It all started at my granddaughter’s birthday party. My grandson Tommy had offered to put on a show during the party. It was a warm day, filled with smiling faces and laughs. My grandson had made a little curtained stage with a handmade sign that said, “The Amazing Tommy.” He had his mom and grandma (my wife) come sit on stools while he hypnotized them. Both ladies looked beautiful in their lovely sundresses. It was easy to see the resemblance. The years had added wrinkles and sag, but they were both gorgeous women. Curvy women ran in the family, in their dresses their huge breasts strained their bras. Their hips were wide and their ass cheeks overflowed from the small stool tops they sat on.
My grandson did his show. He went through the motions of pretending to hypnotize both women. They played along and carried out simple tasks such as taking a bite from an apple or walking around the backyard. He did a great job and everyone was laughing.
He had them sit back on their stools as he addressed his audience of cousins and siblings. “Not only am I, Amazing Tommy the Hypnotist, but also a famous wild animal tamers. Today I would like to demonstrated that I am a Ring Master to fierce and exotic animals. But first, they must enter a deep, deep trance.” He spent several minutes, being very serious about placing his mother and grandma under a powerful trance. There was awkward and nervous laughter from the small group of watchers. Many members of the family had lost interest and wandered back to the swimming pool or snack tables.
“I will now issue secret commands, they will act out an animal and you must guess what they are.” He took his time, cupping his hand to their ears and whispering instructions.
He placed his hands on his mother’s shoulders, “You are a bunny rabbit.”
She played along and responded in a clear but monotone voice, “I am a bunny rabbit, Ring Master.”
Tommy beamed with pride, “That’s right, I am the Ring Master. Bunny it is time for you to eat a carrot.”
“Please can I have a carrot, Ring Master?”
I looked down at my watch as Timmy fetched a carrot from the snack table, wondering how long this would go on. I was relieved to see it was time to fetch the ice cream cake from the basement freezer. I headed into the house, missing the end of the show.
We all enjoyed the rest of the party without event. As I was leaving my wife excused herself to use the bathroom before our long drive back home. I waited patiently chatting with family and packing food to bring home when I noticed she had been gone an odd amount of time.
I went upstairs to check on her when I noticed, my grandson quickly duck into his bedroom and close the door. My wife, Doris, was walking out of the bathroom and seemed as if she was in a daze. Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yea, yeh, just felt a little dizzy, must be low blood sugar or something.” She said.
“Okay, I’ll get you some crackers.” I said, looking her over and noting the flush on her face.
I followed her downstairs and got her crackers and a glass of water. She seemed fine and we said our goodbyes and headed home.
Halfway home she had already reclined her chair and started to take a nap.
That’s when I noticed an odd thing. She was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were standing straight up, dark and brown, poking up through the thin material of her dress. I could swear she had one on all day. Maybe it got uncomfortable or her back hurt and she removed it but forgot it in the bathroom. I would remind her tomorrow.
While driving, I reached over and massaged her giant, saggy, soft tits while I drove. She slept through it, snoring, and mumbling. As I squeezed her oversized melons, it was clear she was becoming aroused in her sleep. She started to mumble more. Her hand slid to her lap and started to almost imperceptibly rub her pussy over her dress.
My dick was hardening as I divided my attention between the mostly empty highway ahead and trying to unbutton the top of her dress. As the final button let go, her heavy tits broke free of the dress and nearly spilled out completely. Her nipples were hard and jutted straight up, she had huge areolas, dark and almost purple in color. Her dark black hair was still up in its tight bun. She continued to mutter jibberish in her sleep before I was able to catch one clear phrase. “I am your big tit granny slut, I want to eat your cum.” She was still asleep and her words were garbled but she definitely was having a sexy dream while I played with her nipple. She mumbled something about needing a cock and pulled her dress up, to give her pussy air. I couldn’t take the ache in my pants anymore and let go of her tit to unbuckle my pants and release my growing cock.
I have always been turned on by the stares and remarks I hear from other men when they see her giant rack, bouncing naturally as she walks. It has never been lost on me that my wife’s body is the sexual fantasy of males of all ages. Her massive breasts and big soft, fat ass cheeks have always earned her the attention and advances of men. Now, having her on display while driving, I was lost in fantasy.
