’re willing to overlook your little crime if you do a few things for us,” Leesa declared.
“W-what do you want?” I asked, almost too scared to ask.
Leesa bent over so she was eye-to-eye with me. My eyes went immediately to her cleavage.
“Hey, my face is up here, buster. Good. Now, if you don’t want us to call the cops on you, you’ll have to do exactly what we say.”
I gulped, looking right at her blue eyes.
“Take off your pants.”
My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t move.
“You heard me, little man. Off with them. I want to see what your Mom’s been playing with this whole time.”
Don’t get me wrong, there was a part of me that really wanted to do just that. But at the same time, well, my Mom was the only person who had ever seen my dick before. It felt weird, showing it to these two.
And Mom having sex with Coach Brian isn’t wrong? Or all your friends’ dads?
There was that.
In the end, I never had to make any decision. Because while I was thinking over my situation, Laura let out a girlish giggle and tugged down my pants herself. Before I knew it, my cock was pointing up at them both.
“Oh my god!” Laura squealed, clapping her hands. “That’s your cock! It’s so—”
“Laura,” her big sister interjected again. She gave her sister a look.
“I was just going to say how cute it is! Oh my God, look at the way it’s standing completely up like that. And it’s so pink and shiny! I just want to…” she reached over, and I covered myself. “Hey!” she protested. “Don’t be silly, Rogan. Just let me touch it, okay?”
“You’re better off doing what we say, kid,” Leesa added. “Trust me, this’ll all work out your way if you do.”
I wasn’t stupid. Even as a kid, I knew I had no leverage in this situation. And I couldn’t deny the part of my brain that was getting louder and louder, virtually yelling at me to let these girls have what they want.
I slowly removed my hand from the front of my crotch and watched as Laura’s eyes glimmered hungrily. “I. Fucking. LOVE IT,” she declared.
“It is a very pretty cock,” her big sister agreed, adjusting her red-framed glasses on her face as she stared down at my naked lower half. Then she looked at me. “Honestly, I would be pretty happy with this. Doesn’t your Mom enjoy playing with it?”
I shook my head. “Not as much as she likes the grown-up dicks.”
Leesa nodded, understandingly. “Not an easy pill to swallow for a little guy like you.”
I glared at her. She raised her hands in defence. “I meant in age. Your cock is just fine, for a kid.”
“Yeah, but…” I said sadly. The words didn’t have to be said, they knew them. It’s not enough.
Laura patted my arm gently again, and this time I didn’t flinch. “I’m sure your Mom loves you all the same, Rogan. But you know, I can understand why it would make you feel sad and hurt that she doesn’t love your together time as much as you do.” She took my hand in hers. It was soft, though a little calloused from working in this shop, but the heart-shape of her face radiated with sincere affection and sympathy. Her half-lidded blue eyes made my heart race. I suddenly realised how much I liked this person. In fact, I’m sure that became pretty obvious to them both.
“Hey, I just saw your dick move!” Leesa laughed, and then she too my other hand. “Rogan, why don’t you come back into the shop with us?”
As I babbled a reply, Laura’s hand drifted down my shirt; her fingertips trailed the length of my shaft and she held the tip gently between her thumb and finger. She circled her thumb around the really sensitive spot just under the front of the head. I moaned, and watched as a layer of thick, clear precum grew on the face of her thumb.
She giggled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The shop smelled funny. It was packed from corner to corner with boxes, materials, as well as machines that poured a goopey mixture into moulds.
“This is where the ‘magic’ happens,” Laura said. “Yeah, it’s nothing special, but this is where we start to make a lot of people’s lives happier.”
“Over there you’ll see our reject corner,” Leesa continued. “All toys we messed up during production, and so don’t have a home to go to.” She smiled. “So they stay here with us.”
As we walked across the floor, I couldn’t help but notice that there was nobody else to be found. “Where are the other workers?”
“There aren’t any,” Leesa said. “This is a two-woman operation. Dad ran this business all by himself for fifteen years, and when he passed it on to us, we did things exactly the same way he did.”
“Which means long hours and not much sleep.”
“Which takes us to the most important part of our little tour.” Leesa stopped by a blue door and opened it up. “The boudoir.”
What I found when I stepped inside was a tiny room with a mattress that lay from one wall to the other on one side, and a computer on a desk on the other.
“You two live here?!” I asked, incredulous.
“No, dummy. But we work late most nights, and sometimes that means we’re better off crashing here than going home.”
“And we usually order pizza.”
I looked around. A window near the ceiling let in sunlight, and the smell in there wasn’t nearly as bad as in the shop. It wasn’t a bad little place, but…
“So,” Laura said, hands behind her back. “What do you think?”
I shrugged. “It looks okay.”
“How about now?”
I heard movement, and turned around to find the blue door closed and the two sisters standing side-by-side with their shirts on the floor.
Up went my dick again.
They were so different to Mom in almost every way. Their skin was pale; their boobs were big but not as round as Mom’s, and their nipples were large and a bright shade of pink, whereas Moms were smaller and darker. They were both soft around their tummies, and I was amazed by the blue jewel pierced into Laura’s bellybutton. Leesa had six stars tattooed on her chest, three under each clavicle. There was also a little sparkle of silver on each nipple.
There was nothing I wanted more in the world than to play with those four yummy-looking boobs.
“Now what do you think?” Laura asked.
When I didn’t respond, Leesa laughed. “Like a deer in headlights.”
“Four big headlights,” Laura giggled. “And they’re coming right for you!”
Without warning, both sisters threw themselves at me, knocking me backwards onto the mattress. I thought their bigger bodies would crush me, but they fell in such a way that they landed to either one my sides, and before I could do anything their eager hands were pawing at my clothes, trying to get every stitch off me. I did tell them to stop, and tried to hold their hands away, but they had four whereas I only had two.
