NOTE: This is a fantasy intended for the entertainment of adults.

"Dad! I wish you wouldn't walk in on me like that!"
    "What's up, son? Oh, I see what's up!" he snickered. "Spanking the monkey again, are you, boy? Nothing wrong with that."
    Wally threw a pillow over his lower body and rolled his eyes. "Geez, Dad," he sighed. "Well, then, will you let me finish...?" Problem was, in his little fantasy, he had the girl undressed and in his bedroom. If his dad wouldn't go away, he'd have to pick her up at her house and probably meet her parents all over again...
    "Only thing is, I thought we agreed that you'd get as many girls as possible in your room, here, so you wouldn't have to do it so much yourself!" said Chad, Wally's father. "You're what — eighteen, aren'tcha? Senior year? You're at your goddamn sexual peak, son!"
    "Yeah, but, Dad, finding a girl who's willing ... I mean, it ain't easy...!" pleaded Wally, hoping his dad would go away so he could resume his jerkoff.
    "Oh, bullshit!" barked Chad, giving his son a big smile as he tossed him his jeans. "Put these on and let's you and me go to the mall. There'll be pussy there that'll beg for your meat. Real high-quality pieces of ass, too, young man!"
    "Dad, it's weird when you talk like that!" letting the jeans fall to the floor as he tried once again to hide his arousal under the covers.
    "What's weird about it? That I like pussy?" laughed Chad. "Son, it'd be weird if I didn't like pussy! And tits. God, son, how I love big tits!"
    "Really?" said Wally, his eyes widening. "Have you...ever touched any really big tits, Dad?"
    "Jesus, son!" snorted his father. "You don't remember your mother at all, do you?" he said, his hand wandering down to his own package at the memory. "Joyce had the biggest tits in eight counties. And she loved showing 'em off. Every man who came near her wanted those big, big titties. But she saved 'em for me." Chad's eyes went dreamy, and his finger seemed to tweak the memory of his late wife's hardening nipples in mid-air. Wally nearly started his jerkoff again, whether his dad was there or not.
    "Jesus Christ, Dad! That must be why I like girls with big boobies the best," said Wally.
    "Fuckin' A right, it is!" said Chad, sentimentally wiping a tear from his cheek. "Goddamn it--thinking of your mama's big mams makes me horny. Let's find us some girls with big knockers! One for me and one for you!"
    "Are you serious?" said Chad, leaping out of bed and reaching for his pants.
    "Damn right I am!" said Chad, pulling out his car keys with one hand and continuing to massage his package with the other. "Let's hang out in front of that WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE store...."
    "Hang out? Dad!" said Wally, running after his father, embarrassed at the double entendre that his father probably wasn't even aware of. "Is ... is that the store that sells real big bras?" said Wally, now hurrying. "Great idea, Dad!"
    "'Cause girls who need big bras...." teased the father.
    "...are girls who got big tits!" laughed the son. They nearly ran over each other running for the car.

"Honey, I don't think I even know how to measure you for a bra!" said Lorraine. "You know I've never worn one..." she told her daughter, smiling wickedly.
    "Yes, I do know that, Mom!" giggled Julie. "And just look at your tits!"
    "Yeah, look at 'em!" Lorraine said, holding her monumental breasts high.
    "That joke people make about how if you don't wear a bra, your tits will sag to your knees?" said Julie, with great admiration. "You prove it's not true!"
    "That's right, baby," said Lorraine, running her hands around their considerable circumference. "My tits have been this big since I was fourteen, and they stand up on their own just fine!"
    "How come you never wore a bra, Mom?" asked Julie, with wonder in her voice.
    "Oh, your father absolutely forbid them!" said Lorraine with a smile, still feeling herself up as she spoke. "He loved that bra-less look. He loved the way they bounced, the way my hard nipples seemed to poke through T-shirts, the way other men would look at my tits with hunger in their eyes. He adored the way they jiggled a couple of inches up and down even when I was standing still, just breathing. He liked seeing the creases in my shirt. The way they made a big deal of the difference between my little-bitty waist and my big big tits, you know? The front of the shirt would be smooth — drum tight, except for the nipple poking through — and there'd be a hundred and twelve creases tucked into my tight jeans! Your father loved all that! I never wore a bra in high school because I liked the attention. And when we got married, well, they were against your father's rules!"
    "But Mama, I want a bra," said Julie with a hint of a whine in her voice. "A nice big bra would really help show off my nice cleavage," she explained, as she reached in to stroke between her mother's big boobs to illustrate.
    "Careful, baby," laughed Lorraine. "I'm no lezzie, but these big babies are so sensitive that anybody who touches 'em is gonna make my pussy wet! OK, I'll try to measure you so we can pick out something nice and sexy at that bra store. The one that's supposed to be for big gals like us! Pull off that T-shirt." Luscious Lorraine bounced off to find her sewing measuring tape.
    Julie peeled the tight, tight T-shirt off her own big round boobs. She sighed as she admired their smooth curves and massive size. She was glad she took after her mother in the boob department. Lorraine had told her daughter many, many times that her own early and massive bust development made everyone assume she was the town slut. So Julie's mother didn't disappoint them! She fucked anything and everything from high school on, and was proud to be a slut even today. Now she wanted her gorgeously stacked daughter Julie to follow in her footsteps.
    And eighteen-year-old Julie had the just the right kind of equipment up front to do just that.
    "Here we go!" sang Lorraine and she shimmied back into the family living room. Julie laughed when she saw that her mother had unveiled her massive titties and was holding the cloth measuring tape between them as she held them up with her hands! "Do you mind, dear?" asked Lorraine. "I just know seeing how big your boobies are will make my tits sprout big nipple hard-ons, and might even make my pussy wet, so I stripped off."
