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 Archive name: heather.txt (F/m-teen, inc, size)
 Aurhors name: Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
 Story title : "Huge"

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	Heather had been 16 when Chris was born. He was
 conceived one night when she had got drunk and had sex,
 both for the first time. Her parents had respected her
 wish that she be allowed to give birth and raise the
 baby boy.  She had worked hard, both in school and in
 her various after school jobs. It hadn't been easy but
 now at the age of thirty-two, she had her own business
 and was quite proud of her son.

	Chris had his father's good looks and his
 mother's intelligence. At least she liked to think so.
 He played one sport after the other and always seemed
 to be on his way to some sort of workout. As a result
 Chris had a body that just wouldn't quit. Broad
 shoulders and huge pecs drew down to a slim waist of
 washboard abs. And when he wore shorts Heather couldn't
 keep here eyes off his well muscled thighs and calves.

	 There was one thing though that bothered her
 about her about her son. He seemed obsessed with play-
 ing with himself. Even now, just a few minutes after
 going to bed, she could hear the telltale noises from
 his room. Heather tried to ignore the sounds of
 squeaking bed springs, but she couldn't ignore the urge
 to investigate. She swung her legs over the edge of her
 bed and got up. 

	Heather opened the door to her room and walked
 quietly down the hall. She saw a long shaft of light
 coming from the partially opened door to Chris' room
 and couldn't resist taking a peek. 

	The head of Chris' bed was near the door and she
 carefully stretched her neck in order to look down the
 length of the his well built young body but, darn it,
 he was covered from feet to chest with a sheet.  That
 looked odd, she thought. It seemed as if Chris was
 rubbing his stomach with a growing passion. Then he
 suddenly threw back the sheet. 

	Heather had to stifle a gasp as she saw his man-
 hood. No wonder it looked like he was rubbing his
 stomach. The head of his young cock was laying above
 his belly button. Heather was no tramp, but she had
 seen a few cocks in her time, and the one on her son
 was bigger than any she had ever seen or heard of. As
 she watched his hand flash up and down the length of
 his huge erection it suddenly erupted. A stream of
 milky white cum streaked nearly to his shoulder.

	It was followed by another and another until
 there must have been a dozen strings of the sticky
 liquid in the light hairs of his broad chest. 

	Heather had been entranced by the sight of her
 son's orgasm, but now she came to herself and realized
 that one of her hands had found its way to her own sex
 and was rubbing it madly. She saw her son grab a
 t-shirt to wipe the cum from his chest and figured that
 he would soon be on his way to the bathroom, so as
 quickly as her shaky legs permitted, she made her way
 quietly back to her own bedroom. 

	Just as she reached her room Heather heard her
 son coming down the hallway. She stepped into the sha-
 dows of her room and turned. Chris made his way to the
 bathroom, his softening but still enormous prick wob-
 bling back and forth, leading the way. Heather care-
 fully found her bed in the dark and very nearly fell on
 it.As the vision of her son masturbating ran through
 her mind, she tweaked her nipples and clit until her
 own orgasm overtook her.

	The next morning was a Saturday, Heather and
 son's day to sleep in. It was also their custom to eat
 a large pancake brunch. Heather had awakened late and
 thrown a short robe over her nude body. She'd already
 cooked a stack of pancakes when her son made his
 appearance. 

	"Hi Mom," he said stretching enormously. He was
 wearing a pair of shorts and a cut off t-shirt that
 showed off his perfect abs. But Heather couldn't keep
 her eyes from her son's shorts. She tried to figure out
 where he could keep that huge cock. It couldn't be down
 his shorts leg or above the waistband. His gym type
 shorts were too small for that. She smiled and wondered
 if she could find out. 

	"Sit down and eat...you can have the first
 batch," Heather said, turning to get the plate of
 pancakes. She placed the stack in front of her son,
 being sure to bow quite low to let the front of her
 robe fall open to his gaze. She glanced up to see his
 eyes drinking in the sight of her breasts.

	 And there was plenty to see. Heather's breasts
 were full and firm, and she was sure that her son had
 taken a good look. She stepped back and leaned against
 the kitchen counter, crossed her slim lovely legs,
 picked up her coffee cup and stared into space above
 her son's head, as if she was unaware that the bottom
 half of her robe had fallen open revealing one leg
 almost to her hip.

	Her son was now hunched in his chair, eating the
 cakes at a furious pace. He had one hand, not very
 casually, in his lap.

