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Chapter 113: Mom's Favorite Sex Toy_2

Logan longed to be a hidden fly on the wall, an unseen witness to Christy's indulgence in a toy molded after his own cock. Her radiant post-orgasmic glow every time he caught sight of her told him all he needed to know. Now, it was time for him to move on to phase two of his plan - somehow revealing his throbbing erection to her, so she could see just how identical it was to the new toy that she couldn't seem to get enough of.

Logan knew he had to somehow provide her with a look that was up close and personal, not just some half hazard glance at his boner from a distance. He wanted her to see just how closely it resembled every detail of her new dildo.

"Mom, I need your opinion on something," Logan stated anxiously, interrupting his mother's conversation with his father in the kitchen.

His mother turned to him with a gentle smile. "What is it, honey?" she asked in a soothing tone.

"It's kind of personal," he said, looking down at his feet.

"You can share it with your mother but not me?" His dad chimed in with a playful tone. "That's not fair."

Logan shook his head. "No offense, dad, but I think mom's perspective might be more helpful in this particular case."

Christy glanced at her husband. "Why don't you just stir dinner for me, honey. I'll go help Logan real quick and then we can all eat together."

Logan led his mother up to his room and closed the door behind them. She couldn't help but feel a bit worried as she looked at him expectantly. "Logan, is everything alright? What is this about?" she asked with concern lacing her voice.

Logan shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting down to the obvious bulge in his pants. "I think I have an issue with my...you know," he hesitantly admitted.

"Your penis?" Christy raised an eyebrow, trying not to smirk at his awkwardness.

"Yeah. It's been hard for like...two hours and it looks a little different to me," he lied, hoping she wouldn't see through his facade.

"Two hours?! Did you get into your father's Viagra or something?" she asked, her tone now stern and disapproving.

"Dad takes Viagra?" Logan's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes...um, sometimes," Christy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Do we need to take you to the walk-in clinic? A two-hour erection isn't normal unless you're..." she trailed off, giving him a pointed look.

"Having sex?" Logan finished for her, feeling even more awkward and embarrassed.

"Yes," she nodded. "And you said it doesn't look like it normally does."

"I don't know, maybe it's just because it's really hard," Logan shrugged, hoping to downplay the situation. "Will you just have a look and let me know if everything seems alright?"

Christy hesitated, looking at the closed door as if seeking confirmation of privacy. "Honey, I—"

"Please, mom," Logan interrupted, desperation creeping into his voice. "You're obviously someone who would know if something doesn't look right."

Christy mulled it over before finally nodding. "Fine. But you should really see a doctor if you're concerned. I'll have a quick look just to put your mind at ease."

Logan nervously fished through his shorts, relieved to find his erection still fully rigid from earlier vigorous activity. As he pulled it out for Christy to see, he watched her eyes widen in surprise and a small gasp escape her lips. The sight of his throbbing member caused her to go speechless, fixated on its size and shape.

"It...it actually looks more normal now," Logan stated with a hint of pride, flexing it against his loins. Christy continued to stare at it, clearly struck by how closely it resembled the new toy that had become her latest obsession.

"Are you alright?" Logan asked, snapping her out of her trance.

"This is...um, how it normally looks?" Christy whispered, still in shock.

"Yeah. Maybe I was just being paranoid before because it was so hard."

"Well, even if it does look normal to you now, we should still address why it's been erect for two hours," Christy said with concern, trying to hide her own excitement as her pussy tingled uncontrollably.

"Could you touch it and make sure it doesn't feel too warm?" Logan boldly suggested.

"I...I don't know if I..."

"Just real quick. Like you said, just to give me peace of mind."

With hesitation, Christy reached out and lightly touched his erection with her fingers. Despite feeling a tad ashamed, she couldn't deny the excitement coursing through her body as she felt the heat and rigid texture of his member.

"Does it normally get this...erect?" she whispered.

"Yeah, and I suppose I have been thinking about sex so maybe it's my fault," he admitted. "Maybe there's no reason to be concerned and I'm just feeling extra horny today."

Christy found herself unable to take her eyes off his erection, or remove her fingers from its flesh. It was like she was under a spell, unable to resist his arousal.

"Maybe you should...give yourself some release. You know, to help it go down," she suggested, her voice shaking slightly.

"I could try that. Sometimes it works, but usually it just makes me want more," Logan bragged with a smirk.

Still mesmerized by the sight of his erection, Christy finally snapped out of her trance and took a step backwards. "Well, um...if you think everything looks normal then I should probably get back to preparing dinner," she said.

"Thanks for taking a look. If I notice any changes, I'll probably just go to the clinic and see what they have to say," Logan stated, tucking his erection back into his shorts.