    "I don't mind at all, Mom," said Julie. "I think you look great. I think I'll take my pants off, too, since I can feel myself getting wet already."
    "Good! Air everything out!" said Lorraine, springing the tape out from its tit-prison. "What do I do first? I don't know nothin' 'bout no bras!" She bounced her boobies a few times to playfully illustrate her point.
    Julie stood slowly, her enormous tits bouncing ever so slightly, and undulating as her feet settled on the ground. Lorraine caught her breath, admiring her daughter's beauty and body. "Wow", she said softly. "If I had a dick, it'd be so hard right now!"
    "Thank you, Mom," said Julie, blushing. "First you have to measure my hips and my waist. So we know what my whole figure is."
    "Hips and waist? That means my face will be right up against your cunt, doesn't it?" asked Lorraine, dubious. "Shit. I am gonna leak pussy juice all over this floor, I know it!"
    Julie giggled. "So what? People expect that on the living room floor of two town sluts!"
    "That's my girl!" said Lorraine. "Okay, where does it go around your hips? Like right at the cunt, or just below?"
    "Oh, Mother!" said Julie, feeling a mixture of annoyance, amusement, and sexual excitement. "Maybe you should let me measure you ... since I read how to do it on the bra store's web site."
    "Ooooh!" squealed Lorraine, tossing the measuring tape to her daughter. "I like that! We'll get to see how big my titties really are!"
    "Good thinking, Mom," said Julie, kneeling next to Lorraine's curvy hips and bubble butt. "You know ... I don't remember much about Dad."
    "Oh, I know, dear," said Lorraine, stroking her daughter's short brown hair. "I miss him. His handsome face, his strong hands, his hard cock...! You know, in a way ... it's a good thing he passed away when he did."
    "Mom!" scolded Julie, wrapping the cloth tape around her mother's hips. "How can you say that?"
    "Oh, sweetie, if he'd been around when you started growing those big watermelons on your chest, there's no way he'd be able to keep his grubby paws off them. He'd be rubbing down your goodies with his hands and cock day and night!"
    "Mom!" said Julie. "I can't get an accurate hip measurement with your fingers frigging your cunt!"
    "Sorry, baby," sighed Lorraine, running her now soaking-wet fingers through her daughter's hair. "I was just picturing your father fucking your tits, and whooosh!"
    "I was picturing it, too," said Julie, half under her breath.
    "You were?" giggled Lorraine, still working her hand back and forth between her legs. "How did it make you feel?"
    "Like I need a hard dick and some grubby paws to maul my goodies!" said Julie with a smile. "Feel like going on the prowl, Mom? You and me?"
    "Oh, yes!" said Lorraine, almost shouting. Julie pulled her mother's hands away from her own soaking genitals. "But first tell me how wonderful my sexy figure is!"
    "Well, your hips are forty-two inches," said Julie, writing the figure down. "That sounds a little big, but I wouldn't worry. Your boobs are way bigger than that! Besides, I like your ass, Mama!" said the loving daughter, stroking her mother's smooth curves. "Now your waist!"
    "Okay," said Lorraine, almost in a whisper.
    "Mother," said Julie.
    "Yes?"
    "On the hips measurement, I was getting your hips and your hand. Now on the waist, I'm getting your waist and your wrist!"
    "Oh, my God," said the horny mother. "Am I frigging myself again? I guess I do need it bad, baby!"
    "I'll say," giggled Julie. "Twenty-eight. Not bad at all. Now, the tricky part. I read this on the WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE web site. I measure your rib cage, just below your big boobs."
    "Tits, baby girl, tits," corrected Lorraine. "When you get into this league — and you have, baby, a long time ago — they must be referred to as tits."
    "Okay, tits, Mom," agreed Julie, wrapping the tape just below her mother's wobbling wonders. "This part is confusing. It's part of determining the cup size, which really tells how big your tits are and how sexy your figure! It says ... thirty-five."
    "That doesn't sound very big," said Lorraine, reaching down to play with her pussy the moment her daughter dropped the measuring tape.
    "No, Mom," explained Julie. "That's your rib cage. First we add five inches to that to get your bra size. So you'll wear a forty something-cup."
    "Okay! Let's go get me a size forty bra!"
    "The cup size, Mother, the cup size," said Julie, sitting her mother down. "That's what really says how big your titties are. I gotta measure them. And no fair getting your nipples hard! That'll inflate the numbers."
    Lorraine pouted as she sat down. She kept tantalizing her twat with her fingers. "Okay, I won't play with 'em or pull on 'em," she promised. "But I can't help if they get hard just 'cause it's sexy to have my big-titted daughter measuring me!"
    "I measure around the fullest part of your bust," explained Julie. Lorraine took in her breath. "That looks nice, Mother, but it doesn't make them any bigger!" she chuckled. "You know, I think you're supposed to get the bust measurement with a bra on."
    Lorraine exhaled. "Haven't got a bra, Jules."
    "I know," said her daughter. "But I think it's just to minimize hang ... so that they're standing up! Maybe you should just reach under and cup 'em! That'll hold them up there!"
    Lorraine smiled. "I'll try." And she did.
    "Hmmmm, let's find you a man to hold these up for you tonight, shall we?" teased Julie as she wound the cloth tape around her mother's circumference. "Forty-six! That's good and healthy, Mom! Forty-six minus forty is six, so...."
    "Yes?" said Lorraine, dying to hold them up just a little further so she could lick one of her own nipples.
    "You are in the market for a brand-new 40F bra!"