	Heather said, "Not so fast....Chris, what are
 you going to do today?"

	Around a mouth full of food, and with his eyes
 locked on his mother's legs, Chris said, "Uhhhh......
 we're going to play ball at Todd's house and then Cindy
 and I are going to a movie....I'll be back early." He
 stuffed the last bit of breakfast in his mouth, then
 rising and turning away from his mother, both hands
 covering his crotch, he said, "I've got to get ready,"
 and almost ran from the room.

	Damn, thought Heather, I think I gave my own son
 an erection. She waited a full minute then went to
 his room. She opened the door, saying "Chris I may be
 gone awhile...I.. ." And just as she thought, Chris
 stood there, shorts pulled down, his huge erection at
 full attention, his hand stroking it. Heather felt a
 surge of heat go through her breasts and between her
 legs at the thought of turning her son on like that. 

	"Mom!" he cried, turning away.

	Heather approached her son. "It's OK honey...I
 know guys do that...sorry I barged in." She stepped
 closer, and put her hand on her son's back, running her
 hand up his back under his t-shirt. She leaned closer,
 peering over his shoulder, and whispered "Go ahead...
 sometimes I do it too." Her hot breath on her son's
 neck had its desired effect. His hand started moving
 again, and his slightly wilted cock was quickly back
 to its full hardness.

	Heather felt her knees getting weak. She stepped
 back, laying heavily on Chris's bed. Heather couldn't
 help herself. She opened her pussy lips with the
 fingers of one hand and began to caress her stiff
 little clit. Chris turned, pointing his pulsing rod at
 his mother. As Heather watched, her son came with a
 long squirt of cum. And he just kept on spurting. After
 what she'd seen last night, she couldn't believe that
 he had that much cum left in him. It squirted across
 the room to fall in hot, white streams on her legs.

	Chris's face was bright red, either from passion
 or embarrassment as he ran from the room, cum still
 drooling from his cock. 

	Heather rubbed her legs together sensuously,
 working her son's semen into her skin. The stuff seemed
 to generate it own heat that worked its way up her legs
 to her crotch.  As Heather felt her own orgasm pulse
 through her body, she heard Chris start the shower. 

	Heather was in a daze. She couldn't believe what
 had just happened. With her mind on cruise control she
 cleaned up the mess that both she and her son had just
 made and wandered back to her room to get dressed. By
 the time she was ready to face the world Chris had
 already left.

	She spent the rest of the day at the mall. Her
 mind wandered from her son, to her shopping, to her
 son's cock and then back again. She was alternately
 filled with shame and then lust. By the time she was
 on her way back home she had resolved to just forget
 what had happened. 

	As Heather pulled into her drive, she had to
 stop short because of a car blocking her way.  It was
 Cindy's Mustang. She and Chris must be back from the
 movie already, Heather thought. She walked inside
 through the kitchen door instead of opening the garage
 door as she usually did. As she walked across the
 kitchen, Heather heard talking from the living room.
 It was Cindy's voice. "Again? " she was saying. "You
 haven't gone limp yet? What got you so turned on?"

	Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing.
 She tip toed down the hall to the door and peeked in
 the living room. There was Cindy and Chris, completely
 naked, on the living room couch. Cindy was a year older
 than her son, and Heather had often wondered what drew
 them together. After this sight there wasn't much
 doubt. Cindy stood only about five feet tall. But she
 had a perfectly proportioned figure, red hair that fell
 almost to her waist, and the face of an angel.

	Heather watched as Chris slumped down on the
 couch and pulled the tiny girl, her back to his chest,
 on top of him. Chris said, "Never mind what got me so
 horny, just enjoy it." And with that he reached down
 and grabbed his rock hard member and guided it into
 Cindy's pussy. To Heater's amazement, it slid in
 effortlessly with a sticky liquid sound.  Heather slid
 her hand down the front of her slacks and began to
 caress her own pussy as she watched. 

	Cindy shifted her body slightly and turned her
 head. She locked lips with Chris and Heather could see
 that their tongues writhing about. Chris had one hand
 on Cindy's tit, softly pinching and rolling the stiff
 nipple. His other hand went to Cindy's clit and began
 to finger it with a steady light stroke. And his cock!
 His cock pumped in and out of her clutching, clinging
 cunt in a steady rhythm with his fingers. 

