I lead the typical boring life of a stay at home mom. My husband Tim got a big promotion at work that made it possible for me to quit my job and become a simple housewife and to be at home for our 10 year old son Billy. We got married when we were both 20, I was a virgin, and we had Billy 2 years later.
For a woman of 32 I think I look pretty damn good, though my husband never really tells me that. I am 5' 5” and weigh about 120lbs. I think most of my weight is in my tits. They are 36DD's and all me. They are heavy but not saggy, with large light brown areolas and big nipples that stick out an inch when they get hard. I try to stay in shape by walking a lot and taking the occasional aerobics class. When I wear my tight jeans and a low cut top I get lots of looks at the store.
My days are spent getting my son and husband out the door to go to school and work, cleaning house, maybe working in the garden, then figuring out what to fix for dinner. When I am really bored I turn on the computer and check e-mail, go to some favorite shopping sites and maybe search e-bay for antiques. One day I got a spam e-mail that invited me to a website that had erotic stories to read. I usually ignore e-mails like that but this one looked harmless and I clicked on the link. The site had thousands of stories depicting all kinds of romantic and sexual interaction. Some grossed me out but others seemed so real after reading them. I found myself spending more and more of my time during the day reading in my fantasy world.
One day when I went to the site there was a new link they were advertising. It was a video chat room site for consenting adults. Now this really got me curious. I had tried a couple of text chatrooms but found them boring. But a video room where you could see the other chatters was intriguing. I decided to have a quick peek. I had to register to use the site and pick a screen name. I felt a little naughty and chose the name “Hot Mama”. I was able to log in and was amazed at how many rooms there were and the number of chatters online. I picked one at random and entered the room. I had the option of turning my cam on or off. I chose off. There were about a dozen cams on. Some were of people just sitting there but others showed people in various states of undress. A couple were females showing their tits. The rest were guys and their cocks. Some hard and some soft. I couldn't believe people would show themselves like that, but after awhile I got used to seeing naked flesh of others. I got some IM's welcoming me to the room and requests to see my tits, how old I was and where I lived. If they were rude I closed the message. It was getting late so I shut down the computer and went to make dinner.
The next day I found myself to be fidgety getting the guys out the door. When I was alone I decided to take a shower and when I got out I put on a big t-shirt and some bikini panty' s. I sat down at the computer and went to the story website. I was about to go to the stories when I saw the link to the chatroom. I decided to just check it out again and I logged in. I went back to the room I had been in before. I left the cam off again and got a few welcome back messages. They remembered me. I kept getting messages requesting me to turn on my cam. I couldn't believe I was actually considering this. What would I do, show them my tits? I was proud of them but nobody had seen them in a long time except my husband and my doctor. This was really kind of exciting and my heart was beating fast. They couldn't see my face so it would be anonymous. With a trembling hand I reached for the mouse and clicked on the icon turning my cam on. A new window popped up and I saw someone from the neck down wearing a t-shirt. It was me. This room also had voice chat and I heard some pleads and requests for me to remove my shirt and some messages asking the same thing. I had my mic on and I whispered in a sexy low voice, “Do you really want to see them boys?” More requests and more pleadings. I had power in here.
I thought what the hell, nobody knows who I am, I'm going to do it. I reached down with both hands and slowly raised my t-shirt uncovering my big breasts as I pulled it off. As they were revealed I heard some comments of “Oh wow” and “Man look at those huge jugs”. As my t-shirt came all the way off I stared at the screen. Those were my tits totally exposed on there. People were looking at them and they thought they were great. I reached down and picked one up and moved it closer to the cam so they could see more detail of my nipple which was sticking out an inch. I let go of that one and rubbed them both and pulled on my nipples. The messages were firing off like crazy. More requests to see more of me. They wanted to see my pussy. I don't know if I was ready for that. They was an overweight woman showing hers. It was hairy and wet. I noticed a cam of a guy that was just sitting there watching. He was in great shaped with slender waist and tight six pack abs. He had a long uncircumcised cock that was just laying across his thigh. He hadn't typed anything to me and no voice in the room either. I wasn't ready to go any farther so I played with my tits some more and then closed down the site.
