Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

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Yes, this is one of those stories, if it's not your cup of tea. Then I suggest you find something else to read. Otherwise, enjoy!

For the unedited version due to Lit's rather idiotic rules you know where to find it.

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Cory Miller wasn't gifted with an athletic body, or a brain with the IQ of 180. No. This is a story about a boy who, through no fault of his own, yet due to the genetic lottery, was born with a rather small penis. Yet, that wasn't the worst of it, his mother had walked in on him, by accident, when he was measuring it when he turned eighteen last summer before his senior year. How he wanted to die that day when his mother dropped the laundry basket she had been holding as she doubled over in laughter. She couldn't keep it to herself. No. Not his mother. She had to spread it around the family that their son and their brother had a teeny tiny cock. She even went as far as to give him the nickname of 'Li'l Stanley.' It was never 'Hi Cory!', 'How you doing, Cory?' and such, no, it was "Hi, Li'l Stanley!' His two older sisters took the most pleasure out of his torment. Some days his mother, and even his father, would join in. Was it his fault he was born with such a small size? If anything that particular genetic anomaly falls on his parents; he was, after all, a mixture of both of them.

"Hey, Li'l Stanley." How he sneered at the sound of his twenty-one-year-old sister's voice. "I need some help, you mind helping me, you've always been better at math than I am," Dayana said, in a sweet tone to butter up her brother. Her blonde hair brushing along her chest. Her t-shirt was tight against her 38B breasts foretelling she wore no bra underneath.

"First, you insult me, then you ask for my help? Go fuck yourself, Dayana. Don't you have some party to slut it up at?" Cory asked, his venom wasn't hard to miss.

"Hey, you can't talk to Dayana like that?!" Zoe said, defending her older sister. "If you don't like it, grow a bigger dick!" she spat.

"If I could I would. But you see there's this thing called DNA, something you two college know-it-alls should be aware of. You simply can't change it. If you want to look at someone look at your parents. They're the ones who did this to me," Cory sneered. "And shouldn't you be surrounded by your football team, blowing each and every one of them in your bukkaki fetish?" he asked, peering over at his middle sister. Knowing that Dayana had bought Zoe booze when they were out given how Zoe was almost twenty.

"Mom!" Zoe yelled for their mother. Her sandy blonde hair matched their mother's along with her 32D breasts given how they had swapped out bras when the strap of their mother's broke one day. Their mother, Celeste, stood a little over six feet, being forty-two, his friends, those few he brought home, were always smitten by her and his sisters. 'If they only knew the real them.' He would always say to himself when they would go on and on about how hot they were. Cory didn't see the appeal. He had lived with their verbal abuse for the past five years and he was growing tired of it. He was so glad he was almost done with high school. Then he would leave for college and most likely stay there for the next four years, then find himself a nice job far away from his parents.

"What's the matter?" Celeste's smooth, sinful voice drifted up the stairs.

"Li'l Stanley is in here calling us whores and sluts," Dayana called back glaring at her brother.

"Cory! You get your ass down here right this second!"

"No, thank you!" Cory shouted back stunning his sisters. No one said no to their mother, not even their father, she was that much of a force of nature. Sure, his heart was racing when he heard her feet on the steps, yet he was going to face down this fire-breathing monster. They might have crushed his spirit, pushed him into depression, and his low self-esteem, yet he wasn't going to have it any longer!

"You're in for it now," Zoe snickered as she and Dayana backed away to enjoy the show. They both looked perplexed when Cory turned his chair to face the door with his arms crossed.

"Yes, just barge in, no knock or anything," Cory said, coldly. Silently taking note of how that stopped her... if only for a second.

"What's this I hear about you calling your sisters sluts and whores?" Her green eyes burned in her fury. No one, not even her son used that term for her daughters.

"What? Don't like the truth?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow. "If they don't want to be called sluts and whores maybe they shouldn't be sluts and whore..." Dayana and Zoe gasped as the slap reverberated loudly in Cory's room.

"You do not use that language in this house! Do I make myself clear!?" Taking a step back as Cory pushed himself out of his chair. Sure, she had seen the anger in his eyes whenever they would tease him, yet what she saw... even she knew she went too far.