What if someone drove past? They would see a dirty old man, driving down the highway with a passed out woman with her giant tits hanging out. The thought of showing my wife off to strangers had me worked up. I couldn’t wait to get home to fuck the brains out of this sexy, naughty, old slut.
I pulled over at a scenic stop, traffic on this road was sparse. I looked at my wife’s sleeping face, her eyes fluttered in her sleep. As I watched, she seemed to be having a crazy dream. She softly mumbled, “Yes, yes, squeeze my tits, jerk off onto my face, cum in my mouth, and feed it to me.” Her fingers fumbled but found her panties and slid under them to rub her clit. I was so turned on watching her. I stroked my cock and groped her tits with my freehand.
I fantasized of truckers spotting my wife’s tits while we drove down the highway. In my fantasy, they can see my wife exposed from up in their truck cabin. They radio it in to alert other nearby trucks on the road to swing by and get an eye full. As I jerked my cock, I imagined them waving me to pull over at this scenic stop. Thery would get out of their trucks. The tents in the front of their pants showing the size of the cocks they would soon be feeding my wife. Their fat dicks would be hanging down obscenely, ready to use her tits, her mouth, and ready to fuck her wet pussy.
Maybe I would roll down her window and let them grope her, make her sleeping body their plaything. They would press their dicks and balls into the passenger window, jerking themselves off while slapping her heavy tits. One by one they all have a turn shooting ropes of thick, hot cum all over her exposed body, tits, and face.
My mind raced with these lustful thoughts. My imagination was running wild. I pumped my dick while picturing her heavy tits swinging and slapping together as truckers took turns fucking her. I imagined her pressed against truck cab windows as they moved her from truck to truck, using her however they wanted. My cock throbbed in my hands as I pictured a crowd of men surrounding her. They would brutally grope her, pulling her dress up to expose her massive, saggy breasts. Then a queue of mouths would take turns lifting and sucking her nipples. Her mouth stuffed with more cocks than she ever imagined sucking and slurping on. Strangers shooting ropes of warm cum across her face and down her throat.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My fantasy overrode my sense of decency. I released my cock from my fist for a moment and leaned across her seat to lick her huge, pale tits. With both hands free, I cupped them together, lifting them up, feeling their full weight and soft squish. I squeezed and pulled both her nipples at the same time. She responded immediately, her eyes opened halfway, with heavy lids.
“What is your command, Ring Master”, she said in a clear but monotone voice.
My hard cock was leaking and throbbing, aching for release.
“I need to feed you my cum.”
“Of course, Master. I am your eager slave.”
I sat back in my seat, grabbing the back of her head, and shoved her face onto my dick as I blurted, “Good whore.”
She did not disappoint. I felt the tip of my hard dick meet her soft warm lips then plunge into her hot, slobbery mouth. Her lips wrapped around my cock, slurping and sucking the entire time. Her tongue and throat massaging me as her head bobbed up and down. She was sucking like she was starving and I could feel every muscle and vein in her throat. My balls tightened, I pumped my cock into her mouth, unable to stop myself. My head swam, my body spun and I was in agony. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer.
I said “I am going to cum” and she started to moan and mumble, “Yes, my master, cum in my mouth, feed your whore cum.”
I lost control. I grabbed her head, pulled it onto my cock and started to fuck her face faster and harder. She moaned and whimpered as I used her slutty mouth as my personal fuck hole. My balls tightened and my body shook with spasms. My cock swelled, I was cumming! I pulled my engorged cock out of her mouth and my cum spurted all over her face.
“Look up at me, take my cum.”
My wife held her hands underneath and caught all of my cum on her face and open palms. The gobs of cum she did catch in her hands, she started to smear all over her face.
“Yes, my master, I am your whore, please mark me.”
“You look like a whore, covered that cum.”
I felt like a king. But my moment of transcendent lust was interrupted by a loud semi as it barreled down the highway. As I watched it pass, I felt her pull off shift back to her seat. Without a word she laid back down to sleep, pulling her dress back down, and pushing her tits back into her top.
“Oh my god, sweetie, I loved that. Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Sorry I woke you, finish your nap while I get us home.”
While my wife was certainly acting oddly, this is only a tiny preview of what was to come. The Amazing Tommy had plans for my wife and I.