Alison stretched her back, slowly pulling her wide shoulders backward and then forward, and slowly lowered herself, the inclined bench cool against her sweaty skin. She took a deep breath and raised her aching arms, grabbing hold of the bar hanging above her, adjusting her grip.
"Last set, Timmy. Ready?"
"Mmmyeah..."
She smiled to herself, hearing her little brother's mumbled reply. She heard his feet shuffle behind her, felt the feathery touch of his fist on hers as he adjusted his own grip on the heavy bar. At 5'6", weighing only 140 pounds, she wasn't counting on him too much as a spotter - which was why she was only doing 340 pounds today.
She curled her lip in frustration. All she had was her little brother, the brother who had been visibly lusting after his older sis for years... Well, it wasn't Kevin, but she WAS going to have some fun, teasing her nerdy little bro...! She flexed her pecs, making her tightly-packed breasts jump, the tiny sports bra barely able to contain them. She could almost feel her brother's eyes open wide as he greedily took the sight in, his small mouth opening, the pinkish tongue sneaking out, wetting the pink lips... she sucked her tummy in, her abs tightening into hard ridges, directing his eyes downwards, to her Lycra shorts, and to her mighty bulge... They were at home, in the small basement gym, and she didn't need to tuck anything away; and the thought of her brother's eyes focusing on her glorious mound - yes, this made her feel the dampness, the lovely dampness growing in her nether region, and a hardening of that more obvious feature...
She smiled again, hearing the sudden intake of breath behind her. Well, she'll have her fun with him soon enough - but now, time to work! Taking a deep breath she pushed the heavy bar upwards, off the rack, then brought it down to her chest, bumping it softly against her soft breasts. She held it steady for two ticks, and then - letting the air out of her lungs with a soft, steady hiss, pushed it slowly up, all the way up, till her elbows locked.
Two ticks - then down, slowly, bringing it to rest on the top of her breasts.
Two ticks - then, up again...
And down...
And up...
10 times. Completing 3 sets of 10. Not the hardest she had done - but definitely a good workout. She placed the bar on the rack with a small Clang! and spread her arms outwards, shaking her hands, feeling the delicious burn in her taut upper arms and chest. She caught the movement from the corner of her eye, and watched her brother moving around the bench to stand in front of her, his excitement showing on both his face and the small bulge in his pants.
"Wow, sis, this was amazing! 3 sets - you're getting insanely strong!"
Alison smirked, enjoying the rest and her brother's obvious arousal. She WAS getting crazy strong - she could lift weights way heavier than any 180 lb. male could - but there was one particular muscle that hasn't gotten any exercise for the last two weeks, and it was the main thing on her mind right now. She smiled sweetly at the 18 years-old virgin standing in front of her, almost giddy with excitement.
"Oh, I couldn't have done it without you, baby bro! You're the best spotter I've ever had!"
Timmy guffawed, unbelieving.
"Oh, come on! I did nothing, I had to be careful you wouldn't lift ME by mistake!"
She reached out with her hand, touching his arm lightly, noticing the way he almost jumped at her touch. "Well, it's the thought that counts. I don't really need Kevin to spot for me, either, but he does all those little things that really make me feel good..." Also some not-so-little things, but she wouldn't mention them just yet. "Like, wiping the sweat off my face, he's really good with it, so sweet..."
As she expected, he grabbed the towel off the chair next to him, holding it up enthusiastically.
"Oh, I could do...er..." Stopping, trying to hide his excitement, his tone turning nonchalant. "Sure, I could do that."
He tried to move to her side, but she spread her thighs wide, blocking him, giving him an innocent smile.
"Well, give it a shot, baby bro. I'm sure anything that jock can do you can do better...!"
She was basically channeling him, her thighs leading him towards her waiting body. He smiled uncertainly and started to lean forward, the towel raised to her face, but then he stopped and pulled back, his face darkening.
"OK, you're fucking with me, right? You're just trying to get me close, to, you know..."
Alison gave him her best wounded look.
"Oh, come ON, Timmy, I'm almost 20! I'm not going to wrestle you!"
In her younger days she loved wrestling her kid brother, trying all sorts of submission holds on him, enjoying her power over him, the way he squirmed and moaned in pain as she had her way with his body. Of course she wouldn't use her strength to torture him now! They were both adults, and there were better ways she could be having fun with his body... She batted her eyes shyly at him.
"I promise, Timmy, I'm not going to beat you up. I just miss Kevin so much, he always pampered me, like I was his princess, and I just... I just miss that feeling..."
She could see it had an effect on him, but he still stayed back, out of her reach, his eyes narrowed.
"Swear you're not going to try anything funny...?"
'Define funny, you cute little virgin!' She thought. But she said nothing, spreading her arms out, putting her hands on the bar above her, and smiled at him invitingly. He gave her one last, slightly-suspicious look, then moved forward, his legs touching the bench, and leaned forward over her sprawling torso, his hand gingerly going over her sweaty brow with the soft towel. Alison closed her eyes, smiling dreamily, and gave in to the sensation.
