A Family Affair by Montrose Tina overcomes her mother Wilma for the first time Don't get me wrong. I know I'm just a skinny, ugly, little geek. Beautiful women get annoyed when they see me looking at them. But there is one thing I have going for me - a cock the size of a fence post. In school the other boys were afraid to shower after gym the same time I did. Bullies never beat me up like other geeks because they were intimidated - afraid it might touch them and remind them how small they were. The net result was, I was a pretty lonely kid. Girls shunned me for being ugly, guys shunned me for fear of comparison. Anyway, one Saturday morning when I was 16 I was looking out the kitchen window, gently rubbing my lap snake, when a big truck pulled up in front of the vacant house across the street. Out stepped a man and two of the most impressive women I had ever seen. The man was no bigger than me (5'8", 145 pounds). The older woman, maybe 30 years old, was obviously in charge. She stood well over 6' tall and wore black spikes, bare legs, jean cut-offs the size of bikini bottoms and what looked like a black lace bra. She was slender, elegant, and firm. I felt my rod shift and expand. I looked over at the younger woman, a girl, actually. She was just a couple inches shorter than the other woman - maybe 6' even - but outweighed her by 40 pounds of round, bouncing, meat. She looked to be sporting a little baby fat still, but it rode high and looked great on her. The man and the girl unloaded the truck as the woman supervised. The man carried lamps and small boxes. The girl handled the couch, fridge, and other heavier items by herself. I could see mound upon mound of muscle bulge out from under her buoyant baby fat as she hefted the heavier items. My dick rose out of the top of my pants and stood at attention, full throb, watching the young girl get sweatier and more pumped. Rumors flew about the new family on the block. Apparently the woman, Mrs. James, was the mother of the young girl. The man was the father. He fit in. He looked like what people expected a father to look like, and he went to work each morning and came home every night. But the women? She didn't look like any mom I ever saw. She never wore more than lingerie, or a bikini. She was always made-up with her long strawberry blond hair dancing in cascading waves. The daughter dressed like an innocent angel in a short pleated skirt, white blouse, knee high socks, and deck shoes, but still looked more like a Hollywood bombshell than a hometown girl. Like something from a calendar in a gas station - agonizingly erotic. There was no making those 44 DDs and smoldering eyes look innocent and wholesome. And those rocking, round hips were hypnotic. The mothers of the neighborhood wagged there tongues and the dads stared and drooled. But eventually a few folks managed to talk with them and they seemed friendly enough. It turns out, they were from the Ozarks. The mother's family were carnival wrestlers up in the mountains (that set the dad's tongues to wagging). She was a kick-boxer, small for her clan. Men paid good money just to try and last five minutes in the ring with her. None ever had. That's how she met the dad. He was a salesman who had happened on the carnival. She stomped him once and he paid her to do it again and again. He was little, but he was rich and could take a lot of punishment. They had Tina 14 years ago. Tina was a fighter too - a boxer and a wrestler. She was more representative of the size the mother's family usually produced. Every morning I waited for Mrs. James to come out and pick up her paper from the driveway. A lot of guys in the neighborhood timed their mornings around it. At 7:30 sharp she walked out in high heels, lace panties and an open lingerie top; sauntered over to the paper; turned around; and bent over from the waist, nearly double, to linger over the headlines before standing erect again. By then I too was erect. One Saturday I saw her meet the mailman at the door. They spoke and soon she invited him in. He took off his hat as he entered. I watched and waited. An hour later he re- emerged, limping and wobbly. She smiled and waved to him as he hobbled down the walk. When he got to my house I opened the door and looked him over. His uniform was torn and under his shades his face was badly beaten. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked. "All I can say, kid, is never take on more woman than you can handle." I looked across the road and saw Mrs. James lounging in the sun in her front yard. She rubbed lotion all over her rippled belly and along the exposed part of her succulent breasts. It didn't seem to me that a man could resist, no matter the cost. Tina was two years behind me in school, but I saw her there often. Her presence soon had a big impact. She made a hobby out of humiliating bullies. Wherever a geek was getting shoved into a locker, she would show up and jolly stomp the perpetrators. It didn't matter if there were one or five thugs involved. She came from a family of professional wrestlers and was easily the biggest and strongest student in the school. One day I was following her home, just to watch her ass peak out from under her short pleated skirt, when she happened upon a fight in the parking lot. I guess "fight" is not the word. Two senior boys were pushing a poindexter back and forth, taking turns slapping his face and punching