"So..." Taking a steadying breath, "Those sluts, and you, can belittle me for five damn years for something I had no control over. Thanks by the way for the weak genes you passed on. And yet I can't call them what they really are? You sure you want to go down this path?" Cory growled standing nose to nose, or as close to it as his five feet ten inch height would allow.

"Or what, you'll kiss me? Why else are you standing so damn close to me," Celeste taunted. "Do you want me to kiss your little hurt feelings and make it all better? Do I need to pat that little cock of yours to make you feel better?"

"Please," rolling his eyes, "why the fuck would I want anything like that from you?" Blocking her slap, then another before he lightly pushed his mother backwards. "You only get one."

"You're grounded! You hear me!"

"Oh, woe is me! Whatever am I to do?!" Cory said, playing up his role. "Oh, right, don't listen to the three bitches of Eastwick." Darting his head back to avoid her swing. "You missed," he stated cockily seeing the shocked expressions on his sisters faces. Smirking wickedly at how red in fury his mother's face was getting.

"You are not to leave this room if it isn't for school, work, or dinner. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear!" Celeste growled restraining her anger.

"Yeah, yeah," shooing his mother away, "why don't you go slut around with your daughters maybe that will dislodge the stick you have up your ass," Cory taunted, loving how that cheek of hers twitched.

"Just wait till your father gets home, he'll have his own words for you," Celeste spat, spinning on her heel. "You'll always have a little dick! No woman is going to fuck you, so you better just start to learn how to suck a cock. Because that little thing is nothing more than a pussy," she sneered before slamming his bedroom door closed.

"Whatever," Cory rolled his eyes as he retook his seat in his chair and turned back to his computer. Opening his browser, typing in how to make your dick bigger. Blowing out a breath as he scanned through pages and pages of sites that offered some miracle pill, some fruit, or some weird ass techniques to grow the size of one's cock. He was about to give up and resign himself to the fate that was handed to him when he reached the bottom of page twenty of his search. However, that all changed when a curious popup, something that shouldn't have been able to happen given the blocker, appeared on his screen. He was about to close it out when something within him whispered that he should check it out. Clicking on the link, reading carefully so he wouldn't be duped into wasting his money.

Turning down the volume of the speakers, playing all the testimonials the site had on their page. While he didn't wish to see other dudes cocks, yet if it was true from the before and after photos he knew this would work for him. He was about to head to the cart to checkout, until he saw the testimonials of the wives or girlfriends of the men on the site. Cory wondered if they knew how they debased their men on there until they got to the point of after their men had used the product. Arching an eyebrow at how gushing most of the women were about the increase in their size. He wondered if their husbands ever watched their tapes. If they did, he knew most of them would be divorced by now. The pointer moved back and forth along the screen as he debated on paying the seventy-five dollars the cream cost.

"This better be worth it," Cory said, blowing out a breath after he hit the purchase button.

Cory blew along the paper watching the eraser crumbs tumbling along its surface after he had erased the mistake he had made on his homework. Looking to the clock when he heard a car pulling up. Knowing his father had just gotten home from his construction job. Sighing when he knew what would be coming. Turning towards the door, leaning on the armrest with his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he waited. That fear all children have knowing they were about to get punished grew and grew as it crawled up his spine at the heavy footfalls of his father's boots. Watching his door being thrust open, and the pair of boxing gloves his father always used to solve their disputes came flying towards him.

"Backyard, five minutes, or I'll whip your hide worse than I would fighting a man," Jairo said, angrily.

Sighing as Cory leaned down and plucked the gloves from the floor. He knew he had lost all the other times they had done this; Cory was determined to win this time. He was just going to have to keep his anger in check and not let it lead him astray, like it had in the past.

"No more, Li'l Stanley, no more depression, no more self-esteem issues. After tonight it's a new start for me," Cory said, pumping himself up.

Cory noted how his mother and sisters were all outside sitting in the same old spots they always took when his father made him do this. Ignoring his mother's hateful glare and the snickers from his sisters as he strapped the gloves on. Seeing his father waiting for him. Then the uncertainty began to grow as his eyes ran down his father's muscular body, one he had gotten from his years in construction.

"So, want to tell me why you're calling your sisters those names?" Noting how his son was bobbing and weaving as he threw some soft jabs. He would beat him sure, but not to the point of incapacitating his son.