    "Ooooooh!" said Lorraine, dropping her tits to her chest with a whomp. "Sounds lovely. So I'm 46-28-42. Not bad for an old slut!"
    "Now can you do me, or were you too busy playing with your pussy to pay attention?" asked Julie, stroking her big boobies most seductively.
    "Do you? Oh, you mean measure you!" joked Lorraine, taking the tape from her substantially stacked daughter. "I don't know, dear. I can't really manage this tape one-handed!"
    "Give your cunt a break, Lorraine ... what was that nickname the boys gave you?" asked Julie, giggling.
    "Lorraine, Lorraine, pullin' a train!" sang out the big busted mother. "That was when we played my favorite party game. As many guys as possible, and ... me! Okay, Jules," said Lorraine, getting on her knees to measure her daughter's hips. "Hey, hold those tits up, will you? They're bouncing on my head!"
    Julie stifled a laugh. "They are, aren't they?" she sighed as she lifted them skyward. "Oh, they want somebody to come out and play with them! And nothing personal, Mom ... you know I love you, but they want somebody with a penis!"
    "Just one? Your girls and my girls feel the same way!" agreed Lorraine. "Here, let's see ... your ass is smaller than mine! It says thirty-eight."
    "Good," said Julie. "You can give it a lick while you're down there, Mom. I know you're dying to."
    "Thanks, baby," said Lorraine, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now, the waist. Oh, god, Jules. That pussy smell is making me feel woozy! Your waist is twenty-four."
    "So I measure Really Big Tits-24-38! I like the sound of that," said Julie, raising and lowering the weight of her tits just for the fun of it. "Can't wait for the rest of the statistics! Mom, could we 'pull a train' together?"
    "You mean you want us to get a bunch of guys when we go out on the prowl?" said Lorraine, wrapping the measuring tape around her daughter just under her gorgeous bustline. "I'm not sure you're ready for that, baby."
    "Oh, mother, I've done boys on the bus before. All at the same time, I mean," pooh-poohed Julie. "The offensive line for the football team, in fact! It's not that big a deal."
    "Really?" said her mother in admiration. "Have you had a cock in your mouth, in your pussy, and between those big tits all at once?"
    Julie closed her eyes dreamily and briefly danced her fingers over her pussy. "Yes," she whispered.
    "I'm impressed!" laughed Lorraine. "There is no doubt that I have been a positive influence on my sexy daughter. Now let's see just how sexy...under the bust is thirty-one...."
    "Add five inches," said Julie. "Thirty-six."
    "Now, for the cup size," said Lorraine, stretching the tape in her hands in anticipation of the next measurement. "Hold them up, like you had me do! And go ahead and think of your daddy spraying them with his spunk!"
    Julie's knees nearly buckled at her mother's suggestion.
    "Jesus Christ," muttered Lorraine, still pulling the tape around the terrific circumference. "It's the same as me. Forty-six all the way around."
    "Wow!" said Julie, opening her eyes. "So you and me are the same?"
    "Not really," said Lorraine. "We take the 36 for your bra size, and 46 is...ten inches more ... that means we need to get you a ... 36J bra!"
    "A J cup?" said Julie, thunderstruck.
    Lorraine nodded. "J," she repeated. "You always want your kids to have more or better than you. Well, my Jules has bigger titties than her mother! Congratulations, baby." Lorraine smiled, but it seemed to be a sad smile just the same.
    "Oh, mother, it's nothing to feel deflated about," said Julie. "Look at your tits! Better yet, let's find some men to look at our tits! We'll go to the mall for bras ... but mostly for guys! Get dressed ... but not too dressed!" said Julie, running into her room, tits a-bouncing.
    Lorraine lifted her own bosom, immense by any standard. She looked down. "Can these attract a tit-man when there's a 36J cup around?" she wondered aloud, as she went into her room to put on something tight and low-cut that would showcase her charms. No doubt little miss J cup would be doing the same!

"Dad, did every girl you ever had ... even before Mom ... have big tits?" asked Wally as they drove to the mall.
    Chad sniffed. There was no reason not to tell his son the truth. "Honestly, son, before your mother there weren't very many women! I was too fucking shy. I had a pretty intimate relationship with my hand ... kinda like you do!"
    "Yeah, well, fuck you, too, Dad," said Wally — smiling, anyway.
    "Except once," continued his dad. "It was at a party. All of us guys had a shot at her. She took us one at a time, and then all together. Beautiful girl, with great big tits. Lorraine was her name. We used to say Lorraine, Lorraine, pullin' a train!"
    "Pullin' a train?"
    "Yeah, that's another word for gang-bang. Doing a bunch of guys all at once," explained Chad. "I was about fourth in line. Most of the guys fucked her, or fucked her face. But not me."
    "Yeah? What did you do, Dad?"
    "Fucked those tits. Goddamn, I love to fuck tits," said Chad with a sigh. "I'd like to fuck those tits again. Wonder what ever happened to her?"
    "Fucking tits," said Wally. "I love sucking tits, and feeling girls up...especially girls with big ones! But I never fucked a big pair of tits."
    Chad smiled at his son. "Today, we're gonna find you a big pair of tits to fuck! The bra store was a good idea, son. Maybe we'll both get lucky!"
    "Uh, but, Dad?"
    "Yes?"
    "Let's split up, though, okay?" said Wally. "Not too many girls my age are turned on by a guy who does stuff with his dad!"
    "Okay!" agreed Chad. "Though God knows I'd love to fuck a big pair of tits on a girl your age. Oh, holy shit, does that turn me on. But you go your way and I'll go mine."