"Mmm, this feels so nice, Timmy... Mmm... real nice..."
Encouraged, his hand went down, wiping her flushed cheeks, following the round line of her jaw down to her chin.
"Wow, you're so gentle... mmm... Kevin always gets a little impatient, wanting to go down..."
She opened her eyes, watching the rapt look on her brother's face as his hand went down, sliding along her long, graceful neck, wiping her clean.
"Kevin couldn't wait to get down to my tits. You know how some guys have a one track mind... It's good to have my brother doing this, helping me out..."
She watched with concealed amusement as Timmy's face flushed, the play of embarrassment and desire on his face almost comical. He was sweating profusely, the sweat he was so efficiently cleaning off of her seemingly re-materializing on his own face. He hesitated, his hand now down to her pronounced pecs.
"OK... er, I think, I think that's good, I... I'd better stop now..."
She pouted at him, looking shocked.
"Stop? Are you kidding? I have a river running down between my tits, we need to dry it!"
Timmy stood up, looking as uncomfortable as she'd ever seen him, his hand hovering uncertainly above her. Significantly, though, he didn't try to back away.
"Com'n, sis, it's... You know, I don't want to touch your tits... it's... well, it's not, you know..."
Alison feigned surprise.
"Oh, seriously - we've been play-wrestling all our lives, and now you suddenly get shy with me? C'mon - it's something else, isn't it? What is it - my muscles? You're like all those guys who don't think a girl should be muscular? That it makes me too manly?"
Timmy's head was almost moving in circles, he was cringing so hard.
"No, of course not! I think you're beautiful, sis, you KNOW that! It's, well..."
Alison released her hold on the bar, and grabbed his arm. She looked at him hard.
"So, it's THIS, isn't it? It's my cock, right? You think I'm a freak, like all the girls did in kindergarten, you can't stand to be anywhere near it, can you? CAN you, Timmy?"
Her brother's eyes and mouth flew open, shocked at the accusation.
"Wha... No, Alison, you KNOW that's not true, I never thought you were a freak, I think you're beautiful, it never bothered me..."
He sneaked a look downwards, and jerked back in surprise.
"Oh! Er, Al - it's... Your... Your cock - it's showing..."
Alison kept her eyes locked with her little brother. She could feel her womanhood growing, stretching the thin Lycra, the tip breaking free. She held onto Timmy's arm, and slowly closed her thighs, bringing them to rest against the boy's legs. She spoke softly.
"You've never seen it, have you? I mean, without anything covering it..."
Timmy gulped, his eyes darting to the sides, trying to avoid her probing stare. The basement was dead quiet, and Alison imagined she could hear his heart beat. The house above was silent, though she could hear their mother's voice, talking on the phone, probably in the kitchen. If he called out she would probably come down, but Alison was pretty sure he wouldn't. She could hear him at nights, the slight creaking of his bed, and she had a pretty good guess what it was he was jerking off to...
Timmy shook his head, trying to regain control.
"Look, sis, This is inappropriate, OK? I... I don't wanna talk about it, I think... I think I should go."
Alison nodded, but held on to his arm. She moved her feet surreptitiously, placing them behind his.
"So - I'm beautiful, and NOT a freak, but the minute my cock shows up you want to run away..."
Her brother's face twitched, and for the first time he showed signs of anger.
"OK, you're fucking with me now, right? You know you're super hot, and you've got a super-hot boyfriend who loves it when you fuck him up the ass, so don't play games with me, OK? Just leggo of my arm, you promised no funny stuff, remember?"
Alison looked at him with new appreciation. It seems like her little bro had grown some balls in the year she'd been away in college! Well, that meant she could dispense with some of the bullshit... She tightened her feet's hold behind his, locking them, blocking his route of retreat. He looked at her, alarmed.
"Alison, what are you doing? You promised..."
Alison brought her second arm down, putting a finger against his lips.
"Relax, Timmy, I'm not going to beat you up. But... Don't you think it's time?"
Timmy shuddered visibly as she smiled up at him, her finger playing with his lip. His voice as he spoke was a little hoarse.
"I... I don't know what..."
Alison shook her head.
"Oh, I think you do. All the looks you've been sneaking my way... And you always really liked our wrestling matches, didn't you? You really enjoyed it when I held you from the back, didn't you? You weren't wriggling to get away - you were copping a feel, weren't you, you cute little pervert?"
She let go of his arm and gestured with her hands at her chest.
"Those two beauties..."
Her hands pointed downwards, towards her pelvis.
"And that magnificent package."
The boy's face was almost beet-red. He tried to move backwards, but her legs locked him in. She took his weak chin in her hand, and spoke, her voice a little softer.
"God knows you took your sweet time getting there, but you're legal age, now, nobody can say anything. Go ahead - take my top off..."
Timmy struggled, trying in vain to pull his face away from his sister's strong grip.
"Com'n, sis, this is... Seriously, it's not funny!"
