John Friday: Swapping families

Ben Franklin's mask of bravado crumbled as soon as he stepped into the elevator alone with his mother. She punched the button for the top floor and then stood as silent and unmoving as a pillar of stone.

He knew she had been shocked, then pissed when he and the other kids had walked in on what was supposed to be an all adult party. And he knew she was even more pissed when his dad walked off ogling the seductive sway of Mary's shapely ass. But he didn't know how or when she might vent what was so obviously smoldering inside.

Alone in the elevator seemed like the perfect time. No one else could see or hear. Ben held his breath as the elevator car lurched and started up. The trip was so slow, he thought the hotel must have a little hunchbacked troll turning a crank in the basement to lift the thing by hand.

He cast a quick sidelong glance at his mother and saw her giant tits swell as she drew in a shallow breath. The soft cleft between her massive tit mounds looked as dark and silky-smooth as the black fur fringing the low-cut neck of her gown. It didn't matter to him then that she was mad, or that she was his mother. He could think of nothing but smacking his lips on the biggest and most beautiful pair of tits he'd ever seen.

To Dina Franklin, the elevator car seemed to be streaking skyward like a powerful rocket bound for the moon. She could hardly believe that she had tempted her own teenaged son, inviting him upstairs to suck on her tits. And, being a mature woman, she knew it wouldn't stop at tit-sucking.

But why not? she asked herself. He sucked on my tits when he was a baby, and I loved it. It was the most satisfying experience I can recall.

Dina took a deep breath, held it through a long moment of reflection, and then expelled it with a sharp hiss. Paul used to watch when little Ben sucked on her tits. He used to smile and say: "Fed from tits like those, that kid should grow to be a giant!"

But obviously there was more to the program of life than mother's milk. Ben did not grow to be a giant – not even to be a boy of average size. He remained small, always in the background – always overshadowed by bigger and stronger boys like Mike Winslow.

Dina cracked a faint smile. Perhaps poor little Ben had grown at last. She recalled the gleam in his eye when he talked about fucking out Mary's cherry. He even beat Mike to that. And maybe, just maybe – if Ben sucks on my big tits one more time, he'll continue to grow, she thought.

They both heaved inaudible sighs when the elevator car ground to a stop. "There's a nice room right this way," Dina said. She winked, and Ben followed, grinning from ear to ear.

Inside their room, behind a securely locked door, Ben's nervous tension grew worse. His mother stood facing him, smiling strangely and softly stroking the deep-plunging V of sleek black fur that accented the creamy swelling of her magnificent tits.

"Mom…" He croaked the word in a weak voice.

"I know what you're thinking." Her smile curved that certain way that Ben knew well. "All of a sudden you're thinking this is wrong. Maybe even sick."

"Yeah." He didn't want her to go on.

"You've sucked my tits before," she reminded him. "You loved them then. And I loved the way your little lips pulled on my nipples. Sometimes I'd let you suck my tits for an hour after I knew all the milk was gone."

As she spoke, Dina reached back and began inching down the zipper of her brocade gown. Doubling her arms behind her thrust her tits out even more.

"That was different," Ben said with a rasping gulp. "I was a baby."

"And I was your mother. I'm still your mother, Ben, and I know how much you want to suck on mommie's big tits."

She shrugged off the top of her gown and unclasped her bra with quick strokes of her hands.

"Ooooh, Jeeeezzzus!" Ben moaned. He was holding back against what he'd been taught was a horrible sin. But when his mother's huge naked tits burst free before his eyes, he could think of nothing but his obscene hunger to seal his lips on her thick, round nipples.

"Did you know that I can't buy a factory-made bra?" Dina pushed the fur-trimmed brocade gown to her waist, until the deep V of shimmering black fur fringed her crotch.

Except for her two huge mountains of tit-flesh, Dina Franklin was a pleasant-looking but very ordinary woman. Not a sleek, sensuous beauty like Sharla. More earthy. More like a mother is supposed to look… except for those two glorious tits.

"I can see how much you want to suck my tits," Dina said. Ben's taut lips were trembling in anticipation.

"Yeah," he said with a grunt. He took a slow step forward, wringing his hands. They were glazed with cold sweat. "I know we shouldn't… but I want to."

"And I want you to."

Dina pushed her dress down to the floor and stepped out of it. She kicked off her high heeled shoes and stepped back toward the bed.

Ben could feel his pulse beat in his temples. It crashed like thunder and pushed the hot blood of desire faster through his whole body. Even the glaze of sweat on his palms turned warm with lust.

Dina stripped off her stockings and panties and stretched across the bed completely nude. Ben gulped, gazing at the two knobbed peaks of titflesh rising from her chest. She slid her hands up her sides, then she capped them over her tits, pressing until her thick dark nipples bulged through invitingly.

"Ooooh, God!" Ben rushed forward so eagerly that he almost tripped. He fell beside her on the bed, his warm hands grasping at her enormous red nipples. "Aaaahhhh! Jeeezzzus, that's more tit than I've squeezed in my whole life!"

Dina pulled her hands from beneath his and clasped them at the back of his neck. He spread his hands and took in all of the creamy smooth titflesh that he could hold. Still more soft inviting tit bulged out of reach.

Dina's half-closed eyes misted with delight. Ben's kneading fingers sent warm pulses of satisfaction through every nerve.

"I love your tits," he moaned. "I can't help it, Mom… I love squeezing your big tits!"

"You'll like sucking them even more."

"Yeah! Oh, shit… YEAH!"

Ben spread his mouth wide and dropped on the nearest big tit. He clawed his fingers into her tit flesh and made her huge nipple bulge.

"Gggrrruuumnim!"

Dina shivered when she felt the furious suction on her nipple hardened between his lips, firm and warm. "Ooooh, Ben! More. Suck in all the tit you can!"

Ben nodded, spreading his lips and sucking hard until he felt her thick hot nipple press against the roof of his mouth. His tongue rolled and swirled, digging and lashing at her bulging tit-meat. He still couldn't swallow it all – not even half.

It took both of his hands to cover her other tit. His fingers grasped and pulsed with burning delight. She moaned, writhing and arching to increase the mauling pressure of his hands and mouth.

Men had always loved the feel of Dina's unbelievably gorgeous tits, but no one had ever attacked them with the raging hunger of her young son.

Ben shifted, leaning across her, sucking down hard on her other tit. He stroked the tit he had just sucked, his thumbs twirling around her rigid nipple, which felt nearly as large as an egg.

Finally he had to pull away. His jaw ached, and he gasped for breath, "I just can't suck any more," he said. "Not for a little while."

"There's something else YOU could do," Dina said. "You could fuck my tits. I like that! I love to feel a thick hot cock between my titties."

"Oh, Jeeezzzuuus!" Ben couldn't figure out what she meant at first, but he knew by the tight, crooked smile on her lips that it must be something great.

"Take off your clothes," she told him. "I'll show you. I'll bet you've never had two tits big enough to fuck before."