"Ma'am, we have quite a few bras in stock in your size ... 40F," said the salesgirl. Mandy, said the name tag pinned to her breast. Lorraine wondered if this salesgirl wore the store's products herself. Mandy's breasts, although not as large as Julie's or even Lorraine's were certainly properly supported and attractively displayed. "There are white lacy ones, red ones, black ones...really low-cut ones...." Mandy seemed to focus on Lorraine's ample bosom as she spoke.
    "Ooooh!" giggled Lorraine, deliberately rearing her bosom up and down, noting the salesgirl's interest. "I'll take a look. Will you come back and help me, Mandy?" she said, flirtatiously.
    Julie raised an eyebrow. As her mother said when she'd touched her tits at home, Lorraine was "no lezzie", but she was having fun with this attractive young thing.
    "Certainly, Lorraine," said Mandy warmly. "Just let me talk to your daughter for a moment."
    "Sure thing, cutes," said Lorraine. She folded her arms under her bust and lifted them toward her chin. "We can't wait!" Lorraine winked at Julie. "I'll see you later, Jules." Lorraine glanced at a young man who stood transfixed at the sight of her daughter out in the mall, through the door of the shop. "Maybe at home, dear."
    Mandy looked long and hard at the way Lorraine's shapely behind wriggled its way to the changing room. Finally, she turned to Julie. "But I'm afraid we will have to put in a special order for the young lady," continued the salesgirl. "36J is ... well, it's outstanding. You are one lucky girl."
    "Thanks," said Julie, sitting down on a bench. She felt the warm firmness of the undersides of her breasts as they settled on her thighs.
    "If you'd like to leaf through this catalog to determine what styles you prefer," said the girl, about to place the catalog on Julie's lap, but stopping short when she realized there was no more room. Julie smiled and took the book from her. "I'll go get the special order paperwork."
    Julie looked at the cover of the catalog the girl had handed her. Fashion Foundations for the Fuller-Figured Teen. She set the catalog on the arm of the chair, stealing a glance at the good-looking boy in front of the store. There was no doubt. He was looking right at her. Right at those J-cup tits. Julie realized a lick of the lips or a wink would be wasted, as the young man was clearly focused on an area away from her face. So she reached around with the hand that wasn't paging through the book and gave a nipple a subtle little tweak, savoring the combination of arousal and power over the young man watching with rapt attention that she was feeling....
    She nearly laughed out loud when she thought she heard the young man moan.
    Quickly she turned a page, noticing through the corner of her eye that the young man was walking right toward her.
    "Hello," he said. "My name is Wally."
    Julie didn't look up. She looked right over, since this young man had placed his crotch at her eye level. It bulged and pulsed.
    "Hi, Wally." She giggled and blushed.
    "I came over to talk to you because I have never seen tits like yours in my life."
    Julie looked up at the young man's face. "Not likely to! They're mine." She playfully shimmied her shoulders, setting those funbags gliding over her thighs and jiggling like mad. Julie looked down to watch the action and then over to see Wally's bulge bulging even more.
    "Uhhhh ... can we go somewhere?" he said, shyly.
    Julie looked lovingly into his eyes. "I thought you'd never ask. My name is Julie. Wally? Let's not go too far! After all, we both want to see and feel the parts of each other that are big and bulging."
    "Fuckin' A right!" called Wally, extending his hand to help her to her feet. He gasped at her weight. Julie's waist and hips were obviously slim, so all that weight had to be in those remarkable boobs.
    She stood in such a way that the tips of her tits dragged sensuously up his legs and teased his package. Wally almost came right then and there. He marveled at her sexiness ... and realized that because of the prodigious size of her bosom, she couldn't possibly have stood up any other way.
    Julie came up to his chin, which meant that those heavy breasts were weaving back and forth on his stomach as they stood. His stomach and part of his crotch. Julie dropped the catalog without looking at it.
    She gazed into Wally's eyes. "I need this now," she whispered, punctuating the last word of the sentence with a forceful grab. "Let's go to the mall rest room."
    Wally couldn't speak. All he could manage was a dumb nod. They dashed from the store, arm in arm, with Julie pushing her tit around his arm so forcefully that its springy softness nearly hid it from view.
    The salesgirl emerged from the changing room, hastily buttoning up her blouse and straightening her "Mandy" name tag. "Well! Has the young lady found something she likes...?" She looked down at the discarded catalog. The salesgirl picked up the catalog and saw the departing figures of Julie and Wally.
    "I guess she has," she said mournfully. "Shit! They both looked yummy," Mandy mumbled.
    "Mandy!" Lorraine shouted from the changing room. "Come look at how this one looks! Oooh, get a load of those nipples!"
    Mandy took in a breath. "Coming, baby!"

Chad relaxed on a vinyl couch, partially hidden in a kind of conversation pit in the mall, in view of the bra shop. He watched with interest the interaction between his son and the startlingly huge-breasted teenager. He grinned broadly, both with pride at his son's directness, and with horniness at the idea of getting his hands on a pair that size. My God! Those tits looked at least as big as his late wife's. And the nipples stood out and reached through the thin fabric like two long beckoning fingers. Chad liked to think they were beckoning him...!
    "Hey, handsome," said a female voice. "Haven't we met somewhere before?"
    Chad jumped to his feet, hoping he hadn't been caught subconsciously fingering his crotch as he watched the young girl shake and bounce.
    "Uh ... hello!" he said, sweating profusely. He looked at the stranger and smiled. She had tousled long blonde hair and full red lips. She teased him by letting her tongue dance around her tongue and teeth as she looked him over. Chad worked his eyes down her lush, curvy body. His breath became short. Her ass was wide and curvy, her waist flared inward, and her upper body was dominated by two great big heaving breasts. Chad involuntarily licked his lips.