As they sat down for dinner, Logan immediately noticed that his mom seemed off. Her typically cheerful demeanor was replaced by a distant, pensive expression. Every so often, he would catch her stealing glances at him before quickly averting her eyes, like a shy girl at a school dance. He couldn't help but wonder if she was

starting to see him in a new, more sensual light. Perhaps the events of earlier had sparked something in her, awakening desires she never knew she had. The atmosphere in the room felt charged and tense, as if unspoken thoughts were swirling between them like wildfire.

Despite the intimate act of making love with her husband James that night, Christy's mind was elsewhere. All she could think about was her trusty dildo, shamefully comparing it to the size and shape of Logan's impressively large and erect member. Enduring a lackluster 15-minute session with James felt more like a chore than pleasure. His average-sized penis barely stimulated her at all, leaving her yearning for the fullness and intensity that only her silicone lover could provide.

"You didn't climax tonight, babe," James pointed out, still basking in the afterglow of his own ejaculation.

"Yeah, I um...I haven't been feeling too great tonight," Christy lied, trying to hide her disappointment. "I might go sleep on the couch so I don't disturb you if I get sick."

"I hope you feel better," James replied with concern. "Let me know if you need anything."

The lies weighed heavily on Christy's conscience as she retreated to the couch, unable to shake off the thoughts of her son's impressive endowment. Only once before had she encountered such a breathtaking erection, and that one memory had left her with twenty-six reasons to never forget it.

"We need to talk, young man," Christy's voice was stern as she stood in his doorway, her piercing gaze directed at Logan. Even in her anger, Logan couldn't help but find her attractive. His eyes drifted

down to her chest, admiring the way her huge breasts pressed against the fabric of her top.

"What about?" Logan asked curiously.

"First of all, my eyes are up here," she scolded, pulling his attention away from her tits. With a hand behind her back, she brought out something that made Logan's heart sink. It was the 6-inch dildo she had ordered. The one he had secretly switched with a custom one and stashed in his room.

"I found this in your room today while I was cleaning," she stated, giving him a questioning look.

"Yeah, I...bought it for a girl I've been seeing," Logan lied.

"Bullshit," Christy blurted out. "This is the same dildo I ordered a few weeks ago. You knew that because you switched it out with another one, a custom one. I found the receipt for that too. Why would you do such a thing?"

Logan knew he couldn't keep lying. He had been caught and it was time to come clean. "I just wanted you to experience real pleasure," he admitted. "I knew you weren't getting it from Dad and certainly not from that tiny thing," he gestured towards the box containing the 6-inch dildo in her hand. "I wanted to give you something I knew you'd enjoy...a dildo that would make you orgasm over and over again."

"So you had a mold made of your own penis?!" Christy exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. Her eyes widened as she processed the information. "Logan, do you realize how...twisted that is?"

Logan shifted uncomfortably, his face turning red with embarrassment. "I've had other girls tell me it's the perfect size, so I thought it would be something you'd enjoy," he explained weakly.

"I'm not one of those 'other girls,' Logan. I'm your mother," she stated firmly, her tone conveying her disapproval. "You can't go on staring at my tits. You can't continue to try to show me your erections and you certainly don't need to be purchasing me sex toys!" With that, she turned and walked away from his doorway, leaving him standing there feeling foolish and ashamed.

"Wait, mom!" Logan called out desperately. Christy paused and turned back to face him, frustration evident in her flushed face.

"What?!" she asked impatiently.

"I'm gonna be honest and just let the cards fall where they may," he confessed, his voice trembling with nervousness.

Christy's expression softened slightly, curious about what he could possibly have to say. "Go on," she urged.

"I know you're my mom and it's wrong, but I really wanna have sex with you," he blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.

There was an awkward silence and tension in the air as Logan waited for her response. "So, be mad, punish me if you need to, but at least I was honest and got that out into the open," he continued nervously.

Christy looked shocked, like a million thoughts were flowing through her mind. She walked away without saying anything, leaving Logan feeling both relieved that he had finally been honest with her and anxious about what her reaction would be. At least he knew Christy wouldn't be telling his father, since he doubted that his dad was aware that she used a dildo to give herself pleasure.

"What a week!" Tina exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the mall as she and Christy took a break from their shopping. They

settled down on a bench, the soft cushion sinking beneath their weight.

"So let's recap," Tina continued, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Logan switched out your dildo for one fashioned from his own cock, then he admits that he wants to fuck you, and now..."

Christy raised an eyebrow, waiting for Tina to finish her sentence.

"And now you're still using the dildo?" Tina finished, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Heat crept up Christy's neck and into her cheeks. "I know it may seem weird," she admitted, feeling self-conscious under Tina's gaze. "I just...couldn't make myself throw it away."

Tina leaned in closer, curiosity piqued. "Let me guess," she said in a teasing tone. "You tried the 6-incher that you originally ordered and it didn't quite hit the spot?"

"It didn't hit any of the spots," Christy confessed, feeling embarrassed by her own words. "I'm just gonna say it, even though it sounds awful. This dildo...it fits me perfectly and hits all the right spots. It's like it was made just for me."

