momma's boys

kiara knew that this was big weekend for her. it was finally time to meet the other men in the huntington family. she knew her boyfriend was wealthy and came from an influential family but the moment they touched down in the city and was picked up by a chauffeur she knew it was legit. it was only her first night there and she was already lost in the maze like estate. all she really wanted was a drink but tanner slept like a long, especially after a heavy round of fucking. her body was still damp from the buckets of sweat that they accumulated which made the white button up she wore cling to her body even more. she didn’t figure she would run into anyone other than a butler or someone like that, yet as luck would one wrong turn landed her right at the study of the head huntington in charge, tanner’s father.

“so sorry for the intrusion, sir. this place is sort of a maze. if you just point me in the right direction, i’m sure i can find my way back to tanner’s room.”

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“don’t be ridiculous. have a seat, sweetheart.” like father, like son didn’t even begin to cover it when it came to mitch and tanner, with the two of them not only just so incredibly similar in about every aspect of their life, but their taste in women too. mitch would never have been so bold as to bring a black girlfriend home to his family, nor would he have ever probably dated a black girl in the first place, but when he wasn’t taking some boring white girl out on dates or, eventually marrying one, he was driving his dick deep into the thickest, hottest, most perfect black sluts that would spread their thighs for him, and giving them every bit of the attention he didn’t care to give his wife. after seeing kiara, he knew that loyalty didn’t matter; he had to see what was so good that his boy was willing to call her girlfriend. in a shirt half-way unbuttoned and expensive, black dress pants, falling just above equally expensive black leather shoes, he gestured---drink in hand---to the chair opposite him for her to join him. “if you can’t sleep and i can’t sleep, we might as well keep each other company. no point in you spending the night bored with my son.”

since it was a pretty clear breach of the rules, grace rushed her boyfriend in the closet the moment she heard the garage door open meaning someone else was home. they had been having sex upstairs in her bedroom and according to the girl, no one should have been home for hours. poor michael…he loved his girlfriend but had no idea how duplicitous she was. she instructed him to head in the closet to hide, as long as whoever it was be it her daddy or brother went straight to bed, they could finish what they started. 

but of course, grace knew exactly who would be coming home and that they would be coming straight to her bedroom. she hadn’t told her brother that she would have michael over, just like she had never told her boyfriend that her father had taken her virginity and that a few months later her big brother joined in on the fun. she wasn’t nearly as innocent as he thought she was and grace thought she liked it that way, until she realized the sex wasn’t nearly as good. michael needed to see how to treat her between the sheets and her big brother would be a perfect example of that. “you know you can’t just barge into my room like that? daddy said you had to knock!”

after a short shift working at some half-way run down gas station, there was nothing adrian wanted to do more than get home, undo his shirt and head straight up to his little sister’s room to relax between her thighs, and the past while it had become so routine that her little outburst left him still and silent in surprise. he was quick to shake his head and roll his eyes though, closing the distance between himself and the bed where she was sprawled out, when he could finally grab her by both ankles and pull her to the very edge, legs spread around his. his right hand quickly came up to grab a fistful of her hair, lifting her up to rub her face right into his bulge while the other reached down and smacked across her tits, the same tits he’d been jerking off to as soon as she’d began to grow into womanhood.

“what, are you worried i’ll see you playing with yourself or something?” he scoffed dismissively, grinding his hardening cock across her pretty lips before tugging sharply on her hair, to force her gaze up at him. his free hand came to grab her by her cheeks, forcing those lips into a pout as he smiled down at her. “be a good girl and tell me how much you missed me.”

drea was surprised that he gripped one of the straps, pulling it back before releasing it to snap at the tanned flesh. so close to exposing her chest only for it to go back into place. drea would have loved to have those flimsy straps to give under pressure and show him just what kind of work the good doctor could produce. “i can’t lie…a little boost from dr. porellin has done wonders.” she would never tell anyone else about her boob job before her freshmen year, but since danny had already called her out, why not give him some inside knowledge. 

she could feel his eyes wonder, oogling the body she had built solely on distracting men and women alike. mary was sweet and had fallen prey to her charms, what wouldn’t her father. hell, if mary invited her home for christmas she could probably ride her mother’s face as well if given the opportunity. “you definitely do such a great job at taking care of your body. but you shouldn’t have to do it alone. a man like you deserves a little help after well. showing off doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

how the hell had his baby girl been so unlucky as to end up with a stupid slut like this? danny was about ready to smack some sense into her since it was clear her daddy wasn’t around to do the job, but with fists clenched and biceps flexed, he kept to himself, doing so with all his might for mary. that’s what this was for. god, he wished his wife had come with him.

