Being a size queen, I'm always checking out guys' cocks through their pants. I can't help noticing that my daughter's boyfriend, Trent, has an obviously huge dick, and while my daughter sunbathes by the pool one day, he pulls it out and I give him a blowjob in the kitchen. After that Trent and I find opportunities to suck and fuck until he and Sara go off to college.
I guess I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. No matter what situation I found myself in, I’d always be checking out men’s crotches to see if I could make out the outlines of cocks in their pants. It didn’t even matter if the situation wouldn’t allow me to get my hands on it…like at the grocery store, or at the airport…I just really appreciated impressive dicks.
My name is Teri, and I’m an attractive brunette with a great body, including natural 36E tits, a tight ass, and shapely legs…I grew boobs early, so even when I was younger I never had any problems getting my hands on any cock I was interested in. I fucked my way through high school, and then my first three years at university, searching for that perfect penis. When I met Steve in my senior year at college, I thought I’d found it…his prick was easily 10” long, and one of the thickest I’d seen. I couldn’t keep my hands off it, and I fell in love immediately. We got married right after we graduated and had a daughter, Sara, about a year later. Steve and I had a decent life for a while, but we divorced just about when Sara was entering high school, and I raised her by myself after that.
Sara was a beautiful girl…she really blossomed in high school. She was athletic and had a perfect body, with perky C-cup tits that seemed to defy gravity, but had a sexy bounce to them whenever she went braless. She had lots of friends, and always seemed to have a boyfriend in tow.
I loved meeting Sara’s boyfriends…they were always attractive young guys who shared Sara’s love for sports, so typically had great bodies and fun personalities. Naturally, I couldn’t help but check out their packages whenever they were over at the house, and especially when they were clowning around in the pool. I had dated plenty since getting divorced, and had my share of hard dicks to choose from, but there was something about being around handsome, young men and their big cocks that always got my juices flowing.
In her senior year, Sara started dating Trent, who became her steady boyfriend. I almost fell all over myself when I met him…he was handsome and well-built, with a winning smile…and had the most obvious big dick I’d ever seen. Whenever he came by to visit Sara, I would always check out the impression of his thick shaft through his pants or shorts. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I could barely take my eyes off it. I knew Sara was getting stuffed with Trent’s prick regularly because she had a constant smile on her face, and she made loosely veiled references to Trent’s big cock during our mother/daughter conversations.
One day Trent was over the house visiting Sara, and the three of us were out by the pool. I was lying on a chaise lounge in a two piece bikini reading a book, while Sara and Trent played and swam in the pool. Every time Trent climbed out of the pool, I couldn’t help but notice that his wet swim trunks clung to his cock and ass cheeks like a second skin. I could see the clear outline of his entire penis hanging down one leg of his bathing suit, as well as the large bulbous tip at the end of his shaft. I could even tell he was circumcised, which aroused me even more, since I definitely preferred that when it came to cocks.
I tried to be unobtrusive as I eyed the shape of his dangling prick every time he climbed onto the deck, but I’m not sure it was working. Even though I kept my book opened, I was actually watching Trent in the pool, waiting for the next time he’d climb onto the deck with his impressive cock outlined by the wet fabric of his swim trunks. I could feel my pussy getting moist and my clitoris starting to tingle, so I decided to go into the house for some iced tea to give myself a break….I was even considering running upstairs to rub out a quick one just to get some badly needed relief.
As I stood at the counter pouring a glass of iced tea, I heard the patio door open and looked up as Trent joined me in the kitchen, with his wet trunks clinging to his legs.
He said, “Hey Mrs. B….I was thinking the same thing. I could really use a glass of iced tea.”
Forcing myself to keep my eyes above his waistline, I said “Of course….I should’ve asked you when I came in. Does Sara want some, too?”
He replied, “No, she’s laid out on one of the chaise lounges…she said she wants to tan for about 30 minutes. I think she’s already fallen asleep.”
As he said this, Trent stepped over to where I stood by the counter and leaned up against me as he reached above my head for a tall glass from the cupboard. By leaning in like this he was squashing my soft boobs against his torso, while rubbing his wet swim suit against my bare leg. I could feel the firmness of his shaft against my leg, and he seemed to be intentionally pressing it against me as he took much longer to get a glass than was necessary.
When he finally got his glass, he took a step away, which allowed my tits to swing free again after he’d been pressing against them. I smiled to myself when I saw his eyes drift to my swaying breasts as he handed me his glass so I could pour his drink from the pitcher. I poured his iced tea, then turned back to him and handed him his glass, my eyes involuntarily darting down to his swim trunks. The outline of his cock was more pronounced, and it was starting to create a tent in his swim trunks.
My eyebrows shot up, then I glanced up to meet his eyes…he had a huge smile on his face and said, “Well….do you want to take a look at it?”