Tina chuckled. "It WAS made 'just for you' actually," she quipped.

"You know what I mean," Christy retorted with a playful swat to Tina's arm. "I know I should probably just throw the damn thing away and try to find another one, but—"

"Don't you dare throw it away," Tina scolded with a laugh. "Give it to me. I have no reservations about cumming all over it; it's about the most perfect dildo I've ever seen."

"And therein lies the reason that I can't let it go," Christy admitted, a hint of sadness in her voice. "It's the one thing that brings excitement and pleasure into my life right now."

The air between Christy and Logan had been thick with tension after the big discovery and his confession, but things were slowly starting to return to normal. As Logan entered the living room, he found his mom downstairs doing stretches on the yoga mat. Her body moved gracefully, like a dancer's, as she flowed from one pose to the next.

"Hey, how's the workout going?" Logan asked, trying to break the awkwardness.

"Hi, honey. Fine, just doing some yoga," she replied with a smile. "How did school go?"

"Blah."

Christy chuckled. "That well, huh? Let me guess, you were thinking about sex all day," she winked playfully.

Logan couldn't help but gulp excitedly at her words. She was dressed in a little less than usual for her workout, wearing lavender colored booty shorts and a matching cami top that left her sexy midriff exposed. As she pulled her leg back limberly, it stretched upward like a fleshy spire with her toes pointed towards the ceiling.

"You know me well," he smiled.

"Like mother, like son I guess," she giggled.

Feeling himself getting aroused, Logan didn't want things to get awkward again. "I should probably go back to my room," he stated nervously.

But before he could make his escape, Christy glanced down at his crotch and blurted out, "Honey, wait!"

"Huh?" he inquired.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier about you not getting erections around me. I was just shocked and overreacting. But I know it's not

really within someone's control when those things happen...so I just wanted you to know that it's okay if it happens around me."

"Alright, thanks," Logan replied with relief.

"Did you want to come in and watch me workout?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine care.

"Sure," Logan answered, grateful for the opportunity to diffuse the tension between them.

Logan settled onto the edge of the mat, his eyes following her every move as she gracefully continued her stretching routine. Christy's lithe body bent and twisted, her muscles flexing with each gentle movement. As she lowered to the ground, her legs spread out into a perfect split, her bare skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Logan's gaze was drawn to the smooth line of her inner thighs, leading down to her feet pointed in opposite directions.

She leaned forward, pressing her forearms onto the mat and giving Logan an unobstructed view of the deep valley between her breasts. He couldn't help but take in the sight, feeling his cheeks flush with heat.

Her voice broke through his thoughts, soothing and understanding. "I know I said you shouldn't be looking at my boobs, but I was wrong about that too," she whispered.

Logan's surprise was evident on his face as he turned to look at her. "You were?"

"Of course, I was," she confirmed with a nod. "There's no harm in admiring the human form. It's only natural, right?"

"Right," Logan agreed, returning his gaze to her ample bosom.

"In fact, you might think I'm horrible for asking, but..." Her voice trailed off, leaving Logan hanging in suspense.

"But what?" he urged, eager to know what she wanted to ask.

Christy hesitated before shaking her head. "Never mind," she sighed. "I should probably just focus on my routine."

"You know how I feel about you," Logan stated firmly. "If there's something you wanted... anything, you know I would give it to you."

"I know," Christy blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. Then she mustered up the courage to meet his gaze directly. "Can I see your dick again?" she whispered.

Logan's heart skipped a beat at her words, his desire for her growing even stronger. It was like music to his ears, and he couldn't wait to fulfill her request.

"How do you want me?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Christy's heart raced as she moved to her knees, her body buzzing with anticipation. She patted the mat in front of her, a gesture that felt both commanding and inviting at the same time. "Lay down here," she directed, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of shyness. Logan quickly complied, sprawling onto the floor in front of her.

She wasted no time maneuvering between his legs, her fingers deftly unfastening his shorts. The fabric fell away to reveal his toned thighs and Christy couldn't help but appreciate how good he looked lying there, vulnerable and exposed for her. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she undid his briefs, revealing the impressive length and girth of his cock.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she stared at the meaty slab in front of her. It was a shape that she was all too familiar with at this point, having spent countless hours playing with its silicone replica. But this was the real thing, pulsing and throbbing with life right before her eyes.

"I guess it must seem a little familiar to you, huh?" Logan asked playfully, drawing a mischievous grin from Christy.

"Yes, more than just a little," she confessed breathlessly.

"Did you cut the dildo into little pieces, then burn it?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"No, I didn't," she giggled, feeling a surge of arousal at his words. "I would never dispose of something that gives me that much pleasure."

"You still use it?" Logan asked, seeming surprised.

"Only several times a day," she winked, then went back to admiring his cock with hungry eyes.

"Do you wanna touch it," he boldly asked. "Wrap your hand around it?"