    The woman giggled. "I've just had a pretty girl working them over. And you know what? I'd like to have a man do the same thing. Touch them and taste them, big guy," she whispered. She stepped closer so that the two of them were hidden from view by a structural pillar.
    "Jesus H Christ," said Chad. "You can really tell I like 'em?"
    "Every woman who has these," said the woman, lifting her big behemoths in both hands, "knows how to tell the men who like 'em. We can tell women who like 'em, too," she said insinuatingly. "And you are definitely a man who likes 'em!"
    "Goddamn right I like 'em," said Chad, now subconsciously fingering his crotch. "Those are gorgeously ... fuckingly ... suckingly big."
    The woman took one step which placed the hard nubbly nipples of her big breasts on Chad's lower chest and upper stomach. "I'm Lorraine," she cooed.
    "Lorraine, Lorraine...." said Chad, running both hands along the undersides of her breasts. "Lorraine! Not Lorraine, Lorraine, pullin' a train?"
    Lorraine started moving her torso to and fro to tease Chad with the exciting friction. "I've pulled a few in my time," she said.
    "Umm — like at that party in high school? At Ron Gagliano's house?" said Chad, his eyes following the back and forth motion of Lorraine's bosom.
    "Yeah!" said Lorraine, surprised. "Were you there?"
    "I was ... fourth in line," said Chad. "My name's Chad."
    "I think I may remember you, baby," said Lorraine, silently moving his hands from the undersides of her breasts to her hardening nipples. "You didn't want my mouth or my cunt. You just wanted these, didn't you?"
    Chad sighed. "Yessssss," he hissed. "You do remember."
    Lorraine grinned inwardly. She didn't have to. That statement applied to at least eighty percent of the guys she'd ever done. "Yeah," she whispered. "Wanna go somewhere and do it again?"
    "Uh-huh," said Chad. Slowly, he pulled one of his hands away from her bust. He slowly, gently, and even playfully gave her left boob a little slap.
    "Mmm!" said Lorraine.
    Chad pulled back the other hand and gave Lorraine's right tit a slap, too.
    "Fuck," said Lorraine. "That's just what my late husband used to do!"
    "Yeah?" said Chad, winding up for another.
    "Uh-huh," said Lorraine, gasping. "He said it meant 'Get ready to have those big fuckers fucked, baby'!"
    "Well, that's what I want it to mean, Big Tits Lorraine," said Chad. "Fucking fuck! They're bigger than in high school, aren't they?"
    "Of course," giggled Lorraine. "Aren't you bigger, Chad?" she asked, grabbing his cock to check.
    "Where did you want to go?" asked Chad, slapping again.
    "Can't wait for a motel," gasped Lorraine. "Let's find someplace here in the mall!"
    "Yeah!" said Chad, slapping both of them at once.
    "Oooh!" squealed Lorraine. "Let's hurry!"

Julie cracked open the door of the ladies' room. "Nobody in here, Wally," she whispered. "C'mon in!"
    Wally looked nervously about. No one would see him. He chased Julie as she scampered through the restroom into a stall.
    "Lock the door behind you," she purred. She sat with her shapely legs astride the toilet, rubbing and stroking her massive tits.
    "Lucky you picked the handicapped stall," said Wally with a smile. "It's the only one with room for those things!" He started stroking his cock through his bulging jeans.
    "And check out the support handles," she giggled. "I can hold on to 'em as I go up and down on your cock!"
    "Julie, I wanna fuck you, like you said," said Wally, getting on his knees. The sight of her boobs looming over his made him sweat. "But I have never had the privilege of fucking a pair of tits. Any tits. I would soooo love to try it for the first time with a pair the size of yours!"
    Julie smiled. She was proud of her monsters and the power they had over men. She rubbed and fingered her nipples even more vigorously. "Okay, you can fuck 'em," she agreed. "But after you fuck me! You got more than one load in you, don't you, Wally?"
    "Julie, honey, right now I feel like I've been savin' it up since puberty!" said Wally, now lying down on the bathroom floor and shucking his jeans over his underwear-clad cock.
    "Oooh! I better take my pants off, too," said Julie. She stood up, but seemed reluctant to take her hands off her mammoth goodies. "Wally, honey, open the snap and take off my pants, will you?"
    "Ahhhh!" sighed Wally as his hard, rubbery dick hit the open air. "Okay. Geez, Jules, you smell horny!"
    Julie smiled. "I always do," she said. "Hurry, please. My nipples are going to burst through this shirt."
    "I know," panted Wally. "Can I take these jeans off over your heels?"
    "Yes!"
    "And how about your shirt? Will it go past those nipples?"
    "Just do it, for god's sake!" said Julie, almost in a fever. "I'll do myself until you're ready," she said, digging into her genitals with one hand while the other kept an iron grip on a still shirt-clad nipple.
    Wally forcibly pulled down her pants and had her step out of them. She had on high heels and a shirt--and the shirt just barely.
    "Get ready," said Wally. "You might have to take your hands off your tits and cunt for a second."
    In one motion, he pulled her shirt over her head. Naturally, it caught on her boobs, but they bounced heavily down as Wally threw the shirt in a pile in the corner of the stall. He held her by her tits and lowered her body back onto the toilet seat. This put his long cock in her face. Julie smiled.
    "I know it's aching to go into my mouth or between my big tits," she said, looking up at Wally. "But you gotta stick it in my cunt first! You sit and I'll put myself onto it, okay?"
    Julie could have suggested he suck his own cock at this point and Wally would have done it. This mammoth breasted blonde teen had him hot and bothered beyond reason.