“well, unlike some dumbass frat boy with a stiffy in his pants, i’m not gonna strip down to nothin’ and show off for ya just because you’re a pretty girl who wants it.” it was about as much as he could say without crossing the line too far. even calling her a pretty girl and not a desperate whore spoke volumes for his control of his temper right now, as it bubbled over at the thought of his baby girl listening to advice like this---that showing off like a fucking bimbo wasn’t a problem. stepping in a little closer, towering over the thick brunette in front of him, he looked her over yet again, and found his eyes glued to her cleavage. “see this?” and at that, he raised a flexed arm, right in her face, straining against the short sleeve of his button-up shirt. “that’s about all you’re gettin’ from me, so take a little picture and think about it next time you’ve got some drunk teen fumbling around down there.”

“i’d love to hear all the names you could come up with.” drea wasn’t backing down, she was far from a quitter and the ring on danny’s finger only made the chase that much hotter. he smelled of a man. brute and brawn all combined into this beefy man, waiting for a sweet cunt like hers to claim him. she was certain his wife wouldn’t do half the tricks she was capable of so it was really for his benefit. “i do some yoga here and there. it’s important that i keep my body fit.” drea explained, doing a light stretch, arching her back further that brought her impossibly large breasts further into the air for danny to see.

the way her ass chomped into the electric blue shorts she wore only made her appearance all the more delectable. cheeks hung freely behind her as her thighs glistened from the slick oil that she often coated her skin with. she would much rather it be from sweat from danny but she didn’t mind working to that point. “i can tell you’re not a stranger to working out. your body looks impressive for someone your age.” drea moved closer, reaching out to grasp the man’s arms, forgoing boundaries all together.

as much as danny would like to really lay into her, call her everything to her face that he and his wife had called her behind her back, he bit his tongue solely for his daughter. he wanted to handle this whole thing with as much care as required, so she didn’t come out too embarrassed, but god, was drea making that difficult. his cock twitched underneath his tight jeans at the sight of her tits pushed towards him like that, and out of instinct alone he reached forward, hooked a finger into one of the straps of her sports bra and tugged it away until it snapped back into place against her skin. “and here i thought all this body came from the doctor. shocking.”

taking his eyes off her tits to meet her gaze was challenging enough, but when he dared to look lower, at where her shorts pulled tight around her cunt and her fat ass, he found himself practically glued to the shift of each cheek. “a man’s gotta take care of his body, babe. especially at my age,” he told her, half-way on auto-pilot as he gave her a flex of his bicep, letting her really feel out that hard muscle. “i just don’t like to show off too much, you know?”

the last thing that drea wanted to do with her day was spend it babysitting her roommates father, but the girl had practically begged her to keep him company while she finished her make up midterm so he wouldn’t find out that she was failing one of her classes. mary was a nice enough girl from a humble background so drea had been convinced. of course, drea had strings but since mary had grown to like the other girl’s mouth on her tits and finger in her ass, she didn’t mind a little naughty time as she liked to call it.

drea was prepared to talk npr and vietnam with the man until she opened the door and realized that he was far from the old guy she had in mind. in fact, he was definitely someone she would gladly sit on and call him daddy if he wanted. “mary’s out running errands but she wanted me to keep you company. don’t worry though, i’m open to doing anything and everything you want until then. i’m a pleaser.” while she thought she was being subtle, the way she licked her plump lips, tasting the peach gloss she had applied earlier told a different story. the way her neon sports bra hugged those fat tits of hers through her mesh fabletics top gave on the impression that she was an easy bimbo, which was perfect since she wanted danny to fully know she was all his if he wanted. “i’m drea. mary’s roommate.”

oh, danny knew all about drea, and he could safely say he wasn’t a fan. when his little girl went off to college, danny and her mother had thought they’d be rushing out here one day to keep her away from some boy, but after seeing one too many facebook posts with mary and drea in outfits that’d make a well-paid stripper blush, he knew he had to step in and have a word with his little girl---and this roommate of hers, if necessary. seeing her now, he was glad to see he hadn’t been overreacting when he’d decided to come out and visit.