She released his chin, and put both her hands on his hips. "You hear me laughing? Go ahead, take it off - you know you want to..." She flashed him a quick grin. "Trust me - that sight alone is worth the price of admission!"
***
Timmy shuddered as he saw her grin, his older sister's devilish grin that he knew so well, the grin that both terrified and excited him... Alison was drop-dead gorgeous, almost as beautiful as their mom, but she had that wicked streak that had made her torment him constantly, and one year away in college had not rubbed the edge off of it. She was always bigger than him, and much stronger - even before she began working out in earnest, to develop that insanely muscular body - and she liked to try various holds on him, choking him, rubbing her great beast against his helpless body... and he... god forgive him, but he grew to love it, the muscular arms wrapped around his neck, those amazing, hard-nippled breasts digging into his back, and that terrifying beer bottle-like cock sliding up and down his buttcrack...
"You're wasting time, Timmy. Just take my top off."
He started, trying to focus. This was insane, he needed to get away from her...!
"Look, sis, this is incest, we can't DO it, it's wrong!"
God, he hated how whiny he sounded! Alison shrugged, her hands sliding down his hips, the fingertips stroking the sides of his buttocks through the coarse fabric of his cargo pants.
"So? We're both adults, having adult fun." She squeezed his sides. "Go ahead, little brother, take your sister's top off."
She let go of his flanks and raised her hands up over her head, smiling that wicked little smile as she did. Man, she was so HOT, he thought - no girl that hot would ever want him! Sure, she was his sis, AND she had a cock, but - damn! Kevin would be back in a week, and he might never get this opportunity again...
Hesitantly he reached out, gingerly touching the underside of his sister's sports bra. The shiny Teal-colored Lycra was stretched to the max; she had lost a lot of body fat over the last couple of years, but she wasn't in competition-shape - not a lot of body-building competitions accepted women sporting 9-inch cocks! - and her boobs seemed to have retained a lot of their original mass, that glorious mass that he had remembered so well, rubbing into his back... A lot of her was spilling over into that Power-Girl-like boob window, squeezed inwards on her thick pecs. He glanced up to her face, still nervous, suspecting that it was all some sort of prank, but she just smiled at him encouragingly.
Timmy grabbed the hem, and started pulling it up. It was hard going - the fabric squeeshing and squeezing her unbelievable tits as he struggled to pull it up. She said nothing, allowing him to enjoy the majestic sight as it slowly revealed itself before him. He gasped in awe as the bra slid over her large, dark-pink nipples, and the heavy breasts fell against her midriff, the bottom pink-white against her tanned abs.
"Oh, wow..."
He groaned, his rock-hard dick hurting as it rubbed against his suddenly-tight pants. He pulled the bra up, over his sister's broad shoulders and smiling face, his eyes never once leaving the sight of her wondrous tits. She helped him, pulling the bra up and throwing it to the side.
"So, what do you think?"
He watched in awe for a moment, unable to speak. Those weren't GIGANTIC - a D, perhaps? He was no expert, though he knew they were smaller than their very-buxom mother's; but there was almost no sag, the bottom resting lightly on those brick-like abs, the dark nipples pointing up at him. He reached out gingerly, stopped midway, looking at his sister questioningly.
"Is it... can I..."
She laughed and took hold of his sides, pulling him closer.
"You can do anything you like, bro. Knock yourself out."
He was still hesitant, but his sister was apparently starting to run out of patience. She grabbed him roughly - one hand on his hip, the other on his back - and actually LIFTED him up a few inches in the air, then brought him down on her inclined body, his head smashing against the softness of her boobs. That was the ONLY soft thing about her body; her abs were like granite, making him feel as if his torso fell on a cobblestone pavement. But the most prominent object that met him was the huge pipe, snaking out of her bikini bottom, suddenly halfway up the way to her tits. He wriggled frantically, trying to avoid contact with it, but Alison was having none of it. The hand on his back kept him held against her, while the other took hold of his chin and forced it up. He looked sideways, unable to meet her now suddenly stern-looking gaze.
"Look at me, Timmy."
He tried to shake his head, but her grip was too strong, and he just clamped his lips defiantly. Alison was having none of that.
"Timmy, I'm in a very good mood right now, and you don't want to spoil it, right? You don't like it when I get angry, do you?"
Oh, he KNEW from long experience that he didn't! Reluctantly he looked up at her.
"That's better." Her grip on his chin disappeared, and left it resting between the twin pillows of her breasts. She smiled down at him, her hand stroking his cheek lightly.
"Timmy, you're not a little boy anymore. You're 18, and there's no reason we can't do what we've both been wanting to do for a long time."
Timmy could feel his little dick, rock-hard, resting against his sister's much larger cock, and he knew that what he was feeling was an insane thrill, a need that he couldn't deny. Still, he had to try...
"Yeah, OK, but... but you want to fuck me up the butt! I'm not gay, Alison, I don't want to do it! I just... I just DON'T!"
Alison nodded. "Sure - but, is Kevin gay? Is dad? Do I LOOK like a man?"