When I woke up the next morning I kept thinking about that guy in the chatroom. He looked really good and that cock even when flaccid was huge. I had never seen an uncircumcised one in person or on cam. When I was alone I decided to take a bath. I washed my tits for awhile making my nipples hard. I had shaved myself down there on occasion and always kept it trimmed. I decided I would shave myself smooth. I lathered up and carefully removed all my hair. When I got out of the bath I toweled off and even used a powder puff on my freshly shaved pussy. I walked into where the computer was still naked from my bath. I turned it on and linked to the chatroom. I entered my favorite room and my cam came on. There I was up on the screen, my cam zoomed in on my big tits. Lots of welcomes and nice tit comments. There were about 8 others in various states of undress and levels of playing with themselves. I looked around and saw the guy with that cock. His screen name was “Mr. Ed” and I could see why. I was sitting in my chair in the nude. They kept asking to see my pussy and I thought what the hell why not. I scooted my chair back so they could see my whole torso. I could see my bald pussy come into view on the screen and my heart started pounding. I have extra long inner labia lips that look like a butterfly when opened. My clit is big and sensitive. And even after 10 years of marriage and one kid I think my pussy is pretty tight. I reached down and opened my self up on cam. I could never see myself like this normally and I was fascinated to watch my folds open up. There were more requests to play with it. Stick you fingers in. Zoom in more. I readjusted the cam so my pussy filled the screen.
I started moving my long fingers through my lips getting myself wet. I had my fingernails trimmed to a medium length and the nails were painted a light beige. I always liked how my fingers looked. As I continued to rub myself I saw “Mr. Ed” start to stir. He reached down and gave his cock a few tugs. I spread my lips and inserted one finger inside me. He was stroking his whole length now and I could see it getting bigger. Was he watching me? It felt so good to have a finger in me I inserted two. He was stroking it more now and it looked really heavy. Somewhere between 10 and 12 inches long, really fat and a huge glans. That glans would peek out now and then when he pulled the foreskin back. I could also see something shiny. The was a metal ring that went in him just under his cockhead and came back out of his piss hole. I later learned this was a Prince Albert piercing. He had the most amazing cock and I kept looking at it as I thrust my fingers in and out of my sloppy pussy. There was very little voice chat going on now and few messages. I think everyone was looking at me and him. He stroked himself to full erection and picked up the pace as I did. I did get the feeling he was waiting. Waiting on me. He wanted me to get off before he did. That had never happened to me before.
I moved my other hand down to reach my clit. It was swollen and sensitive. I started rubbing it and then tried to shove 3 fingers inside with my other hand. This was a tight fit and took some effort. I was fantasizing about what a big cock like his would feel like. He was stroking now using both hands. I was close and I knew he was too. I knew people were staring dumbfounded at us. Suddenly I felt it start. The explosion in my head and the spasms down below. I removed my fingers and rubbed my clit like a crazy woman. You could actually see my pussy opening convulsing on cam. I flooded my chair with my juices. I opened my eyes just in time to see his cum shoot like a long rope from the end of his cock. He stroke once more and another long rope came out. Three, four, five times total. He stroked a little more and some white globs oozed out. I had never seen anything like it. So much cum. Everything was quiet for a moment then I was flooded with messages and the voice chatter was going crazy. They couldn't believe what they just saw. I was coming down from my orgasm and was worn out. I managed to type a private message to “Mr. Ed” that just said, “Thank You.” He typed back, “Your Welcome.”
