Mother or Daughter?

I came hard between her large, pert tits. She pushed them hard onto my cock and smiled sweetly at me as her chin, face, breasts, and her hair were covered in my very insistent lust for her.

My cock is large, long, actually awkward for some women to take, but the kind of thing that looks good in porn, and if you were to hold it in your hands, would make you melt with satisfaction. I am an iron rod as thick as your arm, and getting to know it well is a pleasure for women, even if it can be tricky for the average lady once I try putting it inside them.

Tit wanks are a great way to go if you can’t manage me. And that’s what I was giving her. No lube there, just the sweat from her body. Not everyone likes a woman who sweats, but I go crazy for it. Perhaps it’s a bit chicken and egg, but it helps with all the gym time I do to see the women on their immobile bikes, stationary running, weight pulls that show off their underarms, all for me to get through two hours of hard work a little more easily.

And, chances are, if they recognise me, or if they just want a man with muscle for once in their lives, that I’ll have another hour’s workout afterwards. Maybe in their car, maybe in their marital bed, possibly back at mine. If we’re really in a hurry, the disabled toilets at the gym will do.

You’d be surprised how quickly a lot of women can go from “Hello” to deep throating you like they’ve never had to deep throat anyone else ever before. Three minutes is probably my record. It doesn’t surprise me, but I know you’d be shocked.

I am a male slut for sure. But don’t worry, when you look like me, there is no shortage of female sluts to match you fuck for fuck.

So why the hell am I jerking myself off tonight? Why indeed.

I’m not with a woman with pert, huge tits, the holy grail of boobs. Yeah, you can get the fake versions, and I love them, of course. In my line of work, you get a lot. But large tits rarely stay upright that long. Another reason I like the gym. The only way to keep them up there, ladies!

Nah, best way is to get them young. Nah! Woo! Don’t panic, moral majority. Not that young! I mean eighteen plus. And yeah, eighteen plus it can be, even if by just a few weeks in my work. There are porn producers who only go for “fresh teens” and so you know I work for them sometimes. But then I also work for hot milfs and even elderly kinks. I love it all.

But put simply, even large tits can be upright when you’re still a teenager, it is an incredible defiance of gravity and one I am always happy to experiment with.

Sorry, did I make it clear? I’m a porn star. It has been my job since university. I mean, I didn’t get the job through a university course, although I have often imagined what that undergraduate study would be like. I think once I’m too old, I might even try setting one up. I can’t see Oxford University adding it to their list of modules, but I might be naughty and set it up there just to use Oxford in the title. Or maybe Harvard. Probably one of them Californian ones. The Berkeley School of Buggary.

I’ve been a porn star for thirty years.

I have fucked over three thousand women, but that’s just an estimate. Probably higher.

But tonight I am on the floor at a friend’s house, stroking my own cock and imagining a very specific person as I do it. Well, two specific people as I stroke my cock. I can’t decide which tits I’d like to fuck most.

Mums?

or

Daughters?

Shit, yeah, I know right! Haha, made me laugh. Back over thirty years ago, the Mum was my girlfriend briefly. We went together in the first weeks of university. She was a virgin, I was a bit of a bastard (oh, ha, maybe still am!), but we got on really well. Like friends do. And as she was a girl, like a boyfriend and girlfriend might.

- I have been married, but it was to a porn star, didn’t last long, was never monogamous, of course, and was deadly dull. We just got high and tried it one night, gave it up before the end of the year -

We hung out together and were tied at the hip those first few weeks. She looked amazing.

She had this short hair that looped over her face a little and shaved slightly at the back. I am still a sucker for running my hands over a grade 2 up from a woman’s neck. Makes me tremble, and it can take quite a bit to turn me on properly these days. - which is another reason maybe I should start teaching porn. But that’s another story.

She would wear tight crop tops that kept her breasts in tight and her nipples showing through, like the glorious way I want to be welcomed into heaven. I mean, I was not the only guy or gal looking at her. And no lecturer didn’t letch. Really, she was the bomb.

No bra, mostly, except when we played badminton. Maybe that’s where my sweat thing came from!

She did wear a jacket though, like a small men’s jacket with badges on. Otherwise, she would constantly be seen as obscene, which is hardly fair; she was just eighteen, beautiful, sexy and with the finest body ever made. Just because she gave guys hard-ons by walking down the street doesn’t mean she should be banned!