"If the shoe fits," Cory said, shrugging his shoulders. "You got to wonder if they're sluts does that make Mom one?" he asked, noting the anger in his father's eyes. "Touch a nerve, did I?" Chuckling as he backpedaled. Cory knew he couldn't win outright. His father just had too much strength for him to simply overpower. So, he took a tactic from his old man and got him off-kilter like he always did with him. Cory's uppercut slipped through his father's guard, landing squarely on his chin. He didn't give his father any time to recover as he pressed in on him. He heard the exhalation of his father's breath as he knocked the wind out of him. Then something happened, something marvelous as he felt bone crunching under his fist as it landed squarely on his father's nose. Yet the elation didn't last long as Cory felt the searing pain in his chest feeling a few ribs cracking due to the force of his father's punch.

"Jairo!" Celeste shouted seeing the blood pouring down his face. Ignoring her son as he laid on the grass holding his chest. "Honey, we need to get you to the hospital."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me," Cory spat bitterly. Fighting to tamp down the pain that was flooding his body.

"Fine you big..."

"I think I cracked his ribs," Jairo said, cutting his wife off.

"Oh, for fucks sake," Celeste uttered in disappointment that her husband didn't win like he always had. "Come on, li'l..." Her voice stilled as her son batted her offered hand away.

"Fuck off, you cunt." An audible gasp filled the air as those words left Cory's lips.

"Cory?!" Jairo growled through the pain.

"What?! You all have been degrading me for the past five fucking years, every single fucking day. You don't like how I degrade you fucks, too fucking bad!" Cory grunted through the pain as he pushed himself up off the ground. "I've dealt with your verbal abuse all this time, and not a peep out of me. The one time I speak my mind you people get your panties in a fucking twist. If you can't take it, don't dish it out..." Cory felt himself falling backwards. All he knew was dizziness and lightheadedness as he blacked out from the pain.

"Where...?!"

"Shh... you have two fractured ribs, best to talk slow and with light breaths." Cory's eyes began to focus revealing the late fifties woman as she hovered over him.

"How did I get here?" Wincing as he tried to sit up.

"Your father carried you into the ER, I'll get the doctor," she said sweetly, lightly patting his shoulder.

Ten minutes later Cory saw the doctor walking in with his mother behind him. "Make her leave," Cory demanded.

"Cory, listen I..."

"Too fucking little, too fucking late. Get out," Cory stared hatefully at his mother while holding his ribs.

"Alright, I'll be outside," Celeste said, hiding the pain in her eyes at what she had caused.

"So can I go home now?" Cory asked, once the doctor had done all her tests to see if he didn't have a concussion.

"In a minute, I need to ask. How did you hurt your rids? It wasn't physical abuse was it?" Cory could see how her eyes were running down his wiry body compared to his fathers.

"You're going to laugh when you hear how it happened. So here comes Dad walking into the kitchen Mom's not paying any attention as she's getting out the mop to clean up the spill she caused. Then bam!" Smacking his hands together. "Mom opens the closet door right in Dad's face hitting him squarely in the nose. I hear him holler something fierce. So, I'm rushing down the stairs to see what's going on. Then wouldn't you know it, I slipped on the very spill Mom was trying to clean up! So my arms were all over the place as I try to regain my balance. Then I saw the table as I felt my feet slipping out from under me. I tried to correct myself, seems I overcorrected, given how I ended up here." Watching how she was fighting back her laughter as he told the biggest lie of his life.

"Well, I don't see anything wrong with you other than your ribs. I'll have you discharged soon," she said, lightly patting his leg.

"You have a gorgeous smile," Cory said, truthfully. He wasn't trying to hit on her, he just thought the compliment was warranted.

"Awe, that's so sweet, thank you..."

"I wasn't hitting on you, I genuinely think you have a gorgeous smile," Cory said, hearing the strain in her voice. Knowing she must get hit on constantly.

"Sorry, its..."

"No, it's cool. I understand. Guys can be asshats seventy-five percent of the time," Cory said, a smile stretched from ear to ear at how cute her chuckle was.

"True, they can be, I thank you for the compliment and for the laughs. You take care of yourself, alright?"

"Sure thing, doc," Cory nodded.

"I'll have the nurse bring you some pain medication while I get your discharge forms ready."

"Thanks, so don't want to do this again," Cory chuckled lightly.

"I can imagine."

