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Little Bobby's Problem - 2
by Hansel
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Stepmother lends a hand. (FFM)
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Chapter 2
"Bobby dear, I think further steps are necessary -
would you be a good boy, and unhook this big, stretchy
brassiere, for me?" She leaned over the boy, bringing
the front-fastening garment within his reach. Of
course, it also brought her gigantic breasts, topped by
twin thrusting teats, to within inches of the little
boy's face.
Bobby eventually shook off his shock, and struggled to
release the many hooks – how he struggled, but he kept
at the task manfully, and finally the last hook was
released. I think your penis could do with some air
too, after all that pumping, don't you?" said the
wicked woman, and suiting her actions to her words, she
swiftly unfastened her stepson's shorts and dragged
them to the floor, exposing the cum-covered salami that
was Bobby's penis.
"THAT'S better!" sighed Ellen, sliding her hands
forward until her palms cupped the massive globed of
her shining, glowing breasts, and she shrugged off the
restricting brassiere. She hefted one of her big melons
in each hand, squeezing and rubbing, the white breast
flesh bulging out between her fingers.
"Can I take it that baby likes his step-mommy's big,
swollen boobies just a little bit then?" said Ellen,
thinking only of unloading the massive store of milk
which she could feel bloating her milk ducts.
Bobby was transfixed, and as per his long-practiced
routine, he reached for his giant, sticky, cum-coated
cock. Ellen's mouth opened and she moaned as Bobby
finally gave in to throbbing need and began stroking
his already thickening dick.
"That's it, baby, you just make that big cock all nice
and hard again, and mommy will watch you."
Ellen's plan for her little charge was right on track.
As he gazed up, stroking a little faster now, Ellen
began rubbing her plump nipples, which began to
thicken. A series of soft moans were forced from her
lips as her nipples began stiffening, thrusting out
further and further, until they looked like little
cocks! Then with her thumbs and forefingers, Ellen
started jerking off her nipples as if they were a pair
of stiff little dicks!
Her breasts had also swollen to an awesome degree, the
skin so tight that they didn't jiggle any more. They
looked like monstrous marrows sticking out of her
chest. Ellen wrapped the remaining fingers of each hand
along the twin tubes that were her teats, and just went
on jacking them off. She worked the skin back and forth
in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking
of her nipple shafts; the tight, translucent outer skin
sliding slickly over the swollen nipples inside!
The boy below her in the chair was somewhere out in
space. His hand was in its usual position, wrapped
around his twitching cock, but this time his stepmom
was right here! Not only right here, but her massive
breasts were only inches away, and she was busily
wanking her nipples - which now looked to be three
inches long - something Bobby hadn't even dreamt was
possible!
She was pumping at lightning speed, her hands working
in unison, sliding in and out at the same time over her
jugs and nipples. Bobby could see her mouth stretched
open in a silent scream as she jerked off her penis-
shaped teats like crazy, thinking only of the days,
weeks, months ahead, and what little Bobby would be
made to do…..then liquid began seeping from her
nipples, dripping down onto the boy still masturbating
beneath her, and her hands became a slippery, sliding
blur as an orgasm hit her.
Her hands continued to work, wanking her extended
nipples. As the boy stared in shock, her nipples shot
again, spurting creamy milk in gushes, every squeeze
drawing out long, steady streams of milk from each tit,
which she aimed very precisely, covering the boy in her
mammary product. At that moment Bobby also exploded
again, filling the air with more cum than he'd ever
seen, but it was no match for the milk flowing from
Ellen's pumping boobs.
As if they had a life of their own, they continued to
pump out streams of cream, gradually emptying their
swollen sacs, while Ellen loomed over the boy like a
statue, still in the grip of orgasm.
Her hands continued to squeeze out more and more milk;
her tits finally beginning to wobble again after
emptying out some of the pressure. They must have
pumped their contents out for 3 or 4 minutes! Her
fingers were so completely covered with cream that the
room was filled with slippery, squelching, slurping
noises as she pumped her nipples.
The stuff streamed down onto Bobby's face and clothes.
He opened his mouth and slid out his tongue to taste
it, drinking in the sweet white syrup, until there was
finally no more jetting from the twin tankers that were
his stepmom's breasts. Ellen still wasn't finished,
however. Not by a long chalk. Already she could sense
her over productive glands working hard to refill her
monster breasts.
"D'you think you can do that for me when we milk
mommy's big titties a second time?" Bobby heard his
stepmother moan quietly, as he slurped up the last of
the thick milk.
"W-what d'you want me to do, mommy?" asked the dazed
boy, still thickly coated in the first thick creamy
discharge.
"Will you pump mommy's big nipples, and make them give
up another load of lovely milk?" Ellen felt her
reserves refilling, her milk ducts swelling with the
load. Not waiting for the boy to reply, she took his
hands and forced them round her mighty nipple stalks.