Blushing, I said, “Trent….what are you talking about?”
He laughed and said, “Mrs. B…I see you checking out my cock every time I come over…would you like to see it?”
Blushing even harder, I hemmed and hawed, then stammered, “N-N-No, of course not….what about Sara?”
He laughed again, pulled his wet trunks down to his knees, allowing his engorged dick to spring out, and said, “She’s already seen it….a lot.”
I was mesmerized. It was even more impressive than I’d thought. His semi-hard dick stuck out from his hips. It had a soft bend to the shaft, with the tip of his cock pointing at the floor.
Without thinking, I reached for it with my hand, saying, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Trent,” but automatically began slowly stroking his stiffening pole.
As I ran my hand up and down the length of his prick, Trent untied my bikini top and tossed it on the counter, allowing my boobs to swing free and sway in between us. He reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand, then lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth for a few seconds, before doing the same with the other one.
I continued jerking his cock until it had grown to its full 11” and was sticking straight out from his torso. Once he was fully erect, he pushed me down to my knees and shoved the tip of his engorged prick toward my mouth.
I couldn’t help it….I started sucking.
He leaned back against the counter, with his hands behind him for support, as I bobbed my head back and forth on his rigid pole, stroking his shaft with one hand and fondling his nutsack with the other. After sucking and stroking for a while, I pulled his stiff rod out of my mouth and just admired it for a minute as I continued running my hand up and down its impressive length.
Trent moaned and rocked his hips into my pumping fist, as he reached down between us and began squeezing my swaying breasts, occasionally finding and tweaking my nipples with his fingers.
I sucked the tip of his cock back into my mouth, and resumed bobbing my head back and forth on his glistening shaft. After only a few more minutes, Trent caught his breath, then let out a moan and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face hard into his groin, as he blasted a huge load of cum down the back of my throat. He kept rocking his hips and moaning, as I swallowed his load, then continued to stroke his cock, pumping more spunk into my mouth until his nutsack was finally empty.
As I licked his still semi-hard shaft and sucked the final drops of cum off the tip of his dick, Trent grabbed both of my swinging boobs and said, “Wow, Mrs. B…that was amazing!”
Still somewhat hypnotized by the sheer size of his softening prick, I continued to gently stroke his glistening pole and – unable to take my eyes off it – said, “This….this is amazing, Trent. I’m kind of surprised that Sara can handle all of this…she’s so petite.”
Trent chuckled and said, “Well, she can’t handle all of it, but it’s not for lack of trying. I can get about two thirds of it inside her before it bottoms out. I don’t want to hurt her so that’s as far as I go.”
Still softly massaging his flaccid penis, I said, “You’re a sweet boy, Trent.” Then I released his soft prick and gave it a playful slap, watching it swing back and forth between his legs for a few seconds.
When I was done enjoying the view, I pulled his swim suit up as I stood, being careful to tuck his shaft down one leg of his trunks. Then I pulled his hands off of my boobs and grabbed my bikini top from the counter behind me.
As I tied it back in place and pulled the small bits of fabric over the top of my tits to cover my nipples, I said, “We need to keep this a total secret, Trent. Not a word to Sara. It would break her heart.”
“Of course, Mrs. B….I wouldn’t want to hurt Sara for the world. We’ll just keep this between us.”
I nodded my agreement, then glanced down and patted the outline of his cock in his bathing trunks, before leading us back out to the patio where Sara was sleeping on a chaise lounge.
Trent stayed over for dinner later that day and everything returned to “normal”. Trent and I exchanged the odd glance now and then, but kept our secret well-hidden.
The next day was Friday, and Trent and Sara drove home from school together, since they had a date planned for that evening. When they walked through the front door, I was sitting in the living room reading a book. Sara tossed her books on the table in the hallway, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said she was heading upstairs to shower and get ready for her date.
As Sara headed upstairs, Trent came into the living room and said, “Hi, Mrs. B…long time; no see.” We both laughed at his little joke, then he plopped down on the sofa and flipped on the TV as I went back to reading my book.
When we heard the shower turn on, Trent got up from the sofa and walked over to where I was sitting and stood directly in front of me. He pulled down his zipper, fished out his enormous cock and pulled it out of his jeans, slowly stroking it in front of my face.
With a shit-eating grin on his face, he said, “It takes her almost an hour to get ready, so we should have time for a quickie.”
I laughed, put my book on the end table, and replaced his hand with mine, gently stroking his shaft as I said, “You’re such a little shit, Trent. By the way – if you think Sara will be ready in an hour, you’re kidding yourself. We definitely have time for a quickie.”
With that I pulled the tip of his prick into my mouth and began sucking on it. As I blew him, I jerked his growing shaft with one hand, then pulled his balls out through his unzipped fly and began massaging them with my other hand.