Cory watched her leave wondering what her ass looked like beneath that white coat. So wishing she would come back as he noted how his mother slipped into the room. That once warm smile quickly faded as he rolled over. Swinging his legs off the bed, wondering where they put his shirt as he looked around for it. Looking to his left when his mother tapped him on his arm seeing his shirt in her hand.

"Cory, I'm..."

"Five years is a little too late to say your fucking sorry." Hissing as he lifted his arms, knowing he was going to have to watch his movements until his ribs healed.

"I was apologizing for what I said today," Celeste said, watching how his shirt slid over the ace bandage they used to wrap his ribs.

"It seemed to me you meant every word of it," Cory said, keeping his back to her.

As Celeste opened her mouth to have this out with her son her phone chose the worst time to interrupt. "Hey, Zoe, did you get your Dad home okay?"

"Yeah, gave him his meds, I put him in bed when we got home. Dad's going to have two black eyes for a while. I can tell they're already starting to form. I'm on my way back to the hospital. Has Li'l Stanley woken up yet?"

"Yes, and don't call him that any more. Thought we had this discussion?" Celeste spoke in a stern motherly voice.

"Yeah, but I'm not saying it to his face. The ass called me a slut, Mom! I'm not a slut!"

Sighing in her mind, "How long will it take you to get here?" Celeste asked, knowing this wasn't going to end any time soon.

"Twenty minutes."

"Good. Cory should be discharged by then," Celeste said, noting how her son hadn't once turned to look at her.

"Cory! Cory!"

"W-what?!" Cory jolted awake after falling asleep on the ride home.

"We're home, come on, let's get you to bed..." Looking away in sadness when Cory once again brushed away her hand. She watched how he held his side as he ambled towards the front door.

"Look who's home, did it feel good breaking Dad's nose?' Dayana asked, in a snide tone.

"Yep, did it feel good doing your first gangbang?" Cory retorted as he walked towards the stairs. Not seeing how murderous his sister glared at him.

"I still need help you know!" Dayana called after him.

"And you can refer to what I told you to do earlier," Cory stated as he climbed the stairs. "I'm not your damn calculator!"

Five days later...

For five long agonizing days Cory has watched the USPS website to track the progress of his package. Walking hurriedly home knowing his package should be in the mailbox. He so hoped what they said would work. Even if it was just two inches he would be ecstatic. At least then they will never be able to call him that name again. The moment he opened the mailbox he was saddened to find it empty. As he closed the lid, his gaze lifted noticing his father's truck and his mother's car in the driveway. Which was odd for this time of day. Looking oddly at it as he walked along beside it to the front door, he noticed something strange, something that didn't belong to his mother within it. However, that all went out the window when he walked into his home and was met with a wall of moans. He was thinking about walking back out, but then he thought, 'Fuck it!' Why not ruin their fun? Nevertheless, Cory was not expecting to find his parents and two strangers he's never seen fucking each other.

"Oh, God, you got a nice, big cock!"

"You like that cock don't you, slut?!"

"Mmmhmm, it's all nice and hard, fill me up..."

"I've been waiting for this all month," a rather big breasted Asian woman cooed as she rode his father.

"I'm so posting this!" Cory chuckled.

"Cory!" Celeste gasped in horror.

"What the hell, man! You can't just walk..."

"This is my house numb nuts I can come and go as I please. But I'll let you four sluts finish. Do steam clean the furniture," Cory said, laughing madly as he walked away. Checking the kitchen to see if his package was there, he found the mail on the kitchen table but no package. Heading up to his room hoping that it was there. Closing his door, blocking out the noises from below, his eyes going wide with glee as he noticed the sealed package on his desk. Setting his bag down beside his desk like he had always done. Tearing open the package, reaching in and pulling out the item that would change his life, or so he hoped it would.

"Fountain of Eros?! What the hell is an Eros?" Cory muttered running his eyes along the label. Flipping the box over reading the instructions, nodding to himself when he saw the size of the dosage for the length of growth that he wanted. Noting how it was to be applied when he was hard and masturbate using the cream as lubricant. Ignoring the warnings that it should not be use more than once a day and not to use more than a tablespoon at a time due to the unknown effects it could cause. At that point in time he didn't care what the side effects were. He just really, really wanted to prove to his family he wasn't small any longer. He also didn't notice the fine print that you would need a magnifying glass to see where it stated it wasn't responsible for the increase sexual attraction once the cream had worked its magic. Quickly shoving the box into his drawer and closing it just as quickly when he heard someone coming up the stairs.