    "Okay, Jules," said Wally, and Julie jumped up, bouncing her monsters on his dick. He took in a breath, but managed not to come. "I'll sit and you sit on it!"
    "Here I go," said Julie. "Oh! Let me face you, so you can slobber all over my boobs as I ride your cock! Oh, shit, Wally, I'm getting wet."
    "I can feel it," said the boy contentedly. "God, it's greased up and ready for me. Here we go! Pretend it's a pogo stick."
    "Mmmm, yeah," said Julie. "And I'll go up and down, up and down...."
    Wally loved the way Julie tits batted his face and her nipples dragged and poked him as she rode his cock. "Try and catch 'em in your mouth!" she teased. Wally did. When he caught one, he clamped his mouth around it hard.
    "Oh, God," said Julie. "Yeah. Do that."
    Wally sucked.
    "Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried Julie, giving a little yelp on every bounce. Wally grabbed those broad hips and bounced the big-boobed harlot harder.
    "Goddamit, I'm gonna come," said Wally with a mixture of ecstasy and frustration at his quick climax.
    "That's OK, sweetie, I know you'll get hard again right away," panted Jules. "Here, though. You wanted to fuck my big tits, didn't you?" Julie pulled her cunt off his member with an audible pop. She kneeled before him, holding her tits apart. "Let me trap that boy!" Julie clamped his hardness between her huge soft titties. She started moving them up and down, massaging that tube to a delicious and messy finish.
    "Oh, shit!" cried Julie, smiling and laughing at Wally's geyser. A big glob of semen struck her eyelash. "Mmm!" Another decorated the side of her nose and her cheek. "Ooooooh," purred Julie as the rest poured all over her glorious globes.
    "Oh, fuck," sighed Wally. "Goddamn, that felt good. I never even saw such huge breasts before, much less fucked 'em."
    Julie grinned. "Only a few boys have," she lied. "Well, except for the quarterback and the center that I did on the team bus last week."
    Wally's eyes widened. "Both at the same time?"
    Julie smiled to herself. There had been more than the two players, but she edited her experience with the offensive line so that Wally wouldn't feel too inadequate. "Oh, yeah, one between my tits and one jacking into my hair," she said as she scooped up the scum on two fingers and drank it down. "The quarterback said he wanted to fuck my tits because he liked being in control! I don't think he knew that I was in control that way. I could make him come when I wanted by tit-pressure!"
    "Goddamn," said Wally, breathing heavily. "You like more than one like that?"
    "Oh, sure!" gushed Julie. "I just love group activity!"
    Wally thought about that. His limp prick started to stiffen already as he pictured two big dicks hosing Julie down. He immediately thought of what his father said about big tits on a girl Wally's age. He knew his father would love to rub the head of his cock all over Julie's right boob.
    Wally would do the left one. After all, he saw her first!
    "Oooh!" squealed Jules. "You're already ready to go again, aren'tcha? Can I taste that?"
    Wally smiled. Without a word, he reached for the back of the blonde teen's head and pulled her onto his erection.
    "Mmmph!"
    "Don't talk with your mouth full, Julie," said Wally. "And when I'm ready to cum, give those boobs a bath again, wouldja?"

"In the ladies' room? Are you sure?" asked Chad.
    "Oh, yeah," assured Lorraine. "I've done it in there hundreds of times. In the men's room, they might call security. Women will leave us alone."
    "Wow," said Chad. "Didn't think I'd be trying something new at my age...."
    "Stop that 'at my age' stuff!" teased Lorraine, already pulling off her shirt as they entered the restroom. "I'm your age, and I still have something to offer, don't I?" she said, coyly turning from side to side to show off her prestigious boobs.
    "Damn right," grunted Chad. "Offer 'em over here!" he barked.
    "No, baby," chided Lorraine. "Let's go in one of the stalls."
    "Okay!" said Chad, following those thumb-like nipples that seemed to be wagging accusingly at him!
    "Lock the door behind you," said Lorraine, wasting no time at all as she pulled her thin T-shirt over her big boobs and her head. All three items were approximately the same size.
    "Oh, fuck," said Chad. "Jesus, Lorraine, they're bigger than in high school!"
    "Toldja," said Lorraine, childishly and playfully. She reached for Chad's hands and clamped them on, making sure they could grasp both nipples and a generous amount of boobflesh. Chad's mouth watered.
    Lorraine moved his hands around, since he seemed to be too thunderstruck to do it himself.
    "Oh, Chad, if you think these are big, you should see my little daughter Julie!" teased Lorraine.
    "Yeah, I know," said Chad, picturing the enormous breasted teen that his son had picked up, as he wallowed in Lorraine's soft pliant tit-meat. He knew that pneumatic youngster had to be Lorraine's daughter.
    "Much bigger than me," said Lorraine, toying with his cock through his chinos. "J cups!"
    "Yeah, they look like it," muttered Chad, remembering the young girl his son set his eye on.
    "What do you mean, 'they look like it'?" demanded Lorraine, still working his cock through his pants.
    "I mean ... J cups?" he said. "Really?" He crouched to get one of Lorraine's hardening nipples into his mouth like a cigar.
    "Oooh, yeah, Chad," said Lorraine. "Chew 'em like bubble gum!" She giggled. Fooling with a man who got hard over her back in high school made her hot...and made her act like a schoolgirl again. Like a schoolgirl who likes big dicks and tempting men with her boobies.
    Then again, she always felt like that!
    "You sucked me, let me suck you," said Lorraine.
    Chad smiled. "You gonna suck my tits?"