Well, Timmy didn't know anyone as muscular as her, but... yeah, he knew what she meant. He pushed himself up as far as she let him, and tried to reason with her.
"No, I know, but... You have Kevin, you have dad - why do you need to fuck ME?"
She snorted impatiently. "That's just it, dummy - I don't HAVE to; you're my cute little brother, and I want to taste that cute little ass, and I want YOU to feel what it's like to have a woman's cock in your ass. I mean, SOMEONE should teach you!"
He had so many more questions, but his sister was obviously done with the talking. Her tone turned brisk, brooking no argument.
"Now, lt's going to be dinner time, soon, so enough with the yakking! I want you to suck my titties while I take your pants off, and I want you to suck them GOOD, like a little brother should. Get TO it, twerp!"
He didn't care much for her use of the hated nickname, but something in her tone told him that he was better off not making anything of it. So he got to sucking, which turned out to be just as great as he dreamed it would be. He had never had a woman's nipple in his mouth before, but it felt so natural, it felt like he'd been doing it all his life. He started with the slightly-puffy areola, licking it thoroughly, then went to work on the large nipple, which seemed to fill his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, then his teeth, then started sucking on it, squeezing and sucking with his lips.
Alison seemed to enjoy it, moaning with pleasure as her fingers were busy with his pants.
"All RIGHT...! Mmmmm... That's what I'm TALKING about..."
She pushed herself and stood up, easily carrying his 150 pounds with one hand, pushing his cargo pants down his legs with the other. He moaned into her breast, his hands hugging her broad torso, as her engorged cock pushed against him, as if eager to find its way INTO him.
"OK, now - where did I leave my lube? Hang on, babe, this will take..."
"What THE HELL do you think you're doing?!?!"
Alison froze in place. Peeking over her shoulder, Timmy could see a huge figure filling the door at the top of the short staircase. Joan Bailey - their mother, appearing just in the nick of time to save her beloved son from being raped by his own sister!
Did he WANT to be saved? He had no answer for this. He gave a mental shrug and doubled his efforts, suckling on his older sister's tit as if there was no tomorrow; for all he knew, there might NOT be...!
Mrs. Bailey made her way down the stairs. She was a big woman - 5'11" or maybe even 6', with shoulders almost as broad as her daughter's and large, heavy breasts that swayed as she navigated the narrow stairs, her conservative workout outfit doing very little to hold them in place. Timmy, however, was fixated on the look on her face. Their mother was very obviously angry, even enraged, and he felt a thrill of excitement. Were those two Amazon women going to fight each other? Their mom wasn't as muscular as Alison, but she was a bit larger, and also very strong...
"What THE HELL were you thinking, Alison?! You were going to FUCK your brother? Don't you have any sense of PROPRIETY?!"
Alison, having apparently overcome her initial shock, straightened up, hugging her brother closer, one rough palm cupping his soft butt.
"Mom, he turned 18 TWO MONTHS ago! You can't expect me to wait forever!"
Joan now stood in front of them. It was obvious she was trying to calm down, her voice more quiet, but her rage still showed.
"I TOLD you I was waiting, that he was too small, but you KNEW I wanted to be his first one, how COULD you..."
"Seriously, mom, you're being so old-fashioned..."
"Old-Fashioned? Seriously? That's what you're going with? How about you're just a selfish little shit daughter who couldn't hold her dick in her pants..."
"Oh, come on..."
As the two amazons faced off, their word started registering in Timmy's brain. Did his mom just say... Alison has turned, and he could now see their mom's whole body; and, yes - there it was. Her cock - which he knew to be much bigger than his sister's - was clearly showing under her loose t-shirt, free of restraint and fully aroused... he stared at it for a moment, his jaw loose, the implications swirling in his brain, as the two Futa continued to argue, their words a jumble, incomprehensible...
He raised his hand timidly.
"Mom..."
Joan stopped her tirade and stepped up to him, her expression changing as if by magic, a loving smile replacing the angry snarl.
"Yes, baby, mommy is here..."
Timmy struggled to speak.
"Mom... you... you're going to RAPE me?"
Joan put her hand on her son's cheek and smiled at him warmly.
"Yes, baby, I waited too long, I'm sorry, I know how much you must have been waiting for this...!"
Timmy cringed under her touch. Did she really think... well, she was obviously presuming too much, sure, but... was she, really? He felt overwhelmed by all the things that have happened over the last 10 minutes... there was the whole hour before that, of standing over his sister as she worked out in her tiny outfit, her mighty muscles glistening with sweat, her tits almost bursting loose with every movement, her package always there, bulging and shining... Holding his naked body against her, now, her rough hand kneading his buttocks, her cock huge as it rubbed against his own, tiny one...
And now, here was their mom: the woman he had been fantasizing about for years, standing in front of him, her light chestnut-brown hair held in the familiar, loose bun, her green eyes filled with love for him, her great chest heaving - and her gigantic cock, which he'd at most seen rolled in her pants, dormant, as she worked around the house, now very much free and aroused - and terrifyingly huge, even hidden by the hem of her loose shirt.