That evening my head was till filled with thoughts of today's events. I had masturbated on cam with another man. Was this considered cheating on my husband? I mean what's the difference in masturbating to a picture of a cock and a live one on cam? I decided to reaffirm things with my husband and when we went to bed I crawled in totally nude. I rubbed up against him and he rolled over surprised. After a couple of squeezes to my tits he reached into the night stand drawer and got a rubber and put it on. I wasn't on the pill anymore because it made me sick and unless he wanted to get a vasectomy he had to use a rubber. He got on top of me and rutted for a while with his average size cock and finished and rolled off. As he went to the bathroom I lay there unsatisfied thinking what it would be like with that huge cock in me.
The next day I went back to the chatroom. I was wearing a robe. I wasn't sure if I wanted everyone else in there to see me, I just wanted him to. I entered the room and I saw that he was there waiting. As soon as we were both there the room started buzzing in anticipation of what we would do. I was unsure of this and I think he sensed it. He sent me a private message. It said, “Do you want to go to a private room?” I didn't know they had those but at this point I would follow this guy anywhere so I said, “Sure.” He said to locate his chat name when he left and gave me the pass code to get in the private room. I did and met him in a room where it was just us two. We had our cams on and I was really nervous. It was one thing to be naked in front of a room full of strangers. This was way more intimate. He did everything to make me feel relaxed. We made small talk and he never asked to see me naked. We just typed messages and didn't show faces because I was still nervous about being caught. This felt like a date in high school. Over the next few days I got to know more and more about him. He was single, 25 and I told him about my marriage and son, I wasn't going to lie about that part. Almost as a natural part of our conversation we would get naked and if it felt right bring ourselves to mind-blowing orgasms. I kept telling myself it wasn't possible but I knew I was falling for this guy. I think I loved him. A couple of months later one day when we casually just sitting naked on cam chatting he asked me where I lived. I was honest and told him the name of the suburb outside a big city. He answered that he lived with an hour or so of there. My heart skipped a beat. He asked me if I would ever consider meeting him face to face. I froze. What do I do? I needed time to think. I said I had to go, avoiding an answer.
That night at dinner I looked at my husband. Ten years had been invested in this marriage. He was a good provider, but a nothing in bed. Did he love me? I think so. Did I love him? Yes, but was it as a wife should love her husband or more like a close friend? I was 32 I wasn't getting any younger. I had a chance to see if I was where I wanted to be. I made a decision that night. When I logged on the next day I went right to our private room. He wasn't there yet. He arrived soon after and before he could type anything I told him that yes I would like to meet him. I think I caught him by surprise because he was quiet then typed, “Great when are you free?” I had thought ahead and I knew my husband and son were going away for the weekend in 2 weeks for a baseball tournament. I gave him the dates and he said he would make plans. A couple of days later I asked him about the plans. He said we should met at a nice restaurant that was in a hotel at the airport. I felt that was a pretty out of the way place and said that would be fine. He asked me how he would recognize me. I thought a minute and said I would be wearing a navy blue silk dress and that I was a brunette. I loved that dress, it fit my form and showed off my big jugs. He set the meeting time at 2 PM. The days leading up to our meeting were more and more tense for me. We chatted some but I was very distracted. Finally the day came and knew this was real. That Saturday came and I saw my husband and son off then went upstairs and started to get ready. I showered and shaved so I was baby smooth. I did my hair and makeup and then slipped that blue dress on. It fit like a glove and I felt great. I looked at my watch to time when I should leave, I didn't want to be late. Finally I drove off and headed to the airport. On the way I kept thinking I was about to have an affair. I was able to justify my actions somewhat by thinking I could back out anytime without having done anything wrong. Finally I reached the airport and found the hotel. I parked outside the restaurant and waited. Getting my nerve up, I thought about how nice this guys was and even it he didn't have such a magnificent cock I would still be lucky to know him. I got out of my car and walked to the door.