That, and I didn’t really want them to stop.
Before I knew it I was lying on their mattress wearing nothing at all. My official Unfathomable Blob Club underwear had been flung across the room, and my shoes and socks lay scattered against the blue door. I covered myself feebly as they worked to tug each other’s jeans off – soon, we were three very naked people on a mattress. The sisters pressed their chubby bodies against my skinny young self, passing their hands up and down as they touched every sensitive part of my body. Leesa chuckled as I yelped when she pinched my nipple, and Laura tickled my taut balls until I had tears in my eyes.
My dick was so hard and ready to go that it hurt. It wanted to be inside a warm, wet pussy, and fast.
“Mmm,” Laura moaned as she lay on her back and pulled me onto her soft body. “Do me first, Rogan.”
They didn’t even give me the chance to say yes. Before I knew it, Leesa was behind me, taking hold of my throbbing young shaft, and pushed it into her sister’s wetness.
I almost came right there and then. Like most everything else about these girls, being inside Laura was definitely different to Mom!
Leesa pressed her hands against my butt and pushed me forward, as if trying to control my thrusts. As she soon found out, however, she didn’t have to. “Look at him go!” she said in amazement as I happily pounded away in Laura’s pussy. “He’s like a little machine!”
That’s right. And I was fuelled by Laura’s moans. She was actually moaning! It was incredible! You wouldn’t believe what such a thing did to my ego.
“Good boy,” she cried and squealed. “Oh God, your little cock feels so good inside me!” Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth hung open, enjoying every one of my thrusts. Her pussy was hot and tight against my little shaft; it was the kind of lovely, tight ‘hug’ that my dick never got from my own Mom’s pussy.
“You’re doing great, kid,” Leesa said as she crawled over to our side. “You’re such a horny little guy, aren’t you?” And then the older sister put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in to her mouth. Moaning, her tongue met mine and we kissed deeply to the music of Laura’s pleasure cries.
I was flooded with dizzying sensations. Both my dick and my mouth were in heaven, and to make sure my hands didn’t miss out on the fun, I reached out and squeezed Leesa’s boobs.
She yelped and pulled away, “Not so hard, Rogan!” But then with a smile, she reached over my back and gave me a hard, stinging slap on the butt.
I knew I’d be feeling that for a while.
“S-sorry,” I said, continuing my thrusts into a lip-biting Laura.
Without warning, the woman I was fucking rose from the mattress, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in to a tight, warm embrace. “Mine… all mine…” she hissed sexually.
To say I was comfortable would be an understatement. Her fleshy body felt magical against my skinny, bony self. I felt enveloped by her warmth. My face only reached up to her chest, which meant that her stiff, pink nipples poked and rubbed my face as I humped her. Without thinking about it, I latched on to her left nipple and felt a shiver as her body stiffened and she screamed with pleasure. I could feel her grow wetter.
Then, I heard the words that would surprise, shock and amaze me for the rest of my life. “Look at you go, kid. You’re about to give my sister an orgasm!”
I was filled with a dogged determination. Yes, I would give her an orgasm. I would do for her what I never could do for Mom. I would prove that my dick wasn’t so small and pathetic. Heck, I was already making Laura scream! If my dick could do that, well, it could do more.
I ploughed ahead, no longer caring so much about my own fun but instead driven to reach my goal. I could cum later. I had to make her cum now.
I pictured a long cord coming out of my back, like you see on a chainsaw, or a lawnmower. I imagined somebody grabbing that cord and pulling it back, and the roaring engine inside me sputtering to a noisy life. My dick was a machine; I had enough power in me to make it wreak havoc! With this in mind, I jackhammered into Laura with more speed and power than ever before. She returned this enthusiasm by plunging her nails into my back and wrapping her chubby legs around my waist.
“Fuck keep it in keep it in keep it in!!” She commanded.
And I couldn’t hold back any longer. I let out a boyish moan, and was overcome by an explosion of pleasure. My smooth, young balls tightened and for the first time in my life, I shot cum into a woman who wasn’t my mother.
And then, nothing.
I looked up. Laura’s face was contorted in a silent scream. Her face was a burning red, and tears trailed down the corners of her eyes. Her wide mouth looked like it could swallow me whole. And then she let out a final, perching wail while crushing me against her body.
And then she relaxed.
I heard clapping behind me.
“Damn. Well done you two. That was a show!”
Laura ran her fingers delicately up and down my back where she had scratched me. Now that I was coming down from my explosive orgasm, I could really start to feel the stings.
Not that I cared.
Laura started to untangle herself from me. She sighed the deepest, most satisfied-sounding sigh I’d ever heard, and smiled at me. “You little monster,” she whispered, before covering my mouth in hers. Her lips were hot, full and red.
The happiness I felt that moment was indescribable. My ego was through the roof. I felt a pride that I’d never known was possible – the pride of making someone cum!
I’d almost forgotten about why I was there in the first place.
Eventually, Laura gently brushed me off herself and excused herself to go to the bathroom, but not before throwing me a wide smile and licking her lips at me.
“So, how was it?” Leesa asked.
I nodded, stupidly. “Fun…” I could barely think straight after that experience. The older sister started twirling her finger around my still-sensitive cock and I hissed. “Ow!”
“Sorry, kid.” And then she slapped me on the thigh. “Now rest up as fast as you can, okay? ‘Cause I’m ready to go.”
“Huh?”
She laughed at what must have been a pretty bewildered look on my face. “What, did you think you’d just fuck my sister and leave? No way, lover-boy. You’re not getting out of here until I have my fun, too.”
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