Seeing the shadow stopping in front of his door as he sat in his chair. Wondering which one of them drew the short straw to come and speak with him. He so hoped it was his father. Cory was going to make it so embarrassing for him. He even had a play by play feedback all prepared for his father too.

"Cory?"

"Shucks," Cory mumbled in disappointment at his mother's voice. "What?"

"We'll be back in an hour; we'll talk when we get back." Looking oddly at the door when she hadn't opened it.

"Let's not and say we did, mmmkay?" That really wasn't a conversation he wanted to have.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you're a slut, Dad's a slut, my sisters are sluts, seems I'm the only normal one around here. So, no, we don't need to talk," Cory said, smirking at the door. He could feel his mother's frustration through it wanting to refute what he just said, but could she, she did have another man's cock in her cunt, did she not?

"Alright, we'll be back soon."

"Uh-huh." Cory didn't care either way as his eyes glanced to his drawer. Slyly peering out the window watching his parents leave. Once they were out of sight he threw open the drawer and grabbed the box. Dashing into the bathroom he shared with his sisters. Quickly undoing his pants and pushing them and his underwear to his ankles. "Okay, little fella, you won't be little anymore," Cory said to his cock, before he began to stroke himself to full hardness. Ripping open the box, arching an eyebrow at the seven ounce tube when it filled his hand. Feeling his cock twitch when he squeezed a third of the cream into his right hand.

Smearing it along his length and rubbing the cream into his balls as well. To Cory's thinking he had to have big balls to go along with the dick he was hoping to have. And so, Cory stroked away not realizing how the cream was being absorbed into his blood engorged phallus, nor did he realize his manhood had grown a quarter of an inch as he leaned his head back and enjoyed the sensations of his masturbation. Cory was so spent as he stared down at the now empty, rolled up tube; he'd used every drop of it. Washing his hands to get the greasy feel from them before pulling up his pants. He just hoped the tingling sensation he was feeling in his balls and cock was a normal thing. Flipping off the light when he walked out. Reaching down rubbing his manhood when the tingling turned into an itch that just wouldn't go away. Suddenly a pang of hunger stabbed at his stomach, which was odd to him given how he had just eaten a little over three hours ago.

Cory was enjoying a turkey sandwich with some chips as he heard the front door opening. He didn't care, they could fuck anyone they wanted, they were sluts, after all. If he was being truthful, they had lost any chance of having a meaningful relationship with him long ago.

"Cory?! Why are you eating?!" Celeste asked, her green eyes running over her son's body, feeling something odd about him. It was like she wasn't looking at her son, but a man she so wanted to mount. Shaking the thought from her mind, she had no idea where that came from and hoped it wouldn't develop into some weird fetish.

"I'm hungry, obviously," Cory muttered, rolling his eyes at the stupidity of her question.

"Dinner is in an hour, couldn't you wait?" Celeste huffed irritably, ignoring how he reached down and rubbed something beneath the table.

"Obviously, I couldn't," Cory stated popping a chip into his mouth.

"Cory," her heels clicked on the floor as she walked to the seat across from him, "I know you must think something awful at what you saw today," Celeste began to say only to notice her son wasn't paying any attention.

"If you want to be a slut, go be a slut, I don't really care," Cory stated taking a sip of his drink.

"I. Am. Not. A. Slut. So get that out of your head, right this instant," Celeste said heatedly, her finger stabbing the table.

"Oh? Then what do you call a woman who has another man's cock in her slutty cunt, if she isn't a slut?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow at how perturbed his mother was getting. He was so amused when she couldn't refute that.

"A swinger," Jairo said, appearing in the doorway. "We are sorry you walked in on that Cory," he spoke walking to the seat beside his wife. "We just lost track of time."

"Uh-huh," Cory muttered before taking a bite of his sandwich, noting how his father's eyes were still black from the punch five days ago yet they weren't as swollen as they once were. "Hey, fuck, suck whoever you want, I don't care," he said, reaching into his pocket when his phone rang. "Hello?"

"Cory?" His boss's voice came over the line.

"Yeah, what can I do for you Mrs. Ross?"