"Mom, I... I'm not sure..."
Joan cut him off, impatient. "OK, we're just wasting time. Dinner is at 7. Where do you keep the lube, Alison?"
Timmy almost choked, trying to speak. She was seriously going to do it! Good god, he needed to DO something, STOP her! Alison, too, was taken aback.
"Com'n, mom, you can't be serious! You're too big, we need to prep him for at least a couple of days, use the butt plugs..."
Joan waved her hand. "Nonsense!..."
Alison hugged her brother closer. "Mom, you were, what, 10 inches back then? 11? You can't expect Timmy to just..."
"Alison, please! You're scaring the boy!" Joan smiled at him reassuringly. "Don't listen to your sister, baby. It's a bit painful at the beginning, but then it's just amazing and you'll love it and just want to be fucked non-stop! Here, look at those in the meantime..."
With one swift move, his mother pulled her t-shirt off, and Timmy's mouth - which was beginning to quaver with fear - dropped open. His friend Matt, who was considered an authority on such matters, estimated she was a 34DD, and he had of course seen her in a tank top, but the reality of his mom's naked boobs was so, so much more... They were huge, creamy, perfectly round orbs, spilling over her surprisingly flat belly. The large, pinkish-red nipples were pointing downwards, but it seemed that relative to her age and their considerable mass her breasts had fared remarkably well... He couldn't help himself; he let go of his sister's torso and reached out with both hands for his mom to pick him up.
Alison snorted in disgust. "You're such a slut...!" She slapped his butt, eliciting a yelp of pain from him. "Don't you think you'd better see what you're getting into, first?"
Joan laughed happily. "Oh, I think he knows, all right!" Her loose workout pants were nowhere as sexy as Alison's Lycra bikini bottom, but they were tenting mightily, the drawstring pulled tight to hold it locked inside. She now fumbled at it, and after a moment it gave up, its tight hold around her generous hips giving, the pants beginning to slide down. The beast that suddenly sprang up out of it looked like nothing of this world.
If Alison's cock was twice his own size, this looked like it tripled it. It was at least a foot long - probably more - and much, much thicker, thicker than a can of soda, much thicker than his arm... And it was veiny. Where Alison's cock was fairly smooth, almost friendly-looking, his mom's cock was a snarling monster, with a thick grid of dark veins running up and down its girthy length. Timmy pulled back at the sight with a stifled exclamation, for the first time as an adult knowing the meaning of true fear. As a kid he has been terrified of the imaginary monsters under his bed - well, here was a real one, and so, so much scarier than anything his juvenile imagination could have conjured!
Alison gave an evil chuckle as her little brother clung to her, whimpering slightly.
"Not so keen now, are you? Well, tough luck, because your mom has decided to drill you a new one!"
Timmy was crying now as he hugged his sister with all the strength he could muster. He raised his feet and locked them around her thick thighs, just under the perfectly globular buttocks. Oh, what he wouldn't have given to be fucked by her - just so he could keep his mom's Anaconda away from his poor butt!
Joan sighed audibly."Really, Alison... I'm sorry I didn't discuss this with you, I should have guessed you were dying to fuck him, too, but there's no point scaring the child. I'm his mother and I have the right and the DUTY to be his first. Just get the lube and I'll get it done and then we can ALL fuck him in peace."
Alison moved to the old work desk standing next to the wall, carrying the whimpering Timmy with her. She opened the top drawer, took out a large tube and tossed it to their mother.
"Yeah, I guess I fucked up, too. Should have just talked to you. Sorry."
Joan reached out and touched her daughter's shoulder briefly. But there were more urgent matters at hand; she squeezed a large handful of clear jelly onto her hand and started rubbing it on her gigantic cock. Alison turned her attention to her brother, who was now sobbing, his head on her shoulder, his tears running free. She hugged him close, hoping the effect of her boobs and her cock would calm him down. She stroked his hair gently.
"It's OK, sweetie, it's OK, it looks much worse than it is, and mom is going to be really gentle with you..."
"But... but... [SOB] she is so [SOB]... so BIG!!"
"I know she is, Timmy, but you're a big boy, now, you can take it..."
Timmy looked up at her, his tear-streaked face desperate.
"How?! I'm [SOB]... I'm five six, I'm [SOB]... she'll... she'll tear me apart!"
Alison wiped his face with her hand, her face serious. "Dad is five eight, he's not much bigger than you, and look at him. It's like mom said: it's going to hurt a bit, and then it's like heaven, seriously! And once you do it, we can fuck like crazy... Kevin won't be back till next Tuesday, and I promise I'll be fucking you every day..."
Timmy almost laughed. A mere 10 minutes ago the thought of his sister putting her cock in his ass was a blood-curdling threat - now it looked like salvation... but the feel of her body against his - the hard muscles, the soft breasts with their diamond-like nipples, the thick pipe of her cock; they all felt so familiar, now, friendly, comforting... He tightened his hug.