“a pleaser, eh? yeah, you strike me as one of those, though i think i got a different word for it.” just as drea wasn’t subtle with her flirting, knowing he was a married man too no doubt, danny wasn’t subtle either, his stern voice driving home exactly what he thought of the girl in front of him. stepping on by her, a hard bicep rubbed up against her chest and his teeth gritted at the feel of her, all because as much as he couldn’t stand her, danny was a man---and he couldn’t deny how good she looked. hands on his hips, over the belt with a golden buckle right at the centre, he turned to face the young woman once inside, giving her a once over that was half-way between checking her out and dismissing her as a cheap lay. “nice to meet ya. i’m danny, mary’s father. did i interrupt you workin’ out or somethin’?” he asked, pointedly eyeing the sports bra with a cocked eyebrow, knowing the answer would be no.

colt was everything his son was not. margie didn’t realize how much she had missed being manhandled and claimed in this way. she was a popular girl back in her college years. her natural body was enviable and got her a lot of attention from students and professors alike. being with someone older, much older, only made her wetter. “this is what i’ve been missing.” she moaned out, watching him rip into her bra, uncaring of preserving the garment, driven purely by lust and desire. it was that type of care that had margie craving more. “y-yes… make me yours, colt. show me how a real man treats a girl.” she arched her back further with the slap delivered to her ass, knowing that it was one of her erogenous zones. she loved the feel of her ass being abused and handled, something her boyfriend rarely paid attention to. soon the entirety of her bra was gone, leaving her fat melons exposed for colt to play with as he claimed her nipple, taking the thick pink buds into his mouth. she slid closer to him, grinding against his lap as her fleshy globes found comfort at his groin.

not thinking for even a minute about his wife and his son coming back, colt had found himself pushed to the point of tearing right through margie’s skirt. throbbing against her thigh as he rutted up against her, his hands had tugged at the fabric harder and harder until it just gave way, ribbing right down across her cheeks for him to pull away from her body. “i’ll buy you a new one. get you in something prettier, tighter and shorter than that. need my girl ready for me right now.” his hands grabbed firmly at her cheeks again, spreading them apart for his fingertips to disappear between the cheeks and rub across a too-tight hole. “god, has my boy not even tried to fuck this ass yet?” he groaned out from between her tits, practically motorboating her between each time he spoke. taking a nipple between his teeth, he tugged and tugged until it had to hurt and finally pushed a single finger into her just as he let go. working it to the last knuckle, he rubbed his bulge forward against her cunt. “how long’s it been since this ass has been fucked, baby?”

lust was a powerful catalyst and feeling the desire in colt’s tone and explanation had margie forgetting about her boyfriend altogether. he wasn’t the man she deserved, not by a long shot. what she didn’t expect was his father to be that man instead. “don’t apologize…” margie gasped out, feeling the man pull her in close, grasping her thick body, pressing it against his own. she didn’t spend hours in the gym so her body was made up of soft curves and thickness from her huge breasts to her massive ass, that not was spilling from the bottom of her skirt. “are you that man, colt?” margie asked, pressing the man’s face against her exposed chest. his scruff would undoubtedly leave redness against her supple pale breast. she pulled her own skirt, lifting the thin fabric over her pear shaped hips exposing her thick globes.

“you better fuckin’ believe it.” colt’s son had only disappeared out the door five minutes ago, and here he was, sucking a bruise into the pale skin of the kid’s girlfriend’s cleavage, and licking down into the thickness straining against her bra. biting down at the lace clinging to her tits, he tugged down, not even bothering with a clasp when that was enough to have her spilling out. greedily sucking at a pink nipple, he bit down just as his hand reached behind her and clapped to her ass, the smacking noise reaching every corner of the massive lounge that just the two of them were taking up. “no other man good enough for a body like this, baby. you need someone who’s really gonna wreck you, inside and out.” only then did he place down his beer and reach behind her with his other hand, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away from her thick body to give him full access to her, his lips kissing across her tits with his beard scratching redness along the way.