Meanwhile Trent had unbutton the top of my sundress and pulled my heavy breasts out of my bra so that they swung freely in front of me, swaying in rhythm with my bobbing head.
In no time he was fully erect and rocking his hips into my pumping fist. After a minute or two, Trent released my boobs, put his hands on my shoulders and pulled my up to my feet. Then he spun me around to face the couch and roughly pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the sofa cushions, with my hands on the back of the sofa to hold me up, and my naked boobs swinging freely beneath my chest. He nudged my knees apart until my legs were spread wide, then he flipped the back of my sundress onto my lower back and pulled my panties down to the middle of my thighs. With one hand on my hip, Trent grabbed his engorged prick with the other hand, lined it up with my dripping wet pussy, and slammed it into me as far as it would go.
Oh, my God, it felt fantastic! I let out a groan….much louder than I intended…but thankfully we could still hear the shower running upstairs, so I knew Sara could not have heard me over the running water.
Trent chuckled and said, “Wow, Mrs. B….I’m impressed. I’m balls deep in your pussy! You’re the first woman who’s ever been able to take my entire cock.”
He picked up the pace and pounded me from behind in earnest, filling me with his huge dick and making my heavy boobs flop around underneath me, crashing into each other with every thrust. I grunted with each forward stab of his cock and, with his nutsack banging up against my throbbing clitoris, I felt a huge orgasm building between my legs.
I pushed my face into the cushions on the back of the couch to stifle my grunts, murmuring, “Holy shit, Trent….uhnnn….uhnnn….God, that feels great….uhnnn….keep going….uhnnn….uhnnn…yeah, just like that….yeah, yeah….aaaahhhhh…..hmmmmm….oh, fuck, yeah…..aaaaahhhhhh…..God, yes…..hmmmm….”
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the throes of my climax as it coursed through my body from nipple to clit, and back again. When my legs finally stopped shaking, I turned my head back over my shoulder and said, “Hurry up, Trent….you need to finish before Sara turns off the shower.”
He really didn’t need any encouragement….he was slamming his dick in and out of my pussy like a jackhammer and, with his hands on my hips, he suddenly shoved his cock as far into me as he could and grunted, blasting several ropes of cum all over the inside of my cunt. He pumped his hips a few more times, emptying his nutsack and spewing a few final streams of jizzm into me, as he caught his breath and enjoyed his orgasm.
Just then we heard the shower turn off, so our timing turned out to be just about perfect.
Trent quietly slipped his still semi-hard dick out of my vagina, and I spun around and licked his shaft clean while he massaged my dangling breasts. Next I grabbed a towel from the kitchen and cleaned up between my legs, before using it to wipe off Trent’s glistening prick, then tucking it back inside his jeans.
As I pulled up his zipper, I looked at Trent and asked, “What about your date with Sara? Will you have anything left for her?”
He let out a laugh and said, “Are you kidding me? My cock will be hard again before we get to the restaurant tonight.”
I laughed with him, shaking my head, and said, “Of course it will be….that’s how it is with you young people.” Then I grabbed my book and settled back down on the sofa where I had been sitting earlier.
By the time Sara came downstairs, my dress and panties were back in place and I was reading my book while Trent impatiently scanned the channels on the TV. Sara gave me a kiss on the cheek, then she and Trent headed out to their Friday night date.
Sara and Trent dated all through their senior year, so I ended up seeing a lot of Trent. Over their final year in high school, Trent and I found several opportunities to grab a quickie, a blowjob or a handjob whenever the situation allowed. Sometimes we’d sneak off for a few minutes when he was at the house swimming in the pool or visiting Sara over a weekend. During Sara’s volleyball season, he would come over and fuck me while he waited for Sara to get home after practice, or I’d give him a blowjob while he waited for her to get ready for their dates.
After high school, Sara attended an out of state university, while Trent went to a local college. The whole time Trent was in college, he’d stop by my place for a quick fuck or a blowjob whenever neither one of us had a date for the night.
Sara was dating while she attended college, but when she came home for summer vacations and holidays, she and Trent would still hook up. Surprisingly, they ended up back together when they both finished their degrees, and two years later they got married, moving to a town about forty minutes away. About a year after that, I got re-married, too.
After that, whenever we got together for family events, Trent still loved to squeeze my boob or pinch a nipple when no one was looking, and I still thought his dick was the most beautiful one I’d ever seen. I loved finding odd moments when I could spend a few minutes with his cock in my hand or in my mouth….or on those increasingly rare occasions, with it pounding my pussy to orgasm. Even when we can’t slip away for a quickie during family gatherings, I can still check out his crotch and see the outline of his impressive cock stuffed down one leg of his pants….and sometimes that’s enough.