"Just don't... Please don't leave me..."
"OK, baby, come to mommy... Time to become a man!"
His mom was standing, her arms stretched out, beckoning to him. Now completely naked, she was at once the most erotic and the most terrifying sight Timmy had ever seen; smiling at him, as beautiful as ever, her luscious breasts with their red flower-like nipples inviting him to feast on her gorgeous body - but her humongous cock, shining with lube, on top of a pair of ginormous, glistening balls, all threatening to tear his delicate body apart... He squealed in fright and clung to his sister, whimpering pathetically.
Alison sighed and gave her mom a chiding look, but held off from saying anything. She patted her trembling brother's head, and spoke softly.
"I'm here with you, Timmy, I won't leave you, OK? This is what we're going to do..."
She walked over to the large bench press station, and turned, walking backward, straddling the bench. She stopped before reaching the overhead bar, and slapped her brother's butt playfully.
"All right, this is where you get off."
Timmy looked up at her, his face fearful, but his older sister was now in her practical mode - 'getting things done'!-Alison. She grabbed his sides, and without much effort tore him away from her, lifting him up in front of her, then placed him on the bench. He was on his elbows and knees, his soft butt up in the air, his face raised up to her, full of apprehension, looking so sexy that Alison was very close to changing her mind and challenging their mother for the right to be his first. Damn, he was so HOT! But, no, she knew Joan was right; she was the boy's mother, and she should be the one to fuck him first... She was just going to have to pray that the poor boy's asshole would survive their mother's monster attack, so there'll be something left for HER...!
***
Timmy was trembling as he awaited the devastating attack he knew was coming. He had been fantasizing about his mom and her cock for years, but he had never even imagined its true scale...
His sister was now sitting in front of him, her magnificent rack slightly above his head. He has of yet not had any cock go up his ass, but the other part of the package - sucking on his relatives' tits - had turned out to be as great as advertised; maybe he should just try and relax, just... experience those things as they happened, instead of working himself into a state of utter panic? He strained his head up to look at his sister's face, and spoke, trying his best to sound nonchalant and carefree:
"Hey, sis - mom is going to make a real man out of me!"
He was proud of the way he'd kept his voice almost level, with only a bit of croaking. His sister thought it was hilarious, guffawing loudly.
"Getting a little cocky, aren't we? Better hold on to me..."
There was a heavy weight suddenly laid on his back. His mother's pole - huge, intimidating and very greasy - landed on his buttocks, sliding forward through his upturned butt crack and onwards down his spine, and suddenly she was leaning down over him, strong arms planted on his sides, her great breasts squeezing lightly into his upper back and her face near his head, nibbling on his ear.
"I've been waiting for this for so long - I'm sorry, baby, I was stupid to wait, but I'm going to make it up to you..."
She gave his half-turned cheek a sloppy kiss.
"I love you very much, baby, and I'm now going to show you just how much..." She started to rise. "Hold on to your sister, baby..."
He grabbed his sister's chiseled midriff with one hand and braced himself, feeling the great beast sliding back along his back. He whimpered softly as he felt greasy fingers digging between his butt-cheeks, his mother gently playing with his back door, slowly prying it open. He wriggled helplessly, trying to pull away, but he was trapped between those two amazonian Futas; there was no escape, nowhere to run - his mom would not be denied...!
Alison took hold of his shoulders, pulling him up slightly, and he attached himself to her right breast, and started sucking eagerly. The fingers that were playing with his hole were now holding his cheeks spread, making way for a new player. He could feel a giant, bulbous, fist-sized giant pressing between his ass cheeks; his mother's monstrous glans was about to enter his ass...
He gave a small, fearful whimper, but never stopped sucking on his sister's delicious nipple. She cooed at him approvingly.
"Nice, baby, you're doing great... So brave... Yeah, that's it, play with your tongue..."
The guest at his back end slid back a little, then slid forward, bumping against his tiny, tightly-clenched hole. He almost laughed; there was no way that baseball bat-sized thing was going in there... They were just having a laugh at his expense...
Another slide-back, then - another push forward, bumping into him a little harder. He grimaced; yeah, he felt that - but no way was this real, he was not falling for it...
The fingers holding his buttcheeks apart suddenly withdrew, and then they were gripping his hips and he gasped as the next shove shook his body, the tip seeming to actually push slightly into his puckered-up rectum. Alison cooed at him soothingly, but he felt the panic return; this was a bit painful, if it went on, maybe...
His world exploded.
It was not "painful". Painful is when you stub your toe against the table leg, or you have a tooth extracted; this, on the other hand - this was like nothing he's had ever experienced. His mom's glans - that fist-sized, purple mushroom head - had broken through his tiny ring. And it HURT. It hurt like HELL. The pain - AND the surprise, because no way did he really believe it was possible - made him scream into his sister's boob, a desperate cry for help.
Alison put a hand on his hair and smoothed it lightly, clucking at him, her voice filled with sympathy.