Her answer was immediate, without looking away from his cock. "Probably just as bad as you want me to," she grinned mischievously.

"Go ahead," Logan urged, his own excitement building.

Her face lit up with a primal hunger, her eyes sparkling with desire, as she lifted his erection, pointing it upwards towards the ceiling. The weight of it in her hand was intoxicating, hot and hard like molten steel. Arousal coursed through her body as she pulled the taut skin of his penile membrane along the column of pulsing flesh beneath it. Her gaze fixated on the engorged tip, marveling at its swollen shape and perfect symmetry. Memories flooded back to her of how that same part of the dildo had stretched and glided along the walls of her moist cuntal cavern.

"You can stroke on it if you want," Logan offered, eager for things to progress.

"Do you mind?" Christy asked shyly, almost sheepishly admitting her obsession with his cock.

"What do you think?" he replied sarcastically.

"I think you'd like me to do a lot more than just stroke on it," she playfully retorted.

"Well, yeah."

She ran her free hand up his abdomen, teasing his skin with her long nails. "Take off your shirt," she whispered seductively.

"Only if you take off yours," he responded, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

Their eyes locked in an intense stare, like two explorers contemplating a forbidden path. They both knew they shouldn't go any further, but the temptation was too great to resist.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she whispered, fingers trembling as they reached for the hem of her cami top. Logan's eyes widened in shock as he watched, unable to contain his excitement. With a slow, teasing tug, the top was pulled up her breasts, revealing the full, meaty undersides that had always been hidden beneath fabric. As if in slow motion, her tit-melons slipped out from the top and bounced heavily onto her rib cage. Logan couldn't help but stare in awe at their size and shape, his mouth watering at the sight of her wide areola and dusky pink nipples. They looked thick and inviting, begging to be touched and tasted.

"Those are...the most incredible breasts I've ever seen," he sighed dreamily, barely able to believe that he was actually seeing them in all their naked glory.

Christy smirked and grasped his cock again, giving it a long stroke that left him shuddering with pleasure. "I'm glad you appreciate

them," she purred playfully. "But I have to admit, I'm pretty obsessed with something of yours too."

Logan grinned and removed his own shirt, now fully exposed to her hungry gaze. Her eyes roamed greedily over his chiseled chest and sculpted arms.

Christy extended her free hand to his and their fingers intertwined tightly. Her other hand slowly fisted up and down his length, eliciting moans of pleasure from him. As they gazed into each other's eyes, they both knew this was just the beginning of a wonderful sexual journey.

Christy's teeth gritted in a mix of desire and arousal, her fat clit pulsing beneath its hood as she gripped onto his hard, muscular cock. Her mind was filled with explicit images of him thrusting into her, splitting her twat and pounding fiercely into her core.

The memory of her friend Tina's suggestion to give Logan a braless hug flashed through Christy's mind, but she wanted to take it one step further. With an almost wicked grin, she plotted out a plan for a tight embrace without a single shred of clothing between them. The anticipation built within her as she knew she couldn't make the move right away - she had to tease him first, playfully building up the tension until they were both ready for the explosive release that would follow.

"Just imagine if I was to come down there for a hug," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction and desire. "And flatten these big titties against that gorgeous bare chest of yours."

Logan's heart raced as he imagined her pressing against him, her soft curves squashed tightly against his own muscled body. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, igniting a fire within him.

"I think you know, I'd like that a lot," he gasped, his breath coming in short pants as he stared at her hungrily.

"But then I'd have to let go of your big dick," she whispered teasingly, tugging it up and down while squeezing his other hand. "I don't wanna let go of your big dick."

The touch of her hand on his throbbing length sent shivers through his body, leaving him craving more.

"I don't want you to let it go either," he confessed, his eyes locked on her wobbling breasts.

"I suppose we could sandwich it between our bellies and feel it throb and pulse, or..." Christy trailed off suggestively.

"Or what?" Logan urged her on.

"We could press it against my naked pussy while we hug," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Would you mind that, honey?"

"Oh, God, your so sexy," Logan groaned, his arousal reaching new heights as she teased him relentlessly.

"I didn't think you would," Christy giggled playfully, knowing his response had answered her question. With a sly smile, she released his hand and cock, sitting back on her lovely ass and began stripping off her bottoms seductively.

Logan lifted his head off the mat and watched as Christy effortlessly slid her tiny shorts down her smooth legs. Her bare inner thighs were slightly spread open, allowing him an enticing view of her exposed vulva. She had meticulously shaved her outer lips, leaving only a small triangle of hair on top. As she joined him on the mat on her knees, her large breasts bounced heavily with each movement. With one hand stroking his hardening member, the other explored the

defined muscles on his chest. "If we hug, it's only natural that we'll want to kiss too," she purred seductively. "And once we start kissing, who knows where things will lead," she added with a playful glint in her eye. Logan nodded in agreement as he listened. "Things could get so intense that I might even ask you to roll me onto my back and..." she trailed off.

