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Matt Holmes ran for his life. His breath came in gasps, and his every step was an effort. Holmes turned to search the open fields behind him, half expecting to see the search parties. Then his deep, cold grey eyes scanned the silent, rolling fields ahead. Not a house or a highway in sight, just a row of telephone poles shimmering in the hot air.

"Damn!" he gasped. "I'll make it yet!"

The farm lands gradually changed to a patchwork quilt of meadows, cornfields, and low thickets. He passed small herds of grazing cattle and then came to a wide, unpaved road.

I'm going to make it! Holmes thought, swearing at those pursuing him. He stumbled over some baked, reddish-brown ruts in the cracked road and cursed again. He flailed half-heartedly at the flies swarming around him. He tripped again and fell heavily, groaning for a moment on the hot earth, his ears ringing and his eyes burning with dust. He felt his palm blister where it rested on a stone.

He stood and glared at the land, then staggered onward, looking for a place to rest for the night.

Jane Lasky was still, even in her late thirties, embarrassed by her mammoth tits. Even her nipples were larger than average, and she remembered how, as a teenager, she loved to have them sucked. It made her so horny she'd go to the nearest restroom and jerk off. She'd sit on the toilet, spread her plump white thighs, and wriggle a fingertip up her tight pussyhole. Usually, she flushed the toilet to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.

Later, when Jane discovered the kinky fun to be had watching a boy masturbate, she made her dates pull out their pricks and jerk off beside her while they were in the car. When they did, she slid her hands up her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties. Most of her boyfriends were hesitant about showing her their peckers, and they were embarrassed about fucking their fists, but they did it because she was so pretty and because she had the largest tits in town.

Most of the time, her dates shot off in some Kleenex or their handkerchiefs, but her last boyfriend, a senior in high school, always let his jism squirt high in the air. Sometimes Jane came just from watching his thick, pearly cum-globs splash on his bare belly. Once, some of his jism landed on her leg, and she'd been surprised by how hot and sticky it was. When he wasn't looking, she fingered it, delighting in its thick slipperiness.

On their very next date Jane suggested how much more he might enjoy it if she fisted his prick, and he was quick to agree. Jane tried to aim his squirting pecker so that most of his cum landed on her bared, wobbling tits. She pretended to be shocked and disgusted, but it was a treat she never forgot.

Even later, in college, Jane never went all the way. Of course, she'd graduated into allowing her dates to play with her pussy and even, after some coaxing, to suck her cunt, but she never allowed them to fuck her. The closest she came to getting her cherry busted was when she got drunk at a New Year's Eve party. Some guy she'd never met before talked her into trying something new – sliding his prick through the crack of her ass.

All Jane remembered of that night was how hot his cock felt as it rested between her trembling ass cheeks. She flexed her muscles involuntarily as he pushed back and forth, and accidentally discovered the cheek-squeeze. And it was lucky for her that she did. Her new boyfriend had been about to ram his cock in her tight cunt-hole when her tightening buns brought him off. His cum was so fantastic that most of his jism landed just below Jane's shoulders. It was hot and gooey as it ran down her back, and she loved it.

She was more careful about the men she dated after that, and continued to limit both them and herself to mutual masturbation. Usually the man went down on her first, but she never returned the favor. There were three reasons for this. First, Jane saw no reason to suspect that placing a cock in her mouth would excite her in any way; second, she had no wish to be known, as some of her friends were, as a cock-sucker. And, lastly, she thought that it might be nice to honestly tell her future husband that his was the first prick she'd ever sucked.

Snapping out of her reverie, Jane opened her eyes and pushed her covers down. Morning again! How many did that make in nine years? she wondered. She stood up and stretched, then pulled off her nightie and began her exercises.

"Ummmmm," she said approvingly, watching her naked body in the mirror over her dresser.

She rotated her dusky belly and wide hips and thrust her shoulders forward. Her huge, pear-shaped tits with their large, reddish-brown nipples hung and swung wildly. Jane began to breathe heavily, her sexy, full-lipped mouth open as she danced and turned. She watched over her shoulder as her halved, plump-cheeked buttocks quivered firmly, and she smiled.

"Oh, yes," she whispered, turning again and sucking in her gently rounded belly to emphasize the thrust of her heavily haired snatch. Her plump thighs, now slick with sweat and some spilled pussy juice, trembled as she moved.

Jane couldn't take any more. Watching her reflection, she began to fondle herself, her palms cupping and lifting her extremely large, heavy tits as she bent to kiss them.

Then she dropped one tit and watched it jiggle before sliding her fingers down past her belly to press and wiggle through her thick brown pubic curls. Jane's fingers spread the silky hairs and rubbed her fat, pink cuntlips. Her legs trembled and grew rubbery as she started to cum.

"Huhh-h-h-h-h," she panted, clenching her teeth to hold the noise down. She didn't want Danny or Mary to hear her and grow curious.

A few minutes later she was wiping her fingers with a tissue and gathering her clothes. She put on her robe and checked the hall. She knew Danny sometimes tried to catch her when she was dressing, but she blamed that on their living so far from other kids his age. There were no girls nearby for him to date or even play doctor in the bushes with, she thought, remembering her own youth.

Still, it made Jane uncomfortable to think of Danny getting a hard-on from peeking at his own mother. She'd often seen her teenaged son's cock bulging the crotch of his tight jeans, and she was sure his prick was larger than average. The thought of him fisting that fat cock while dreaming of her body made her feel tense and guilty, and she hurried to the bathroom for her morning shower.

Unknown to Jane, Danny was lurking out of sight in the spare room. The door was open just a crack, so he could see when his mother passed by on the way to the bathroom. When she'd closed the door, he tiptoed out and knelt and pressed his eye to the keyhole while holding his breath.

Wow! The boy's eyes opened wide as he watched his sexy mother disrobe. Her back was to him, and his horny gaze burned her ass into his memory. He stared at her deep, tight ass crack as if he were wishing for X-ray vision, and felt his throat go dry.

Jane's full, quivering cheeks dimpled sexily as she took a few steps near the tub and turned on the shower. She adjusted the taps until the temperature was just right, then stepped under the spray.

Danny's eyes bulged. This was the most he'd ever seen! She was turning under the shower, showing him her mammoth, swinging tits with streams of water cascading off them. He watched her cup and lift one, then use the other hand to thoroughly soap and massage it. Danny gripped his prick in his hand.

Then the boy's gaze dropped to his mother's heavy patch of pubic hair. It was matted, now, pressed flat by the water, and some of it hung limply between her thighs. He watched as she bent over, one foot on the edge of the tub, and washed from her foot to her calf, and then from her thigh to her crotch.