He knew he must grasp those handles, and jerk them off
like she had done. Latching on from underneath, his
fingers only reached halfway round the bottom of her
hard, swollen, breasts.
"Slide your fingers out to my big nipples, baby." She
breathed, as his palms began working back and forth on
the underside of her jugs. They were hard, but springy
on the outside and gave a little to the boy's gripping
pressure. He slid his trembling hands to the pointed
peaks of her nipples, and began to stroke harder. The
outer skin began to move back and forth with his hands,
like the sliding foreskin on his prick. But the inner,
blood-tight tubes were distended hard.
As he moved the skin back and forth he felt them
growing inside, even longer and more erect. Milk
started to flow from her nipples once more and spread
over his fingers causing his palms to slip and slide.
White foam began coating his hands and those inner tits
pulsated like dicks about to cum. Sticky sounds came
from his foamy hands as he slid them faster and faster
over Ellen's turgid titties. Then Ellen blew like a
volcano.
Cream began spewing from her nipples again as the
pistons inside pushed it out in streams. It covered
Bobby's hands, which were still jerking, and ran down
his arms, threatening to drown the little boy. With
verbal encouragement, however, Bobby stuck at his task.
Finally it was over.
When Ellen's mighty breasts had once more ejected the
awesome load that had threatened to drive her insane,
her rational mind once more took control.
"Right little Bobby, let's get you out of those sticky
clothes." No time for Bobby to react as Ellen moved to
the next step of her plan. "You'll sleep with me
tonight, so that I can make sure you wake up in good
time to make that 9 am appointment." What she really
meant was, if he was in her bed, she could make sure he
didn't waste any of his lovely cum, wanking that lovely
cock without her!
The boy was summarily hustled upstairs, where she
stripped him in seconds flat, and almost carried him
into the shower. She was terribly excited by the whole
thing, and just amazed at the size of his cock. He
really was very big, and she was hot again - hot and
getting hotter, as despite herself she reached out and
held his hardness for the first time.
Bobby was beside himself, because what she was doing
felt so strange but yet so good. Then when she dropped
the wash cloth, soaped her hand and wrapped it around
his shaft and began to slowly pump it, his legs
stiffened, he tensed, and let out an oh. In fact it
felt so good, he was lost in the feeling and wasn't
apprehensive at all. He knew that if she kept this up
much longer, he would shoot another load of hot cum.
The thought of shooting as his stepmother wanked and
watched him, excited him even more.
Ellen kept up the slow pace as she said, "Bobby, d'you
often play with yourself when it gets hard like this?"
He could only nod yes to her questioning eyes, as they
left his cock long enough to look at his face. "When
you do does lots of white stuff always shoot out?"
Again he nodded affirmative, causing her to groan and
pick up the pace of her jerking on his hard cock. "Lots
and lots and LOTS of white stuff?" she moaned, knowing
the answer from watching the boy earlier.
"A-a-about a cup full." Bobby stuttered through
clenched teeth, as his stepmother thoroughly soaped,
re-soaped, and re-soaped again his raging hard-on. A
cup full! Jesus! Ellen somehow managed to keep from
making young Bobby ejaculate. She eventually showered
and dried him, and then carried him to her bed.
Ellen had consumed 4 large brandies as she made her
plans, so she didn't think she'd have trouble going to
sleep…and so it was. Within a few minutes she was lying
next to the boy, his head INSIDE her slip AND cradled
between her gigantic silk-clad boobs, and his arms
trapped beneath hers. Bobby was comforted by the gentle
snoring of his stepmother, and fell asleep with her
rubbery right nipple trying to wriggle up his nose.
When he awoke, sunlight was streaming through the
bedroom window, and it took him a moment to realise he
was alone. Even as he was wondering if he'd have time
to pump out a quick load of cum from his straining,
bloated balls, his stepmother, fully clothed, glided
back in the bedroom, complete with drugged orange juice
and lots of toast spread with more of the harmless but
effective hallucinogenic.
"Oh good, you're up," she said, looking pointedly at
his massive, rampant cock. "You must be VERY STIFF
sleeping on stepmommy's boobies all night, so while you
eat breakfast, I'll give you a massage." Despite the
fact that she wanted nothing more than to spend the
whole day 'massaging' the distended dick before her,
she slid behind the boy as he ate, and expertly
loosened him up, using her fingertips on his back and
shoulders, as Doctor Lessmilker had instructed on the
phone.
After about fifteen minutes the toast and juice were
gone, along with their added ingredients, and the boy
was like a rag doll in her hands. Glancing at the
bedside clock and seeing 8.17am, Ellen Highwater
slipped into top gear.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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