"And what?" Logan asked, hanging on her every word.

Without a word, Christy slithered on top of Logan, her body moving with the fluidity of a snake. She pressed her soft breasts against his chest, smothering him in their spongy warmth. Her lips eagerly sought out his in a frenzy of desire, resulting in a fiery French kiss that left them both breathless.

As they continued to explore each other's mouths, their bodies began to writhe and grind together. Logan groaned as he felt the heat radiating from Christy's naked body, her bare pussy pressing against his growing erection.

Their hips moved instinctively, mimicking the motions of sex even though there was no penetration. They clutched at each other's skin, desperate for more contact.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Christy broke the kiss and whispered into Logan's ear, her voice trembling with need. "Roll me over," she pleaded. "Fuck me!"

Logan didn't hesitate, eager to fulfill her request after waiting so long for this moment. He effortlessly flipped Christy onto her back and she wrapped her legs around his lean frame, their lips crashing together once again.

In that moment, nothing mattered except their mutual desire and hunger for each other. Logan reared his hips back, lining up his throbbing member with the entrance of Christy's wet folds.

The both gasped and shuttered in unison as he thrust forward, burying nearly ten-inches of cock-flesh into the wet clutches of Christy's pussy. Logan began fucking her with animalistic intensity, his muscular ass flying up and down between the cradle of her thighs, pounding his dick through her cavern of carnal desire.

Christy's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Logan's firm thrusts sent waves of bliss coursing through her big-titted body. Her hands gripped onto his taut hips, guiding him deeper with each hard, powerful stroke.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice hoarse with passion. "Fuck me, Logan - fuck me hard!"

With a growl of pure male desire, he surged forward, burying himself balls-deep inside Christy's clinging pussy. He continued to piston his hips, driving into her mercilessly, his eyes locked onto hers as she writhed beneath him.

Christy's fingers dug into his flesh, her nails practically sharp enough to draw blood as she clawed at his back. Her hips met each of his thrusts with equal fervor, craving his cock like there was no tomorrow.

The throbbing pulse of a real cock, pulsing with blood and sinew, was everything her dildo had to offer but more. Attached to a handsome youth with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes, she could feel the heat of his desire radiating onto her skin. He was prepared to fuck her senseless, his primal instincts driving him towards conquest.

On the exercise mat, their bodies moved with wild urgency, slick with sweat and pulsating with desire. Every flexing muscle was accentuated by the glistening sheen on their skin as they tangled together in a feverish embrace.

Logan plunged his throbbing cock deep into Christy's tight, hot pussy, savoring the sensation of her walls gripping him tightly. His glans pressed against the entrance to her cervix, as if trying to push its way even further inside.

With her legs wrapped around his back, Christy arched her hips and rolled them in perfect rhythm, showcasing the strength and agility she had learned from using her peanut exercise inflatable. Despite being fully penetrated, their hips continued to move in a frenzy of passion as they clung to each other.

Logan growled, feeling Christy's pussy clench and release around him as they writhed on the floor like two mating serpents. Their bodies were consumed by pleasure and ecstasy as they reached new heights of desire together.

Logan was nearly startled as Christy let out an ear-piercing scream, her voice sounding through every corner of the house. He set his hips in motion again, delivering deep, full-length thrusts into her quivering pussy as she continued to orgasm.

Christy's eyes rolled back in her head as her body shook uncontrollably. With every powerful thrust, Logan felt her pussy tighten even more around his cock, milking him as he fucked her. He loved the feel of her fat, cushy tits rippling between them, her erect nipples poking into his chest.

In that moment, time stood still and all that could be heard were the sounds of their heavy breathing, mingling with soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of wet slaps as skin met skin.

Christy's legs wrapped tightly around him, using them as leverage to lift her hips off the mat and meet Logan's every powerful thrust. His unyielding shaft plunged deep into her slick core, its bell-shaped tip carving through her walls with precision and sending waves of

pleasure throughout her body. The rhythmic friction of his vein-encrusted cock against her corrugated walls sparked a second orgasm, coursing through her like an electric shock.

Logan's movements intensified, his body driven by an insatiable desire to give her a mind-blowing orgasm she would never forget. The way she screamed and writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his skin, confirmed that he was succeeding in his goal.

He shifted his weight on top of her, propping himself up on his extended arms so he could see her in all her glory. Her huge breasts rolled up and down her rib cage with each forceful thrust, mesmerizing him. Christy's flushed face glistened with sweat, her hair matted against her skin as she panted for breath. But it was her huge jiggling jugs that stole his attention - they were shamelessly dancing for him, enticing him further.

"Are you enjoying this?" Christy panted, her voice husky with pleasure.

"Hell yeah," he replied, unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing display of rippling flesh.

"I thought you'd be sucking on them by now, my little boob-addict,," she teased, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"That sounds like a fantastic idea," he groaned, lowering himself down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

Logan groaned against the flesh of her tit, feeling her vagina tighten around him in response to his ministrations. His tongue lashed wildly at her swollen teat as he suctioned in as much flesh as he could.