When I got to the restaurant I told the hostess that I was meeting someone. She said there were no single guests there at this time so I told her to seat me at a nice table for two. Even though it was early in the day I ordered a glass of white wine to calm my nerves. There were a couple of tables of businessmen and I got a few glances and smiles from them. Suddenly I felt someone walk up behind me. I braced myself. He walked around and I looked up and saw..........my brother. It was my brother Brad, he was seven years younger then me which put him at 25. He lived bout 35 miles north of the city. I was shocked to see him and said, “Brad, what are you doing here?” He said, “Hi Sue, I was meeting someone for lunch here.” He had his own business and worked out of his house. I figured he was waiting for a business meeting. He asked, “What are you doing here?” I quickly made up some lie, I would worry about my rendezvous later. “I am meeting an old girlfriend of mine who if coming through the airport on her way back to California.” I smiled when I said it hoping he would believe me. He sighed and looked down for a moment. he looked back up he stared me right in the eyes and said, “No Sue, that's not who you are meeting here today. You came here to meet me.” I sat there dumbfounded and finally stammered. “Mmmmeet you?” I then put two and two together and said, “Mr. Ed?” and he nodded and said, “Hot Mama.” It was him. He was the guy I had masturbated with online. He was the guy I had dreamed about. He was the guy I thought I had fallen in love with. My own brother.
I put my hands over my face and started sobbing. He reached out and touched my arm and said it would be OK. I couldn't help it, I had wanted this so much, I had wanted him to save me. He saw how upset I was and said, “Look Sue I reserved a room here for tonight, why don't we go up there so we can talk.” That made sense so I said, “OK” in between sobs. He led me towards the elevator and up to his floor. We rode in silence and walked that way down the hall to his room. He opened the door and I saw it was a really nice suite. He went to the mini bar and got me a white wine and fixed himself a scotch. I sat on the bed drinking my wine and was just numb to everything that just happened. He sat next to me and put his arm around me. He told me everything was going to be OK, but how could it be? I finished my wine and set the glass down. He squeezed me closer and I laid my head on his shoulder. This was my 25 yr old brother yet he was also the guy I was in love with, who I had craved to make love to me. This was so much to absorb and consider I didn't know if I could do it. He was holding me tight and rubbing my arm and back when he gently reached over and picked my chin up raising my lips to his. He gave me a kiss on the lips that felt so sweet. I snuggled closer and he kissed me again this time I felt his tongue reach out to taste my lips. I parted them and sucked his tongue in my mouth. It turned into a passionate kiss one that I wanted and needed. I kept wondering where did my brother get such a huge cock. I had to make sure it was his and I let my hand fall in his lap. I moved my hand around until I found the huge bulge running down his pant leg. I moved my hand up and down it and he sighed into my mouth. I broke the kiss and said, “It is you.” He said, “Yes and I have found you too.”
As I was playing with his growing cock he slipped a hand into my dress and cupped my heavy breast. He felt the weight and then pinched the nipple. I was in heaven. I broke our kiss and said, “Brad, I have to see it, please.” He didn't say a word he just stood up and pulled me up in front of him. He undid most of the buttons on my dress and it fell to the floor. I was standing there in a black lace push up bra that was a size too small and a black lace thong and black high heels. He took one look and just said, “Beautiful.” As he was pulling his shirt over his head I reached behind me and unclasp my bra. I let it slide off my shoulders and when it did my heavy breasts were free. When he got his shirt off he looked at them and reached out to feel their weight and pinch the long nipples. As he started to undo his belt I stopped him and said, “No let me do that.” I knelt down and proceeded to unbuckle his belt, undo his pants and pull them down. He was wearing boxer briefs and I could see the big outline of his cock. I reached up and pulled those down setting the monster free. He stepped out of his clothes kicking them aside. I was going to reach out and touch his cock when I asked, “Can I touch it Brad?” He said, “Please yes, touch it all you want.” I reached out with both hands and grasped his cock. There was still a lot of it uncovered especially the big head. I moved my hands up and down, my fingers not beginning to reach all the way around. As I picked up his heavy cock I raised the head to my lips. I gave it a kiss and stuck my tongue out to lick it. It was too big to fit very far in my mouth. I had to be careful of the metal ring in it and my teeth. I asked him where he got it and he said that a couple of old girlfriends ago talked him into it. He said it gave him and anyone he was with a lot of pleasure. After I sucked and licked his hard cock for awhile he reached down and stood me up. He hugged me close smashing my big tits against his chest. He looked at me and asked if I felt OK. I said, “Yes Brad I feel great. I want that big cock of yours inside me but I am not sure it will fit. I don't want to disappoint you.” He said, “Honey you are beautiful and I love you, you would never disappoint me. I will go slow and if it hurts then just tell me and I will stop.”