	They stayed like that for a long moment, then
 Cindy broke the kiss and grabbed Chris's muscular arms.
 Her head was thrown back and a low, steady moan escaped
 her lips. Heather ran a finger into her pussy as Cindy
 began to orgasm. 

	Damn, thought Heather, she was cumming already.
 Talk about being horny. As she watched Cindy's cum
 fluids washed over the lower half of Chris's cock and
 down his balls. Cindy's moans became louder and turned
 into soft screams of delight. Heather could see the
 muscles of Cindy's tummy ripple time and again as she
 spasmed through one orgasm after anotherr. Minutes went
 by and still he tirelessly drilled her.  	

	Heather pulled her top out of her slacks and ran
 a hand across her own flat stomach to begin to rub and
 caress her breast. As Heather watched, Chris wrapped an
 arm around Cindy and flipped their bodies over until he
 was behind Cindy doggy style. Cindy had her face buried
 in the cushions of the sofa, with her arms thrown out
 to the sides. Chris put his hands on her hips and began
 to pound his cock into the little girls cunt like a
 well oiled machine.  Then he looked up and locked eyes
 with his mother. 

	Chris's eyes grew wide and large as he watched
 his mother rock her hips in rhythm with her groping
 fingers. He didn't stop his fucking motions though. He
 was on the verge of another orgasm and watching his
 mother finger herself only added to his excitement.

	The feeling was mutual with Heather. She felt a
 fresh surge of heat through her cunt as she watched
 her son's slim hips slam his cock into Cindy's steamy
 pussy.  In only a few seconds she was shaking through
 a cunt clenching orgasm. At nearly the same moment
 Chris's head flew back and his face contorted as he
 spent himself inside his girlfriend. 

	Heather stepped into the shadows of her kitchen
 to put her clothes back in order, then she quietly
 stepped outside and made her way back to her car.
 Heather waited a few minutes and then tapped on the
 Mustang's horn.  

	In another minute Cindy walked unsteadily out of
 the house. As she walked to her car Heather could see
 that the glimpse of white in Cindy's hand must be her
 bra and perhaps the young girl's panties. Heather
 backed out of the way and smiled as Cindy stalled her
 own car several times trying to get out of the drive.
 Chris must have worn her out, thought Heather.

	When Heather got back in the house she heard the
 shower running. By this time all her inhibitions had
 vanished in a haze of passion. She threw off her
 clothes and boldly walked into the bathroom. She threw
 open the shower door and stepped in. Chris didn't
 bother to cry out or even turn around. He just smiled
 and said, "Hi, Mom, like the show?"

	Heather didn't know if he meant the show with
 Cindy or the one in front of her. Even soft, his cock
 was an impressive sight. It arched away from his crotch
 with the head seeming to dangle somewhere near his
 knees as seen from above. Heather said, "You did put
 on quite a show. Poor Cindy looked exhausted. It must
 have taken you forever to cum." She reached out and
 took the soap from his hand, then began to rub it
 slowly across her son's chest. "A big difference from
 the sudden explosion this morning. "

	Chris had the grace to blush a bit. He said,
 "Well...the more times I cum, then the longer it takes
 for each one."

	"I see," she said. "And just how many times did
 you do it today?"

	Chris took her hand and began to slide it lower
 on his body. "Well, let's see, said Chris. "I did it
 once before I got up this morning. And then the one you
 saw. I did it again in the shower, You really turned me
 on, Mom. And then, after the ball game, I did it with
 Cindy in the shower at her house. Then we went to a
 soft porn movie. Cindy couldn't keep her hands off me.
 She jerked me off during the flick. Then we came back
 here. By then it must have taken me two hours to cum 
 the last three times. "

	   Heather -(TM)s hand finally found itself caressing
 Chris -(TM)s beautiful cock. When she had worked it into a
 full pulsing hardness, Heather found that she couldn -(TM)t
 begin to  get her fingers around it. She lifted one leg
 and propped it against the side of the shower. It took
 some effort to pull his cock down to the level of her
 cunt. It felt as if she were trying to stuff  a hot,
 slick billiard ball into place as she eased the head of
 her son's cock into her pussy. "Don -(TM)t be in any big
 hurry,"  Heather moaned as Chris began to slowly and
 thoroughly fuck his mother. 

 END

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 WARNING! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day
 and age,  it  is just plain stupid to have unprotected
 sex with strangers.  This story  is  for entertainment
 not to be imitated. You only have one  body  per  life
 time... Take good care of it... Kristen
 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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