He didn't want the attention he was giving her boobs to throw off his rhythm so he focused on gliding his cock through Christy's pussy at the perfect speed and angle, quickly bringing her to another orgasmic peak.

Her pussy clamped around his shaft like a vice, milking his cock as she screamed out her climax, her pretty voice echoing through the house. The feeling of her muscles fluttering around him quickened his own arousal, sending him further into the abyss of lust.

As Christy's body trembled beneath him, Logan thrust harder and faster into her, his cock sliding wetly against her inner walls. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their grunts and gasps of pleasure.

Christy's eyes rolled back in her head, her face twisted in ecstasy as she climaxed over and over again. Her pussy tightened around him, gripping his cock with a vice-like hold as she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. She was riding the wave of orgasm, her body shuddering with every powerful thrust.

They'd been going at it for nearly an hour now and with a half-dozen orgasms behind her Christy was racing towards another. This time, Logan was right there with her, his own release imminent.

He slammed his cock into her pussy, burying himself as deep as he could go. Christy let out a scream that threatened to shatter the windows, her body arching off the mat with the pure force of her climax. Her nails raked down Logan's back, nearly drawing blood as he continued to plunge his dick into her.

The pleasure the two of them shared was unlike anything they'd ever experienced. In that moment, all their inhibitions, all their doubts, were washed away in a tide of lust. Their bodies danced in perfect harmony, each movement echoing the other.

Christy's cunt clamped down on Logan's cock, milking him mercilessly as she screamed out from her release. He could feel the pulsing of her muscles, her juices flowing around his shaft. Every thrust was like a jolt of pure pleasure, driving him to the edge of madness.

"Shit!" he gasped, her nipple popping from his gasping mouth. "I'm gonna cum!"

Logan's cock throbbed and twitched, the knob mushrooming, the veins on his shaft swelling as he neared his climax. Christy could feel the tense muscles in his back beneath her nails, and she knew this was going to be something special.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. "Fill me up with your hot cum! Show me what a real man can do!"

Hearing her words, Logan thrust harder into her, slamming his hips against her helpless body with wild abandon.

As Christy's words of longing reached his ears, Logan's primal instincts took over. He thrust harder into her, his hips slamming against her body with fierce determination.

"Fuck, yes!" Christy exclaimed, her voice filled with ecstasy as she bucked and arched beneath him. With every thrust, Logan felt himself losing control until he released a guttural grunt and hot streams of cum erupted from his pulsating member, splattering deep inside her core. It was like a million tiny soldiers racing towards her egg in search of fertilization.

Finally, after experiencing an earth-shattering mutual orgasm, their bodies came to a stop and they lay there, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, basking in the euphoria of their love-making. The air was thick with the scent of sex and their mingled fluids, creating an intoxicating atmosphere around them.

The next morning, Logan was pounding into Christy from behind at the kitchen sink, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The sound of their bodies colliding and the wet, lewd smacking filled the room as they both groaned in pleasure.

His hands were firmly planted under her top and bra, eagerly groping her supple breasts as he thrust his aching erection between the tightness of her folds.

Christy couldn't help but be nervous as she kept an eye on her husband through the kitchen window, watching him do yard work outside. "He's coming back inside," she warned.

Logan's throbbing member made a creamy popping noise as he withdrew it from her dripping core, coated in the slick juices of their arousal. He quickly tucked himself back into his shorts while Christy smoothed out her dress and adjusted her top.

"Honey?" James called out, entering the house once again.

"In here!" Christy answered with a falsely sweet tone, trying to hide the intense pleasure that still lingered within her body from Logan's touch.

James paused in the doorway of the kitchen, his posture tense and his hand hidden behind his back. "Can I speak to JUST YOU for a minute?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

"Oh, um...sure," she replied, exchanging a nervous glance with Logan who was sitting at the table.

"I'll be downstairs in my room," Logan announced, sensing the tension between his parents. "Will you still help me with my homework?"

"Of course, honey," she smiled softly, her eyes meeting Logan's as they both had the same thought – a passionate tryst on his bed.

Once Logan left, Christy turned to her husband with a questioning look. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

"I was going through the trash looking for some paperwork and I found this," he said, revealing a large custom dildo from behind his back. "Would you care to explain?"

Christy couldn't help but smirk. "That's a dildo," she said nonchalantly. "One of my old ones that I no longer use."

"I didn't know you owned a dildo," James stated, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "And one this size...it's quite unrealistic, don't you think?"

"In what way?" Christy challenged playfully.

"Come on, Christy, no penis is this big. It looks like it belongs on a horse, not a human."

She couldn't contain her laughter at his na?ve remark. If only he knew about the real cock upstairs that was more than capable of stretching her pussy and bringing her to multiple orgasms.