He led me around to the bed and I climbed up on it on my back. He crawled up next to me and kissed me gently. He paid attention to my breasts like my husband never does. He sucked on my nipples until I couldn't take it. He kneaded my big jugs sending shivers down me. He slowly made his way kissing my belly as he approached my pleasure center. He pulled my thong down and revealed my wet bald pussy that begged for his touch. My lips were swollen and hanging down. He moved down lower and sucked each of them into his mouth. This was driving me wild. I never got oral sex. He moved up to my clit and sucked on it gently at first. It was so big and swollen. He flicked his tongue on it as he sucked. He then stuck two of his fingers up inside me. That sent me over the edge and I started gushing. I spasmed and clamped down hard on his fingers. As my orgasm subsided he climbed back up to me and hugged me tight. His large member pressing into my belly. He kissed me letting me taste myself and asked, “Are you ready baby?” I looked into his eyes and nodded. He moved over me and got into position.
This is what I wanted, but did I? This was my internet lover, the one I wanted to make love to more then any other, yet he was my brother. Did that matter in the grand scheme of things? It didn't matter in the animal world. Brother fucked sister all the time. Why was that bad here? I decided my need was greater then reason. I spread my legs urging him on. He lined up his big head and rubbed it up and down my slit lubricating it. I felt his ring against my clit. He placed it at the entrance to me and pressed forward. Oh my God I couldn't believe how big he was. How did my brother get such a big cock? He increased the pressure and as his glans entered the tightness of my pussy pealed his foreskin back. I felt the ring enter me. He pressed his now naked glans farther into me. Stopping for a moment to let me adjust he pulled out a little then pressed forward. Any other guy would have just tried to slam it home, he was making sure I was adjusting to his size and enjoying it. Little by little he was feeding more and more of his cock into me. Stretching me in places I didn't know I had, he finally hit bottom with his glans pressed up into my cervix. I looked down and saw he was buried in me all the way, a perfect fit. I looked up at him and smiled and he knew it too. A minute or two to adjust and he started the natural motion. Pull a little out, then push a little in. In and out, a little more each time. I was taking his entire length now and loving it. He asked if I was OK and I just nodded unable to speak. He was pumping me now, his arms underneath my ass lifting my hips for a better angle. I was squeezing and kneading my big tits. I couldn't believe how good this felt. I was ruined forever for any other man. Only this cock could satisfy me. I knew he was getting close as was I. A thought flashed into my head. He didn't have a rubber on. My husband always used rubbers. Not that there was a rubber made that would fit his giant cock, if my brother came in me I risked getting pregnant. He was close I felt his glans swell up. He was waiting for me though. Waiting for me to cum. I wanted to feel him shoot in me like I had seen him do on cam. I forgot about being unprotected and gave into my climax. My vaginal walls spasmed on his cock and I held on tight as I involuntarily hosed him down with my spray. As soon as he felt my contractions he let loose with his volley. Huge eruptions of cum directed into my womb. I quit counting after 5. A massive amount. My pussy was squeezing him, draining every ounce from his long shaft. As our breathing slowed we just held on to each other. I stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. He whispered in my ear, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you so much I couldn't help myself.” I hugged him tight his great cock still implanted in me. I cooed to him. I told him that it would be alright. That I loved him too and I would never let him go.