"Oooooh... That part is the worst, your first time... But you're doing great, baby, the worst part is almost over...!"
He knew she was lying, because his mom was now pushing herself forward, further into his rectum, in short, powerful bursts, and her stem was almost as fat as the head, with those monstrous veins cutting into his delicate pipe... He whimpered pathetically, stopping himself from biting down on the nipple in his mouth. This was hell... He tried to wriggle, free himself, but the hands holding him on both sides were just too strong, and his mother was feeding her massive cock into his ass, pushing forward with short, powerful bursts, inch after agonizing inch...
"That's great, Timmy, really, you're taking mom's cock like a champ..."
He pulled his head back and looked up at his sister, pleading, his eyes filled with tears.
"It's... it's too... it's too BIG... I can't..."
Her eyes were filled with real empathy as she bit her lower lip.
"Oh, I know, baby, I know she is... Maybe, mmm..."
Her hand left his side, again, and suddenly there was a new sensation, as something new was rubbing against his chest and throat. He glanced down and saw that she was holding her rigid cock in her hand, bumping it against him, the pink head teasing him, tempting him to take it in his mouth, suckle on it... He moaned in pain and frustration. No, it was too much, the unbearable pain in his ass was just too much, he couldn't...
***
Joan stopped her thrusting, giving the boy a moment to try and acclimate to her size. Alison had of course been right: she WAS too big, she should have prepared the boy before actually entering him... But she had taken too long. Going against her best instincts she had put it off, afraid her enormous size would hurt the poor dear - and now, having seen her vixen daughter ready to take him, she was out of options. There was no way she would allow anyone else to deflower her own son!
She felt resentful of Alison, but she'd also appreciated the push she gave her, and the help she now provided, holding the boy and soothing him. But now it was time for her, as his mother, to take over, make the boy truly hers. She looked down at his perfectly round, smooth butt, impaled on her thick womanhood. She only had 4" inside him, and this is where it was about to get interesting...!
She pulled back a little and adjusted her stance slightly; her well lubed cock was held tightly by the narrow confines of her son's ass, but her new angle of attack had the maximal effect as she renewed her barrage. She smiled happily as the boy started writhing like a madman, gibbering unintelligibly; she had been fucking men for 3 decades, now, and if there was one thing she was perfect at it was hitting their P-spot...! She slid back and forth, feeling the small bump as she pressed down on the magical gland, purring with delight. She knew Timmy was still in unbelievable pain, his tight tunnel and tight ring not yet suitable for her immense girth, but he was also now starting to realize the magnitude of the pleasure to be had - as proven by the spurts of whitish cum he was ejaculating on the bench below him...
She was more than halfway in, 7"-deep into his rectum, and she knew all too well how terrifying the feeling of her womanhood sliding up a man's colon could be. She found the way men reacted to it to be almost comical, loved watching them panic as they felt their body's very anatomy being rearranged; but this was her beloved son, and she couldn't let him face this without his mother's loving guidance. She moved her hands up his sides, closing her strong fingers around his rib cage. She nodded at her daughter, who let go of her brother's shoulders, letting their mother take over.
Joan flexed her mighty cock, using it as a pivot, and then, slowly, lifted her son, bringing his back up against her body, bringing him to rest against her giant boobs - all with his ass firmly impaled on her mighty cock. She kissed his neck, then nibbled on his ear.
"You're taking mommy's cock so well, baby... I'm so proud of you..."
She kissed his cheek, feeling his ass sliding down slowly on her cock. She couldn't believe how good it felt... It was extremely tight, of course, but she had fucked small virgin men before, and this was about so much more than just having her cock go through a tight, velvety tunnel - this was her son, her beloved boy, and she was inside him, their bodies as one, her blood pumping through the thick veins running around her girlcock, pounding against the tight walls of his tunnel, the vibrations seeming to shake his whole body.
She kissed his neck again.
"Baby, you're making mommy feel SO good...! This is heaven... Can you feel it, baby?"
His sobbing has subsided, and he laid on her body, his head tilted back, panting shallowly as his colon was slowly but surely being filled up with his mother's inhuman girth.
"So... Mommy... so big... so..."
She hugged him closer, kissing him lovingly.
"Yes, baby, and you're taking it all... such a GOOD boy...!"
She thrust a little, unable to wait for his body to complete its slow descent down her pole, and laughed happily as she felt his soft buttocks come to a rest against the smooth tuft of hair at the base of her cock. She was now completely sheathed inside her boy - yes, now a man, a virgin no more, but forever her child!
She moved slowly, careful not to dislodge her precious cargo, and walked over to the full-sized mirror on the wall nearby. She stopped in front of it, enjoying the sight. Timmy seemed to have passed out, but after a moment he stirred and opened his eyes, taking in the surreal sight: the beautiful, statuesque woman, holding the much smaller boy tight against her body, his skinny legs dangling to the sides, his little cock spent, his small ball sack dwarfed by the gigantic sack it was resting on. Joan smiled in delight as she watched his expression, the wonder in his eyes. She knew she couldn't hammer him, now, couldn't pump his sweet ass; she was so, so close, any movement now could set her off... She flexed her cock, lazily, and the boy cried out in wonder.
