She barked in a raspy voice.Should I squeeze those big tits?I swallowed.Of course not you stupid ugly fat cow, Jane answered, But it is fun making you cum.The only part that wasn't shear were the cups, but they were split down the middle, only held closed by a small bow on birthday each.I was afraid I would have to drag you from the basement.I thought, I don’t care, I’m happy.Holly knows it.Wordlessly she eases herself up and lines my cock to her.Not that I hadn’t already looked, but the details didn’t register.I quickly fell asleep in my comfy bed and drifted into a deep sleep.I looked down between my legs, and a thin stream of white semen slowly granddaughter seeped out grandfather of the opening of the Holy Trainer.The Marines don’t usually serve on an Air Force cute base, but in this case we had a specialized electronic training program that they utilized instead of having to produce one of their own, with the limited number of their members needing it.Nicole and I trade redhead our halves. But she had discarded the riding crop and was occupied with strapping herself into a familiar looking harness. Wide black nylon straps cinched tightly around her toned upper thighs, blending almost seamlessly over her dark business pants. A stout buckle secured another strap around her waist, completing the ensemble. A flexible rubber pad covered her crotch, sporting a sturdy birthday plastic prong shaped granddaughter in a series of barbs. I smiled, knowing that plastic shaft mated to a matching hole in the back of each of my mother’s myriad of dildos, offering complete interchangeability on a whim. With a whimper of anticipation I reached with fumbling fingers to eagerly grasp the huge black dildo from the desk top. Wordlessly I handed the monstrous prick back behind me, allowing it to slip from my grasp as Mother took possession. A subtle squeaking sound betrayed the plastic prong of the harness being securely fitted into the back of the rubbery prick, locking the two firmly together. Mother approached the desk, the massive rubber prick grandfather bobbing horizontally from her loins, in a slow, steady rhythm, ominously thick and heavy. My breathing came in short, eager gasps, waiting for that first touch of intimate contact. My eyes went wide, seeing my mother once again reach for the dreaded jar of Vicks and retrieve an oozing glob of the wicked substance on her fingers. She liberally coated the entire shaft of the ponderous rubber cute prick, adding yet another generous dollop when the initial application redhead spread a bit too thin. Then -- the gigantic black dildo glistening with a thick coating of the gel -- she stepped into place behind me. I had no preconceived notions of her intended target, but had to admit to a trembling shudder of lustful eagerness as I felt the huge slippery cock knob fit itself perfectly into the cute little dimple of my butthole. Mother fisted the shaft of the cock, steadily increasing the pressure.