"Well...I must admit, dicks that size are quite rare, but they do exist," she said coyly. "But I no longer have any use for it. It simply can't compare to the real thing," she added dreamily, her gaze drifting off into space before snapping back to her husband. "And you, my dear, give me the real thing so wonderfully," she purred.

Her husband let out a small scoff. "If that's your attempt at getting some action right now, I'm sorry to disappoint. I have a lot of work to do outside today."

"I know, and I appreciate all your hard work," she responded sweetly. "But since I have skills that Logan finds useful, I'll do my part as well. I'll even close and lock his door while we're in there so he can truly focus on what I'm helping him with. So please, try not to bother us, okay?"

"No problem," her husband replied with a nod before glancing at the dildo in his hand. "I'll make sure King Dong here gets properly

disposed of. We definitely don't want James finding it and being traumatized by the thought of his mother using something like this."

Christy snickered, "Oh gosh, can you imagine? Poor kid probably wouldn't know what to think."

As Christy stepped into Logan's bedroom, she was met with a sudden jolt as he leaped out of the closet wearing an Incredible Hulk mask. His roar echoed off the walls, filled with ferocity and playful energy. She couldn't help but giggle at his antics.

"Mm, are you gonna jab that big green cock inside me, baby?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hulk horny!" Logan declared in a deep voice, trying to mimic the powerful superhero.

"Oh yeah?" she taunted, climbing onto the bed and hitching up her skirt to reveal her smooth, naked ass. "Then come give this damsel in distress some a nice, hard doggy-style fuck, Mr. Hulk."

She wiggled her meaty behind enticingly as Logan eagerly shed his underwear. His erection stood proudly, glistening with a string of precum running down the length of it. With a sense of urgency, he pounced on her from behind and mounted her haunches in one swift motion.

The primal sound of Logan's Hulk-like roar echoed through the room as he jabbed his monstrous cock deep inside Christy, causing her to let out a pleasurable squeal. His grip on her hips was aggressive and unyielding as he thrust into her with force, causing the flesh of her buttocks to ripple wildly upon each strike to his midsection.

This was their first time doing it doggy-style, and Logan felt like the king of the universe as he pounded into her pussy from behind, their bodies creating a symphony of smacking flesh that reverberated off the walls. The intensity of his erection could rival that of the Hulk

himself, as it pummeled through the delicate folds of Christy's pussy with relentless power. Every inch of her snug cunt was filled with his furious thrusts, the friction between them causing Christy's hot fuck-oil to seep from her sex glands and coat his meat with slippery wetness.

With a gasp, Christy snatched Logan's pillow and buried her face in it, muffling her screams of pleasure. She was always mindful of their surroundings, even with her husband outside.

Logan couldn't resist grinning beneath his mask as he felt her walls clench around him in a series of intense spasms. His cock pulsed inside her, merging with her wetness and heat as she climaxed. He gave her round ass a sharp smack, sending shivers of pleasure through her trembling body. The waves of orgasm radiated through her like electric pulses, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations.

"Oh, fuck!" Christy cried out, her body arching back against Logan's powerful thrusts. "That's it, good boy... fuck me, Hulk! Fill me up!"

She knew she was pushing it with their unusual role-play, but the excitement of doing something different and playful fueled her passion. She knew her husband would never accept such childish, role-play behavior, but she thought it was absolutely thrilling.

Logan's balls slapped against Christy's ass with every powerful stroke, his Hulk-like grunts filling the room as he drove himself harder and faster into her. He was well aware of the danger they were in with his dad around, but the rush of adrenaline only seemed to enhance their pleasure.

As Christy felt another orgasm begin to crest, she reached down and began to massage her engorged clit. The sensation of her own fingertips combined with Logan's monster erection was an explosion

of intense pleasure. She let out a wild cry, her body trembling as the orgasm took hold.

Logan felt the walls of Christy's cunt rush his cock, swelling and constricting around it in a powerful embrace. He groaned, his face twisting into a snarl beneath the Incredible Hulk mask.

"I'm gonna cum!" he growled, his hips thrusting harder and faster.

Christy let out a gasp as the first spurt of cum hit the back of her womb, causing her to convulse around his cock. She could feel his cum filling her insides, the warmth and thickness of it spreading through her, making her feel even more alive and charged.

Logan slammed into her as he unloaded his boy-semen into her core, his body trembling and shaking with the force of his orgasm.

As the last spasms of their climax subsided, Christy collapsed onto the bed, her face still buried in the pillow. She let out a contented sigh, feeling utterly satisfied as Logan's cock slowly softened inside her.

"Well, that was something," she muttered, still catching her breath.

Logan let out a chuckle, the sound muffled by the mask. "Hulk agree. We make good team, you and me."

Christy laughed, reaching back to give his ass a playful swat. "Hey, Hulk, can I have my son back? Let him know I wanna ride his cock," she said playfully.

Logan threw off the mask. "Hey, mom...did you miss me?"