"Wow! Your cock, it..."
He put his hand on his belly.
"Do it again, mom...!"
She obliged, adding a little thrust, and he laughed in surprised delight as a massive ramming rod bumped against his belly from the inside, almost sending his hand flying. She laughed with him, putting her head against his, and looked at his face in the mirror opposite them, locking eyes with him.
"I love you, baby."
He looked back at her, smiling angelically as the traces of shock and trauma seemed to leave his face.
"I love you too, mommy."
***
He watched the play of emotion on her face as his gorgeous mom smiled at him, her eyes full of love. He leaned his head back, resting it in the valley between her giant breasts, and gave himself in to the feeling of her enormous cock, lodged deep inside his ass. It hurt like hell - Alison was right, he was too small for his mother's insane girth! - but it was also an amazing feeling. He could feel her heart pumping behind his head, but he also lived it, shared as heartbeat via her monster cock... His tunnel was wrapped so tight around her girth, the massive veins seeming to be curved into his delicate flesh, that he felt his whole body vibrating along with the thundering pulsing of his mother's womanhood. She was moving ever-so-slightly, her cock pumping itself with almost no movement, seeming grow in size inside him; he saw her eyes lose focus, her shapely mouth forming a silent "o" - and then it was as if a canon went off inside his stomach, as his mother's cock exploded, coating his insides with her love...
It went on for what seemed like ages, her balls apparently manufacturing more and more of her potent baby-batter as she went on. He was soon exhausted, gurgling pitfully as his belly expanded steadily, the taste and smell of his mother's endless cum somehow pervading his senses. She was in a frenzy - hugging him with frightening force, kissing his neck and cheeks; he finally managed to half-turn his head, begging her pathetically to stop, but she immediately pounced on his mouth, silencing him with her lips and aggressive tongue as her super-cock ravished his insides... He lost any sense of time and space as he was bombarded from inside and outside: the strong arms holding him in a bear hug, the large, pliant breasts his back was pushed into with their engorged nipples, the hot lips and the leathery tongue assaulting his mouth... But first and foremost, there was the immense battering ram that was embedded deep inside his entrails, stretching his tiny back hole impossibly, exploding again and again and again, rocking his small body, filling him with indescribable amounts of hot white magma...
It was... Heavennnn...
***
"...do you think he's OK?"
"OK? I think he's PERFECT...!"
"You know what I mean..."
"Don't worry, he's... Oh, there, see? His head is moving..."
Something was... different. Unnatural... There was something... missing.
His mom was still holding him, but... He was now laying on her, his head on her shoulder, those heavenly breasts now against his chest, the nipples noticeably softer, har large palms holding his buttocks. And there was a huge emptiness inside of him, as if a part of him had been removed...
Her cock.
His mother's huge, beautiful, veiny monster...
It wasn't inside him.
He wasn't 'empty' - his belly felt like it was about to explode - but... his butt, his whole nether regions - empty...
He could feel something pressing against him, large and sticky and soft and warm. He moved his hand, squeezing it between their two bodies, exploring, tracing the veiny side of his mother's cock with his finger. Wow... It seemed to be completely spent, yet its size was unreal - 6? 7 inches? How did she keep it hidden in public? She must have had all sorts of contraptions, tricks to...
"You OK, baby? Alison got some water for you..."
He looked up at her, and was met by a gentle smile.
"Drink up, baby, you've received quite a bit of a shock..."
He felt the cold touch of his sister's water bottle on his shoulder. "Here, tiger - drink up, you need to stay hydrated!"
He glanced to the side, taking in the awe-inspiring visage of his sister's Amazonian figure. She smiled at him.
"You OK, baby bro? You don't look so hot..."
He snarled at her - or, rather, meowed; he really wasn't feeling so hot - what with his belly being filled to bursting, and the tearing pain in his asshole... But he was now A MAN, and you don't baby talk to a man...! He reached out with his hand, took the proffered bottle and took a long swig, the two women watching him in silence. He almost emptied the bottle, and handed it back. He laid his head on his mother's chest, hugging her soft curves. Eyes closed, he asked:
"Mom, can Alison please fuck me before dinner?"
There were a few seconds of stunned silence, and then the two Futa broke out laughing.
"Oh my god, mom, we have another cock-slut in the house!"
His mom kissed his brow softly. "No, sweetie, I'm afraid that not quite yet she can't... you've suffered a lot of contusions and you're bleeding, you need to let it heal for at least a couple of days..."
He felt his sister's hand on his shoulder. "It sucks, I know, but mom's right. We'll see how you are, Thursday morning, maybe I'll show you then what a REAL fucking feels like..."
Their mom laughed. "Well, I deserved that. I was so afraid of breaking him..."
Alison snorted. "Great. And now I'm horny as fuck..."