    "No, silly," said Lorraine. "I want this other thing that's getting hard!" She suddenly pulled Chad's pants to his knees, and did the same to her own.
    "Careful, Lorraine," said Chad, joking with her. "Ron didn't tell his parents we were having a party in the basement. Don't make too much noise, or they'll hear us!" He chuckled as the big-breasted woman slurped him down like a milkshake.
    "Ohhhhhhh," sighed Chad. He hoped he wouldn't come too soon. Maybe it was just as well that Lorraine hadn't yet taken off her shirt. Seeing those big tits naked would surely send him over the edge. Now he had to try and concentrate on something besides the curvy and gorgeous woman sucking his cock so he could hold out a little bit — but not concentrate on something else so much that he got soft!
    He found what worked best was thinking about that young girl he saw his son Wally picking up — who just had to be Lorraine's daughter. Chad just knew it. After all, there couldn't be two eighteen-year-old girls with J-cup tits at the mall in the same day! He closed his eyes and imagined that huge-breasted vixen untucking her T-shirt from the waistband of her tight jeans... and lifting it over her head....
    "Did you hear something?" said Lorraine suddenly. Chad opened his eyes the moment he felt that her mouth was no longer surrounding his dick.
    "No," he said.
    "I could have sworn I did," said Lorraine, thoughtfully massaging his cock gently to keep it hard. "And what about that smell?"
    "What smell?" Chad wanted to know. He wanted action, not talk.
    "I smell male ejaculate," said Lorraine, standing up and letting Chad's cock drop. "You don't usually smell that in the ladies' room. I think ... there's someone else in here."
    "Or someone else has just been in here," offered Chad. "And fucked right in this stall...!"
    Lorraine smiled. "Could be!"
    Chad lifted his own member and began tossing it up and down. He was pleased to see it was still hard.
    "Lorraine...." he teased.
    Lorraine took a step closer, again mashing her big breasts against Chad.
    Suddenly she felt Chad give her right boob another slap!
    "Oooh!" she squealed. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
    Chad grinned from ear to ear as he slapped each of her big boobs in turn.
    "Mmmmmmmmm," purred Lorraine as she shimmied down to a kneeling position. When she was kneeling, Chad grasped his hard cock and kept slapping her tits ... this time with his dick!
    "Okay, okay," laughed Lorraine. "He wants them to come out and play, doesn't he?" she cooed to his cock.
    "Fuck yes," growled Chad.
    "Okay, here they come!" giggled Lorraine. "Ready or not! Stand back!"
    Chad stood where he was, still fingering his cock.
    "I mean it, baby, take a step back," said Lorraine, looking up into his eyes. "They'll knock you over!"
    Chad stepped back, jerking his cock and licking his lips. "Is that why they call 'em 'knockers'?" he joked.
    Lorraine struggled to get her tight T-shirt over her big boobs — especially over her hard nipples. When she did, she gave Chad a warm smile and a sexy shimmy. Chad struggled to keep his stroking slow and even so that he wouldn't come too soon.
    "Now," purred Lorraine, settling her tits on Chad's chest and feeling his hardness probe her still panty-clad crotch. "What were you trying to tell me?"
    Chad smiled and once again resumed slapping each of her boobs in turn. "Time to fuck those fuckers!" he growled, and Lorraine growled right back. She got to her knees as Chad braced himself on the stall door. In a moment, her F-cuppers were clamped around his hard upturned cock. "You just relax," she cooed as she gripped her mammaries firmly and started a quick up-and-down motion on Chad's stalk.
    "Oh, fuck," sighed Chad, knowing it wouldn't be long. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...!"
    Lorraine giggled. "Yes, fuck my tits, fuck my tits, fuck my tits...." She spoke in a fevered whispers. "Wish you'd done this in high school, I'll bet!"
    "You don't know how many times I did, in my imagination!" countered Chad. He was close to an orgasmic stupor as he reveled in the combination of firmness and softness that enveloped his cock. He was humping harder and faster into the lovely Lorraine's luxurious bosom, and Chad leaned back to enjoy the sight of his prick surrounded by all that tit. Lorraine gave him a smile as she used her hands to clamp his cock harder in her cleavage. Chad smiled back and leaned against the door to the stall.
    At that moment, the latch gave way and Chad fell backwards into the restroom sink, his genitals flailing about, still eager to spew on his partner's boobs. Lorraine gasped and bounced to her feet to see if he was all right. As Chad struggled to steady himself on the washbasin, he looked to his side and discovered a young girl with even bigger boobs than his partner, naked from the waist up and working hard not to giggle! His hardness immediately evaporated in embarassment.
    "Jules!" cried Lorraine. "What are you doing in here?"
    "Same as you, Mom!" shot back the ravishing teen sporting ripe and ready J-cup breasts. "We thought that was you. We were listening," she giggled.
    "I'd know those grunts anywhere, Dad!" bellowed a male voice from inside the handicapped stall. Chad's son Wally strode out chuckling. "C'mon, Dad! Pull yourself together!"
    "Julie?" said Lorraine, thrusting her breasts forward and taking a step toward Wally. "You haven't properly introduced me to your young man."
    Julie smiled, thrusting her breasts forward so there would be no confusion about who was bigger. "Wally, the blonde with precum all over her big tits is my mom, Lorraine. Lorraine, this is Wally. I have a feeling you know his father!"
    Despite the fact that she was standing there in a public toilet with her breasts hanging out, Lorraine blushed. "Yes, I'm afraid you caught us," she said in a low voice. She turned to Wally's father. "Chad, stand up, will you? Let me help you up...."
    Chad smiled at the way Lorraine's big boobs dragged across his body when she bent over to help him up. "Thanks, Lorraine."