We feel asleep in each others arms. In the early evening we woke up. My ass was pressing against his cock. I wiggled it a few times and felt his monster start to grow. I got up on my hands and knees presenting my ass to him. He got up behind me and rubbed his big head at my wet entrance. This was something I had only done a couple of times, doggie style sex. He lined up his big head with my entrance and pressed forward. It went in a little easier this time and after a few strokes he was buried balls deep in me. He started to ram into me a little harder then before. I was on my elbows and knees and my big tits were swaying back and forth with each of his thrusts rubbing my nipples on the sheets. I couldn't believe how good this felt. The ring in the end of his cock was going back and forth over my G-spot. I would have done anything he asked me to. He had claimed me as his. As he picked up his pace I pressed my ass back trying to get more of his huge cock in me. I am sure if someone was in the room next door they heard our carnal rutting. The ring did it's thing in my pussy and I had an explosive orgasm, crying out as I did. He thrust a couple of more times then let loose another huge load of cum deep within me. No thought of the consequences crossed my mind. We showered together then put on some robes that the hotel provided. He ordered some room service and after we ate we spent the rest of the night in each others arms, making sweet love then falling sleep.
I woke up the next morning before he did and quietly went in the bathroom and cleaned up some and put the blue dress I had worn here back on. It was late morning and I tiptoed out and saw he was stirring. I walked over to the bed and leaned down to give him a kiss and whispered. “I have to go, Tim and Billy will be home soon.” I didn't give him a chance to say anything I just turned and left the room. As the door closed I heard him call my name. I drove home in a state of confusion. What had I just done? He made me feel more complete as a woman then anyone else and I knew he loved me. He was my brother, society said this couldn't be. I got home and took a long bath making sure I cleaned away and trace of him and our couplings. I got dressed and soon my family came home and things were back to normal, or were they.
About 3 weeks later I was making plans to go to a family get together. It was some nieces birthday. Brad usually didn't go to parties like this but I heard he would be attending this one. I hadn't been online since our meeting. I was just too nervous to talk about it. If he was going to be at this party I knew we had to talk. I had something I needed to tell him. My husband, son and I arrived at the party. There were lots of relatives there, lots of food and conversation. I saw Brad standing in the corner talking to a cousin. He saw me and smiled. I helped out in the kitchen and as the party was winding down I found myself standing alone on the back porch in deep thought. Brad saw me and came out there. He stood next to me and put his arm around me. I looked off into the distance and said. “Brad I have something to tell you. I'm pregnant and Tim's not the father, you are.” He took a deep breath and squeezed me tighter. I said, “I was able to convince him that it's his. I told him that maybe a rubber broke or something leaked out.” I turned toward him and looked him in the eyes. I said, “Brad I love you. You are the love of my life. I couldn't continue if I thought we couldn't be together.” He took me by the shoulders and said, “Sue I feel the same way. I love you. I need you. I couldn't live without you. We will find a way to be together, I promise.” He hugged me close and as far as anyone knew that saw us it was a brother hugging his sister at the family party.
As the weeks and months went by we continued to meet both online and in person every chance we got. He made sweet love to me with that big cock until I was too far in my pregnancy. I gave birth to a baby boy and insisted on naming him Bradley after his uncle. Some of my family jokingly started calling him Brad Jr. Little did they know they were right. We continued our affair. Brad would come over to our house more often. He loved the boys and would take them out. A couple of years later fate stepped in and redirected our lives. I was pregnant again. Tim had chosen to have his vasectomy right after little Brad was born. There was no way I could talk my way out of this one. Our marriage was unfulfilled, and we both knew it. When I told him I was pregnant I said I had met a guy in an online chatroom and had a one night stand. That was partially true except it was many nights and it was my brother. He asked for a divorce and I agreed. After I had the baby he moved out. I got the house and the kids. Of course to make ends meet I was going to need some help. Uncle Brad moved in to help with the bills and stuff around the house. Of course he would also stuff his huge cock in me, his sister, every chance he got. Our family accepted our living situation, never suspecting a thing. I am really surprised that nobody caught on because the two younger boys looked exactly like Brad. I truly believe fate brought us together as lovers. Is it wrong? How could it be when it feels so right?
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