"Ha-ha, very funny," she giggled. She shed her blouse and bra, releasing her heavy hooters, then fed her son a sensual kiss. "Now, get on your back and let mom show you HER superhero abilities, young man."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, sprawling onto his back.

The next day, Tina couldn't help but notice the radiant glow on Christy's face. "Wow, did you get some last night?" she asked with a wink. "Your freshly-fucked glow is almost blinding."

Christy's grin grew wider. "You could say I 'got some,' yeah."

Tina's eyes widened in excitement. "Do tell. Did that husband of yours finally find out he was competing with a dildo and step up his game?"

Christy's smile faltered slightly. "No, James is still the same old James," she said with a slight frown. "And my days of using dildos are definitely over."

Tina furrowed her brow in confusion. "Wait, how can both of those be true? Who else are you fucking?"

A mischievous glint appeared in Christy's eye. "Let's just say I traded in that dreamy dildo for the real thing, literally," she said with a sly grin.

Tina gasped in realization. "You're fucking Logan, aren't you?" she exclaimed, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh my God, that is such great news, Christy! I thought I was the only one being depraved in this friendship."

"What do you mean?" Christy asked.

"I've been letting Quinn fuck me for a few days now," Tina confessed, blushing slightly. "I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you would think I was a complete whore or something."

Christy reassured her with a giggle. "You're not a whore, Tina. Just because we're sharing our love with them doesn't make us whores.

We're simply exploring our sexuality and finding happiness in our relationships." She leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "And let's be honest, who wouldn't want to share some fun with Logan and Quinn? They're quite the studs."

Tina grinned mischievously. "I won't argue with that. In fact, I have a naughty idea for the four of us if you're up for it," she stated with a wink.

The musky scent of sweat and sex filled Quinn's bedroom as his bedspreads squeaked rhythmically beneath the weight of four bodies. The air was thick with moans and gasps, forming a primal chorus that echoed off the walls. Quinn and Logan lay side by side on the queen-sized mattress, their bodies slick with sweat, while Tina and Christy straddled them, riding their erections with feverish abandon.

The men's eyes widened to the size of silver dollars as they gazed up at the giant breasts bouncing above them. The soft mounds of flesh moved like huge rippling watermelons in perfect sync with Tina and Christy's vigorous fuck-thrusts, creating a hypnotic spectacle for the two teens below.

They'd been at it for nearly two orgasmic hours, both women at the point in their arousal where they were 'stacking' their climaxes quickly and with greater intensity.

Logan marveled at the way Christy moved her body, doing the hula-grind on his cock, soaking the bed beneath them with her ejaculations. Both he and Quinn had already cum once, which relaxed their sensitivity, allowing them to fuck longer and harder without cumming a second time.

Every little while the two women would slap their sweaty tits down against Logan and Quinn's chests and make out with them like

lovers, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths like snakes.

Meanwhile, Christy and Tina continued to work their hips, their glistening bubble butts bobbing up and down tirelessly as they continued to fuck with skill and fervor.

Moving from her lips, Logan worked his way down the canyon between Christy's massive tits, licking and sucking at her flesh. Quinn did the same to Tina and for a long while the two boys resting beneath the weight and softness of their boobs, gorging themselves on the succulent peaks of the women's jugs.

The moms writhed and moaned, caught in a seemingly never-ending cycle of orgasms that rolled through their bodies like waves crashing on the shore. Their symphony of ecstasy filled the room, their voices sweet and melodic, but also raw and primal. Quinn couldn't tear his gaze away from Christy, who trembled and cried out as she ground her pussy against his friend's cock with reckless abandon.

"Did you reach it?" Quinn eagerly asked, his own arousal growing as he watched.

"Yep," Logan grinned proudly. "Twenty-seven orgasms. I just broke her record."

The boys exchanged a proud high-five before returning to their frenzied fucking, each thrust bringing them closer to their own release.

Logan pulled Christy back down against him, their bodies molded together like two puzzle pieces. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, savoring the fatty softness of her breasts pressed against his chest. With a surge of lust and possessiveness, he began to thrust his hips up from the mattress with a ferocious intensity, driving his throbbing cock deep into her slick, quivering entrance. The rhythmic

smacking of their wet flesh filled the air, like a primal drumbeat that reverberated off the walls.

"Ah, shit!" Logan gasped as he felt himself reaching the edge. "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Me too!" Quinn whimpered, matching his movements with equal fervor. The two friends climaxed simultaneously, their hot seed spurting between the pulsating folds of Tina's and Christy's cunts, mixing with their sweet juices.

As they all collapsed onto the bed, spent and panting, Christy leaned in close to her son's ear. "Twenty-eight," she whispered with a satisfied smile, giving his cock a loving squeeze with the walls of her sex-chamber.

The four of them lay there in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets, basking in the afterglow of their wild afternoon. Their bodies glistened with sweat and cum, evidence of their intense passion and pleasure.

THE END