    Julie nonchalantly reached over and fondled Wally's cock as she watched. "Wally! You didn't tell me your father was so dreamy!" she teased her young lover. "Neither did you, Mom!"
    "Dreamy and creamy!" laughed Lorraine, licking her lips as she teased the head of Chad's hard cock with her knuckles.
    "Lorraine...." said Chad as he struggled to his feet. "Your daughter ... well, she...."
    "She's got big tits is what you mean, I think!" giggled Lorraine. "Bigger than mine, I have to tell you!"
    "I know, I know," grunted Chad, walking over to her, holding his hardening cock as an offering. "Um ... what did you say your name was?" said Chad to the young girl.
    Julie's skin had a pinkish glow, from her gorgeous face to the tips of her monumental bosoms. "Julie, sir," she whispered.
    "Julie, back up and sit that cute behind on the toilet," coaxed Chad, steering her toward the handicapped stall, where there'd be room for both he and his son. "Wally, come here. You and I are going to give this young lady a treat."
    Julie hopped up and down in her seat in horny excitement, sending the considerable surface area of her tits audibly slapping each man's cock as each one pointed at her bosom and mouth. "Yes!" growled Julie. "Feed them to me!" The men started hunching toward the two biggest object in the room... the ones attached to Julie's chest.
    Julie's mother Lorraine looked on with mixed emotions. She was certainly proud of her sexy daughter and the way she had every man in the room eating out of her hand ... or out of her bra. But she was monopolizing them! Lorraine wanted to make Chad spew and then she was dying for a shot at the younger man, Wally. She was sure he'd have a lot of stamina and other substances in him. Sure, it had been fun to have that cute salesgirl Mandy lick her nipples and suck her pussy, but Lorraine liked cock!
    "Oh, excuse me!" said a female voice from the vicinity of the door. "I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just wanted to use the ... Lorraine? Is that you?"
    "Mandy!" whooped Lorraine. "Come in, come in," she beckoned. Lorraine glanced over at her bountiful daughter as she whispered sweet nothings to the two cocks standing at attention in front of her face.
    "Lorraine, why did you run off so fast?" asked the vivacious salesgirl from the bra shop.
    "Oh, dearie, it's only because I smelled cock!" laughed the topless mother. "You tasted delicious, darling, but I longed for the taste of cock in my mouth, and I knew that Chad here..." she shrugged at the two men vying for room in Julie's mouth behind her, "was in the mall, so...."
    "I felt bad!" said Mandy, shrugging her dress over her head to reveal surprisingly full breasts. "I didn't get a chance to return the favor." She licked her lips and got on her knees to lick Lorraine's pussy.
    Lorraine shuddered in anticipation of a mind-numbing orgasm from the attentions of this attractive young woman. "Mandy, do you do men, too?" she asked.
    "Sure," said the salesgirl, wiping Lorraine's secretions from the back of her hand. "When those two are done, I'll take one of them in my mouth while your daughter eats me out...."
    "After that you could have one of them ram it in your cunt while you lick my pussy some more," said Lorraine, speaking quickly so as not to lose the thought. "The other man could do Julie's tits again. Then...."
    Mandy's oral attentions distracted Lorraine. Soon the only sounds that could be heard were Lorraine's exciting breathing and the grunts of father and son as they pounded young Julie's face with their cocks.
    Wally looked over at his father. It was true what he had said about how turned on he would be by a girl Wally's age with big tits. He'd never seen his father so excited. Chad was hunching his hips up and down, making his hard cock slap Julie's right tit on the downstroke and tease her laughing face on the upstroke. Wally took his father's lead and did a similar genital dance on Julie's left boob. Julie giggled and licked her lips. Wally hoped she would work over each of their cocks with her hands ... but it seemed that she couldn't get them out from under her J-cuppers. The way she was seated on the toilet trapped her hands between her enormous breasts and her thighs. Wally glanced again across the room. After Julie brought the two of them off, maybe her mother would like to sample Wally's cock...?
    Mandy the salesgirl lapped enthusiastically at her mature lover's pussy. She kept looking over at the trio in the stall. Mandy grinned as she imagined eating out Lorraine's deliciously top-heavy daughter ... but as much as the thought of serving young Julie some cunnilingus pleased her, the idea of chewing on the teenage J-cupper's big nipples turned her on even more! She looked at the two men making a fuss over the young girl. Well, they didn't look half-bad either. If Mandy was honest with herself, she would have to admit that she preferred sex with other girls. But a cock like those offered by the two men standing in front of her in her pussy once in awhile made for a nice change. After Lorraine gushed all over her face, Mandy thought she'd invite the older man to pound her pussy while she licked young Julie's tits all over...
    Lorraine eyed Wally's whanger hungrily. Her old classmate Chad was yummy and knew how to take care of a girl's titties, but his son looked bigger ... and longer-lasting! As much as Mandy's talented mouth was getting her off ... she looked forward to being pounded by young Wally.
    Chad was practically drooling at the opportunity to shake his cock in the face of titanically titted Julie, Lorraine's impossibly stacked daughter. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, while other fluids flowed from his person to Julie's jugs. He was having so much fun he hardly had a chance to think about who he might fuck next. That young thing munching Lorraine's muff looked pretty dishy, but Chad wondered if she played on both teams....
    "Whoops! Sorry," interrupted a male voice. A well-muscled young man in a tight uniform shirt was wheeling a maintenance cart into the women's restroom. "Cleaning crew! Didn't mean to interrupt...."
    Julie pulled each long cock from her mouth and spoke. "You get your ass in here right now, mister!"

THE END