how her boyfriend managed to come from someone who just screamed ‘man’ made margie wonder if he was even capable of getting to the point that colt was in his life or if his mommy issues would always manifest themselves in the dominant women he sought out. margie didn’t mind being on top but all the time was getting to be a monotonous. “a strip club? i couldn’t even imagine that. he doesn’t even like it when i try to dress up nice for him.” she followed his lead toward the chair, knowing he had spend the past few moments staring at her chest. it was a risk, but judging from how ample the man’s groin was growing, it would be one that paid off. “can you believe that even now i hoped you’d enjoy this?” margie unbuttoned her own top, letting the silky sheer fabric finally breathe, as she exposed her chest to the man, fat d cups encased in glamorous lace holding her bosom up and out for the patriarch before her.

“you have gotta be joking. if you didn’t bring something nice and lacy in that case of yours, i’m gonna take you down to the store myself and get you something. a girl like you, not dressin’ up all nice... that’s not right, not under my roof.” part of him hoped she hadn’t brought anything nice, so he’d have an excuse to take her by the hand and bring her out shopping---maybe even get to watch her try things on... on the other hand, colt didn’t need an excuse to do that, and he wanted to see her dressed up all pretty from here on out. he didn’t want to wait, and he was glad she was woman enough to sense that. watching her with his tongue wetting his lips, he leaned forward, catching every exposed inch of her thick upper body under his hungry gaze. “fuck, you look good, baby. sorry for my language... but i could beat my own son’s ass for not givin’ you the attention you deserve.” shifting forward even closer, he pulled her by her shirt towards him and leaned down, kissing into the beginning of her cleavage. “you deserve a man lookin’ after you.”

margie knew that there was some sort of truth to what colt was saying. anytime his mother facetimed or called him, the boy stopped everything to tend to his mommy. it was cute at first, margie thought that it was sweet that he was so close to his mother. but once he stopped eating her out because mommy dearest needed advice on which iphone she should get. they had worked through that blunder and even though he had scurried off to pick her up at this thanksgiving, colt seemed fun enough to spend time with. “i’m not one to get in between a boy and his mother. but what about you? how close is he to his daddy?” margie asked, feeling drawn to the older man, knowing that her soft chest was probably pressed tight against her sheer blouse. 

as plainly as he spoke, colt stared at the tits straining against the pretty little blouse his son’s girlfriend had on, practically undoing the buttons with his focused gaze. licking over his lips, he only flicked his eyes up to meet hers for a brief moment, acknowledging he’d heard her question with that single look, but not rushing to answer it when he could bask in the sight of her instead. “close enough. we don’t really...have a lot in common. tried taking him out shooting, fishing---even took him to a strip club when he hit eighteen, but the kid spent the whole time blushing and then ratted me out to his mom.” chuckling, colt sunk back into his chair, thighs spread wide to show off the hefty bulge between them and his free hand---the one not clutching a beer bottle---popping another button on his shirt to ease the heat of the room. “i just like to look out for him, since he’s a little bit...soft. which reminds me to ask---how’d you two meet?”

“you just look dirty.” was all aimee had to go on, nothing more nothing less. she had been around her pervert uncle enough and her older brother’s frat friends to know what a dirty boy looked like and nick seemed to fit the mold. what didn’t seem to fit was his gym shorts since they clung to the bulge that seemed to get larger since the moment aimee stepped into the room. perhaps it was wishful thinking but she definitely felt like there was something going on downstairs. “i’m not a good girl, good girls are boring. daisy freeman is a good girl and she’s stupid boring. besides, i like to have fun. thinking about guys like you and what they’re like in bed is way more fun than being good.”

“oh, so you’re a bad girl, are you?” nick couldn’t help laughing at how forward aimee was being, and how dismissive of her older sister she was. she was a little brat, no doubt about that, but it was endearing on someone so cute---especially when she was so caught up with the idea of what nick might be like in bed. it was about time someone in this house took care of his needs, after all. “well, a bad girl would be over here, sitting a little closer to me. maybe even sitting right here.” the hand rubbing at his toned abs dipped lower to grab at the bulge in his shorts, waving the thick outline of his semi-hard cock at the teenager with a playful smile. “and maybe while you do that you can tell me what exactly you think i’d be like in bed.”