"I was wondering if you could come in and work until nine. Aria didn't come in tonight."

"Yeah, sure, let me finish eating and I'll get dressed and head in."

"Thank you, Cory, I'll see you then."

"So we done with this little talk?" Cory asked, getting up from his seat. "Good," when his parents remained silent, "I have to go to work," he stated throwing out the remainder of his meal.

"When do I need to come get you?" Jairo asked, as they sat in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant his son worked at part-time.

"Don't bother, I'll take the bus home," Cory said, closing the passenger door behind him.

Jairo watched his son walking into his place of work. Wondering why Cory had so much animosity towards them. Sure, they might rag on him from time to time, yet he didn't think his son would take it so bad, yet it appeared that Cory did. Sighing as he backed out of the parking spot, hoping they could fix this rift between them as he headed home.

It was ten o'clock by the time he had gotten home. Given how the bus was late. Sure, he could have had his father pick him up, yet why would he want that? Although he was happy that he could make some extra hours to replenish the money he had spent on that cream. For four hours Cory had to fight himself from scratching his junk as he stood at the register taking orders. He's never felt his balls or cock so damn itchy before; it almost drove him mad! Stripping out of his work clothes as he entered his room without a word to his parents or his sisters. Crawling under the covers, the moment his head hit his pillow Cory was out like a light.

"What the fuck!" Dayana muttered when she stared down at the very, very large sheet tent her brother's pole was supporting. She had come up to wake him for breakfast, she wasn't expecting to find this greeting her when she walked into his room. "No, it can't be, he's tiny," she said, shaking her head, yet the truth was before her very eyes. "Holy shit!" Dayana screamed out jolting her brother awake as her eyes just couldn't look away from one of the biggest cocks she's ever seen. It had to be over twelve inches long and she had no idea how big around it was, yet it seemed that she wouldn't be able to fit her hand around it.

"What the hell!" Cory growled quickly covering himself up. "Get the hell out!"

"Sorry, Cory!" Dayana stammered rushing out of his room. "Breakfast is ready, whenever you come down," she called back as she rushed down the stairs.

"What's all that racket?" Celeste asked, when her eldest daughter came rushing into the kitchen while she and Zoe ate. Jairo had already left to head into work. To get as many hours as possible in before they left for the beach in two weeks for their annual spring break vacation.

"Mom?! You said Cory was tiny," Dayana said, clearly flustered by what she had seen with her very own eyes.

"He is, why do you bring it up?" Celeste asked, rather confused by her daughter's behavior.

"Umm... I think you didn't see it properly then," Dayana said bashfully, as she looked away.

"Honey, there was no mistake on my part."

"Then you need to have your eyes check because from what I saw he's this big," holding out her hands to display Cory's length, "I don't even think I can fit my hand around it it's so big!" Dayana stated nearly drooling.

"You sure we're talking about the same brother here?" Zoe asked, worried for her sister given the look on Dayana's face.

"Go see for yourself if you don't believe me!" Dayana said, throwing up her arms.

Back in Cory's room...

Cory just laid there in shock of what he was seeing. He never once, sure he hoped like hell it worked, yet, never did he think it would actually happen. Yet, as he gazed at his massive, throbbing cock, which had slipped out of the slit of his underwear in his sleep, feeling it pulsating eager to unleash the load that was churning within his now equally enlarged balls. Laughing madly when he felt just how big they were. "Yes!" Cory exclaimed jumping out of bed. "It fucking worked... fuck that hurt," he hissed low when he held his ribs. However, he just couldn't stop shaking his cock from side to side just to watch it move. "Oh, fuck!" Cory moaned at how sensitive his new, thick, large cock was when he wrapped his hand around it. Feeling how heavy his balls were hanging as he ran his hand along his new cock. Seeing his pre-cum just oozing out like a faucet and down to his floor as he just stood there with his eyes closed as he slowly jacked himself off.

Snapping himself out of his bliss, he needed to measure it before he went and took care of his horniness. His jaw dropped when the ruler read twelve and a quarter inches. "Who's little now you fucking bitch?!" Cory muttered low.