Haha, should have seen her in a bikini. Or naked. Naked as I saw her freshers week.

And boy did I fuck those tits hard! I think it was like: what do we do now we’re naked? I had been fucking for some time, but she had only kissed guys, not even given head or a hand job. I showed her all those things, but our favourite thing to do was for her to wrap those beauties around my beauty and spend ten minutes just pushing them up and down.

I’d get more and more excited as I got closer, or even held back a little to enjoy it some more. She would do her best to hold them all around my cock, and sometimes hold her head to her chin so the end of my cock plunged into her mouth or at least against her lapping tongue.

The best thing about it was you could tell she thought this was the kinkiest thing people ever did. She was loving being a slut and being a kinky slut and doing things other women wouldn’t do. Or actually couldn’t do. She had the boobs for it.

After years of being a little annoyed with how her breasts made men look at her so much and getting in the way when playing sports, like badminton, she finally found a use for them. And she never wanted to stop using them. I mean, I thought at one point we’d never fuck because she would insist on getting me to cum between her tits even if she’d been wanking me or sucking me.

Even if we were in public somewhere, like the gap between science and geography that was down a stupidly narrow, dark and scary alley, she would wank me and then want the cum on her tits. She’d either jerk me off so I sprayed her clothes and my cum would soak into her top as we walked the rest of the way home, or she’d even force them out and I’d fuck her tits as she crouched for me. She became quite the bad girl!

And there was nothing quite like watching her suck her own nipples. I might suck the other. I might also have covered them in cum, made her nipples disappear behind a cloud of juices, and she would hungrily breastfeed on them. Yep, to be honest, she was a right wrongun before I’d heard of the term wrongun.

We went out a while. After a couple of weeks, I persuaded her it was time to lose her virginity, and she did get into that a bit more. I was actually allowed to cum inside her and not always between the heaven of her cleavage.

But it didn’t last. I cheated, of course. I fucked a lot of her friends. By the second year, I was doing porn.

At some point, though, we sat down and talked it through. “I can’t be with you, not at all, Olly.”

(That’s my name, Olly. She’s Chews. A nickname from school that had nothing to do with anything sexual when it was invented, she just chewed her cheek from anxiety, and which she had dropped at uni, but when she told me about it, I loved it so much she let me use it just for her. Chews. Her real name was Chloe. I’ll be calling her Chews.)

“Olly, it’s way too much, but I’ve missed you. Can we be friends? Friends without benefits?”

So that is how, for thirty years, she became the only non-female member of my family that I knew who I didn’t sleep with.

And we stayed in touch. I came to visit sometimes. She got married. Had a family. Seperated. But I kept in touch, went over to visit her sometimes and it was all great.

So that’s where I am, lying on the floor of her lounge, on a matress that she puts down for me. Her husband and her are taking a break so it was a little weird for the first time. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

I was immediately smitten by her daughter. Erin. Erin, fuck. She was the spit of her Mum over thirty years ago.

It was lucky I hadn’t turned up the day before because that day was Erin’s eighteenth birthday party. Well, we had cake, her Dad turned up briefly, then disappeared again. Then Erin went out with her friends clubbing for the first time.

I lay down and tried to sleep. But of course I couldn’t. Chews still hot, she still has great tits. I’d still love to fuck them, fuck her, but I’ve not made a move on her for decades. So what filled my mind as my cock got hard in my hand?

Yes, yes, I tried to make it Chews breasts I pictured, but it was hopeless.

By the time I splatted cum all over my bare stomach and chest, it was not the Mum’s nipples or face I was hoping to flood with my seed, but her daughters.

Maybe I’m a bad man, but who wouldn’t want to do that? She was even hotter than her Mum was. Seriously, Erin looked like perfection when she went out. Loose-fitting jeans, almost flares, and a top that gave her the kind of cleavage you can sleep for a thousand years on. That is, if you weren’t trying to put your hand down the top all the time!

But after wanking off to her daughter while she slept upstairs and feeling a bit of a bastard for doing that, I fell asleep, my cum drying on my own skin - I’m also a bit skanky too, but never seems to put off the ladies.

Then I became aware of something that felt like a dream, fingers on chest…