“there’s no way you fuck my sister.” aimee knew it was blunt but after being around her sister’s boyfriend for so many months and knowing what a prude her sister truly was, there was no way she was letting her stud of a boyfriend put his penis anywhere near her body. she wasn’t sure if ashley was just shy or if she liked being a cocktease but aimee was neither of those things. “at least not the way you like to fuck. she’s too lame to do anything fun or be nearly as dirty as what i think you like.”

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not thinking that he’d have his girlfriend’s baby sister coming to the room looking for his attention, nick had only been in loose gym shorts when she’d shown up, and still hadn’t bothered to pull anything else on. sprawled out on the bed with a hand behind his head and his bicep gently flexed, his free hand ran over his abs while he cocked an eyebrow at the young girl’s words. “what makes you think i’m so dirty in bed?” he was, and he wasn’t getting his dick wet any less just because his girlfriend was an uptight bore. “and why are you thinkin’ about what i’m like in bed, anyway? a good girl like you shouldn’t be doing that.”

madison had been around the girl long enough teach her the benefits of shared and mutual pleasure. was she still a work in progress, sure, who wasn’t. but she had left her alone for the time being. madison certainly wasn’t made to not show off or ignore being admired, especially from someone as attractive as beau was right now. “thankfully for you, i’m not interested in you being the model big brother. keeping your hands off is actually strongly discouraged.” madison could tell that her body was doing a number to his will power. it was most people’s kryptonite. some of the best work done in california from her special doctor, but her ass had never looked better. plump, ripe goodness ready to be plucked and it looked like beau was just the right person to do so.

“great. that’s what i like to hear, little lady.” that was all the encouragement beau needed to smack his hand across the ass madison was offering up so readily, his cock giving a frustrated throb under his loose jeans just at the sight of those cheeks bouncing. “haven’t seen an ass like this in my life.” couldn’t be real. no way. beau had seen plenty of fat asses in his time, but nothing quite so...perfect. it only made him want to be rougher, to really ruin this girl in front of him not just for working herself to look like the perfect whore, but showing herself off as one too. pressing up against her, he rubbed his bulge into the side of one of her thick cheeks while his hand smacked between them, close to her hole and rubbing down post-impact between her thighs in search of her smooth slit. “walking around in town looking like this, girl... you’re gonna go home knocked up and not even know who your daddy is.”

madison wasn’t entirely sure she would like visiting the ‘south’ considering all the problems that came with that heavily problematic part of the country but she never turned down a free vacation. charleston was supposed to be super classy and she figured she might run into a ravenel or a cast member of southern charm. whoever this guy was certainly could give shep a run for his money. “we’re close…but i wouldn’t think she’s the possessive type. i’ve only known her to enjoy sharing.” madison teased, knowing that the short skirt she wore had her ass hanging out like it was nothing. she already had the younger blonde between her legs before ainsley had to run out for a quick errand. madison was curious to see who was better with their mouth, brother or sister. “are you afraid of what your baby sister might say?”

“my little sister? enjoys sharing? since when?” this was news to beau. striding a little further into the room in his low-slung jeans, he stepped just short of the bed and propped his shoulder up against the back wall of the bedroom. “should see how hard it is to ever get my hands on some of her prettiest friends. tells me as her big brother i should be leaving her friends alone.” walking a little closer, he stopped by the side of her thick body, leaving him with a profile shot of that perfectly thick ass that his hands were just dying to take hold of. “afraid? nah. but man, is she a bitch to listen to sometimes.”

the slap to her rear set trish back into reality, knowing that her father was now in the room. she was too horny to even notice the showers turning off or perhaps she would have fallen in line, but hearing the man’s gruff voice sent a chill down her spine and straight to her hole. “daaaaddy…” she groaned, watching how much of a stud her dad was, her hand moving to caress and pet the slick folds of her pussy. “please, drop that towel, daddy. i’ve been a good girl, mostly. don’t i deserve someting nice to play with.”

“and what do you wanna play with, baby? hmm?” at her behest, andy dropped the towel and grabbed a fistful of his daughter’s hair, tugging her closer to smack his thick, soft cock across her face with an excited grin. “you wanna play with daddy’s cock?” tugging harder on her hair, he forced her face into his balls and groaned as his cock thickened out. “gonna suck on his balls, too? gonna worship what you’ve been sniffing all week, slut?”