Celeste was walking up the stairs just to prove her daughter wrong in what she saw. Nonetheless, she was not prepared for what her own eyes saw as her gaze crested the stairs at the same time to see her son walking towards their bathroom with his cock sticking out of his underwear like it was leading the way. She couldn't move, she couldn't say a word as the image of her son's manhood would never leave her mind. That wasn't the cock she had seen when he was thirteen. No. That was a man's cock, a cock that she knew would fit her so well... her head snapped back at that thought. She couldn't believe she actually thought that about her own son. Turning around about to head back to the kitchen, or she was until she heard her son's moan. She couldn't explain why she felt the sudden surge of heat flooding her mound when she heard that. Turning back around, heading up the stairs, walking silently towards her children's bathroom. Taking a dry swallow when she noted the light coming through the gap of the skewed door. Her hand flew to her mouth, her green eye went wide as she peered through that gap. Watching her son stroking that fat cock of his.

"It's so... big!" Celeste moaned in her mind. It was her white whale; the one she had been searching for all her life. "Look at those balls! They're huge!" Her eye followed the sway of those cum filled testicles feeling herself falling under their hypnotic influence. Her body moved on its own, her hand lowered from her mouth only to find it's home on her left 32D breast when her right hand settled in-between her legs. "That's it baby, stroke that cock. Let me see it cum!" A wanton purr rippled across her mind as she fondled herself watching her son masturbate. Her eyes flew wide when she watched the biggest ejaculation just shooting from the tip of her son's cock. How she so wanted to be drenched in its cum as it seemed like Cory's climax went on forever.

"I'm so going to have to get lube for this thing."

Celeste nodded along at his statement. It was a crime against humanity to allow that gorgeous thing to become chafed, at least that's what Celeste thought. For, you see, Celeste was what people would call a size queen. The bigger they were, the better. That was why Jairo had agreed to her suggestion of swinging for one day a month; so she wouldn't be tempted to stray from their marriage. She loved Jairo with all her heart, she couldn't fault him because he was born with a seven inch cock. How she just wanted to rush in there and drop to her knees and take that cock into her mouth just to get it hard again as she watched it deflate while he washed his cum from off the bathroom wall.

"Man, there's a lot of it."

"Don't worry baby, I'll drink it all..." Celeste quickly ran to her room when her son turned his head towards the door. She didn't mean to say that out loud. She was so fucking wet! Closing her door, rushing to her nightstand and pulling out her favorite dildo. Celeste didn't wait to get undressed as she leapt onto her bed. No. She snatched up her nightgown, shoved her panties to the side and slammed that rubberized cock into her dripping pussy. "Oh! Yes! Fuck me with that cock! Stretch this pussy out!" Celeste moaned softly so not to alert her children that she was masturbating to the image of her son's hard cock in her mind.

It was noon when Celeste woke up from the orgasmic coma she had fucked herself into. Feeling her cunt throbbing as she slid off her bed. Smelling her lingering sex in the air, and how wet she still was as she walked into her and Jairo's master bath. Turning on the shower and stripping out of her nightgown and panties. Her towel rubbed her hair dry as she walked out of the bathroom naked. Sitting on the edge of her bed, smiling as those naughty thoughts ran through her mind as she rubbed her lotion, its sweet rosy scent filling her nostrils, into her skin. Opening her underwear drawer, taking out a pair of sexy black panties she normally wore to bed when she and Jairo were going to make love. Yet right then she wanted to feel sexy for the cock she had her eyes on. She knew it was wrong, still, how many chances would she have at something so massive? Forgoing her bra, she wanted Cory to see all the detail of her breasts that going braless in a tight t-shirt would give him. Humming as the booty shorts she wore to clean the house when no one was home rose along her silky thighs. Shaking her booty in the mirror just to see how good it looked in those shorts.

Her green eyes darted around her son's empty room. Wondering where he could have gone off to. Walking to Dayana's closed door, opening it without thinking...

"Mom! Don't you knock!" Dayana scrambled to cover herself as her dildo was hilt deep in her glistening pussy.

"Sorry, baby!" Quickly closing the door. Her face ripening in embarrassment. "Where's your brother?" Celeste asked, through the door.

"I don't know, he left here, like, at nine."

"Okay, you come down and eat when your done," Celeste said, walking away. "Hey, honey, you hungry?" she asked, seeing how Zoe was stretched out on the couch zoning out on mindless TV.

"Sure, Mom," Zoe said, offhandedly.

"Okay, I'll fix us some chicken salad sandwiches," Celeste said, in a loving, motherly tone.

"Mom?" Rolling onto her stomach wondering why she was wearing such a getup when her father wasn't home. "I know you went up there this morning. Did you see it?" Zoe asked, stopping her mother in her tracks.

"Yes," Celeste stated not looking at her daughter.

"Was it big?"

"Very," Celeste said, peering over her left shoulder. The embers of lust burning within the depths of her pupils.

"So, Dayana wasn't lying?" Zoe inquired slyly rubbing her clit along the cushion.

"No, its more like she didn't describe it accurately enough to give the full scope of what your brother has swinging between his legs," Celeste said, feeling her nipples hardening at the thought of what touching that beast would be like.

"He's that big?!" Zoe asked, skeptically.

"Oh, honey, even I don't know if I could handle something that big, and I love them big," Celeste said, walking into the kitchen.

Cory stood at the door of one of his mother's friends who had the reputation of being easy around the neighborhood. He just wanted an honest opinion on his cock. Plus, he was dying to show it off. The black plastic bag containing the two bottles of lube he had bought when he visited the adult store earlier that day bumped against his leg as he knocked.

"Cory?! What are you doing here?" Tess asked, surprised to see her friend's son standing on her stoop.

"I need your opinion on something, and I don't have many female friends that I trust enough to ask," Cory said bashfully, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. His eyes slyly running down her body. Seeing how the sun played along her ebony skin. The scent of vanilla drifting off of it. Her breasts straining against her shirt. Those hip hugging pants of hers detailed the alluring shape of her thighs.

"Okay, I guess, come in," Tess said, finding it a little strange that he would come to her. Leading him to her living room gesturing him to take a seat on the couch while she took her spot in the armchair. "What's this about, Cory?"

"I need your opinion on if my cock is too much or not enough," Cory said, trying not to let his nervousness touch his voice.

"Do what?!" Tess asked in shock. "Boy, who do you think your talking too?! I'm not a damn doctor nor am I your girlfriend..." Her voice stilled; the sound of her swallow was loud in the room as she noted the head of his cock in the shadow of his shorts. "Okay, this one time, and you tell no one about this, we clear?"

"Crystal," Cory nodded.

"Alright, show me," Tess said, blowing out a breath. Knowing she shouldn't be doing this with Celeste's son in her home. Yet she was curious to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Her jaw dropped the moment Cory pushed his shorts down. Watching how his cock began to fill with blood as her eyes couldn't look away from it. Not only did his cock have her flabbergasted but his balls as well. She had never seen a man with such large nuts before. Feeling her heart racing, her pussy quaking, her thighs rubbing together as that bulbous, purple-reddish mushroom top danced before her eyes. "My goodness, Cory! The way your mother spoke about you, this was not something I was expecting," Tess said, noting the anger in his eyes when she said that. Reaching forward placing her hand on his shoulder when he bent down to pull up his shorts. "I didn't say I was done, Cory. You wanted my opinion, come closer," she said, in a sultry tone. "I need to see it in a more detailed light."

"Okay," Cory said, waddling over towards her chair.

"Would you mind if I touched it?" Tess asked, peering up at him.

"Sure, but it's a little sensitive."

"I bet it is," Tess whispered low. Her eyes glanced up as she wrapped her hand around Cory's stiff pole. Listening to his moan as she lightly ran her hand down his cock. That was when she leaned forward and took that thick pole into her mouth. Her brown eyes smirked up at him as she bobbed on that cock of his. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Cory placed a hand on the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat. Tess was in heaven, she loved having something thick in her mouth -- more importantly stretching out her throat. Her eyes went wide as his cum flooded her mouth, yet she couldn't swallow it all causing it to pour out of her mouth. Quickly closing her mouth forcing the biggest load she has ever had down her throat. "I want you in my pussy, Cory," Tess said, her hand working his slick cock to get it hard again. "To your inquiry about if this is too much or not enough, it might be too much for most women, however, I know I can handle this fat cock."

"Fucking, slut," Cory said to himself. He knew his mother had told her about the nickname his mother gave him. That was the reason why he showed up at her door. To start his plan into motion in making those who belittled him feel the wrath of his new cock. "Then turn around and bend over," he said, peering down at her. Smirking when Tess scrambled to her feet pushing her pants down and kneeling on the chair with her ass pointing at him.​