his stomach. The poor kid was crying and bleeding and only wanted to gather his fallen papers and leave. Tina turned around, apparently completely aware of my presence, handed me her books, and stepped in before the bullies could run. Grabbing them both by their letterman jackets, she lifted them from the ground and repeatedly banged their faces together. The crowd ran for cover. The poindexter gathered his papers and limped away. Only Tina, the bullies and I remained. She slipped both boys between her thighs and squeezed. They groaned and squirmed, not yet ready to beg for mercy. I was frozen there, holding her books. "Staying for the show?" she asked me. Stiffly, I nodded. I could feel the spittle forming at the corner of my mouth. I remembered to swallow. "Good." she smiled. "I love an audience. The other jerks in this town don't have the stomach for real theater. You do, though. You're all right." She tightened her grip on the two boys a little more. Now they started to whine and beg. "Watch this." She winked at me. She jumped into the air and threw her legs apart and dropped onto the two boys doing the splits, mashing them into the pavement. I heard a bone snap somewhere from within the twisted pile. Her tits bounced and rocked after the impact. She giggled and waved her arms over her head. "Taaa-daaa!" She said. One boy reached out, trying to escape and inadvertently grabbed her breast. She pulled his hand away and crumpled it in her own, crushing dozens of bones. Her blouse sleeve split at the biceps at a great ball of muscle erupted from the soft white cotton into the open air. From somewhere under her ass the owner of the hand cried out in pain. The sound was muffled and didn't carry far. No one would come to save him. She grabbed the other boys head and wrenched it around so that his nose was stuffed into her plush crotch. She never took her green eyes from my face as she slid her white panties to one side and inserted the boys nose into her moist beaver. "You'll like this part. I know I do." She started slow but was soon humping for all she was worth, rising and falling on the pair of bullies. Her thighs flexed, her bosom heaved. She began to mash the other boys face into her clit too. It was as if the bullies were kissing and eating her out at the same time. When she came she banged their heads together, over and over. Finally satisfied, she rose from the quiet, pulpy mess, readjusted her panties, and brushed the debris from her skirt. "That's as far as I'll go. I'm a virgin, you know." she told me. She strode past me and continued home. I walked three steps behind carrying her books. Her ass rocked, kicking her skirt back and forth for all it was worth. I had to gallop to keep up. So much of my blood was in my cock I could hardly walk! A virgin? I jerked off against her books through my pants as we went, and came on my own chest. The sperm drenched my t-shirt. I felt so pathetic, but elated to be serving her. When we got to her house she pushed me inside. "Look what followed me home, mamma!" she yelled. "Can I keep him?" Mrs. James was sitting on the couch, on the face of an apparently unconscious UPS man. His pants and boxers were down around his knees, but otherwise he was completely dressed. Her long shapely legs were crossed as she bounced one spike heel clad foot up and down. One strap of her bikini top had slipped down to her elbow. She wore no panties. Her muff was as strawberry blond as her hair. A strap on dildo and a ridding crop lay next to her on the floor. She was sipping a martini from a long stemmed glass. "Can he do anything besides carry books?" she asked. "Ya!" said Tina as she snatched her books from my arms, exposing the bulge that ran from my pants on up my shirt. "He likes to watch, and he's hung like a freakin' horse!" "Yummm..." Mrs. James sat up straight and admired my stiffy with sparkling green eyes. She shuddered, perhaps an after shock of a recent orgasm, then drained her glass. "My god. That thing looks painful. Aren't you the boy from across the way?" "Yes ma'am." I whispered. She kept her eyes glued to my rod as she fondled her right nipple under the disheveled bikini top. A bit of drool escaped her plush lips. I just stared. My penis grew and bulged with blood. The veins seemed ready to burst. I could have beaten a cow to death with the hard-on Mrs. James was giving me just by staring at me! Then Mrs. James stood and ran her hands all over her firm, curvaceous body. I shuddered and another load escaped my groin, soaking down my T-shirt humiliatingly. "You're right Tina. He does like to watch. You are welcome here any time, night or day." she said. "Just as long as you bring, that," she touched the moist tip of my shaft under my shirt, "with you. My bedroom is in the back." Mrs. James swung her little round ass down the hall and called to Tina. "Clean that up, wont you dear?" "Yes mamma." I thought she meant me. I was panicked and thrilled all at once. But Tina moved over to the man on the couch. Tina slapped the UPS man into consciousness then pulled him to his feet. "Are you done here or do you want a piece of me too?" she asked him. He stumbled and tripped trying to pull up his pants and get away. She just kept advancing on him, never touching him, always hovering over him. He crawled a bee-line to the door and was about to leave when she stopped him with one hand on his belt. "Hand over yer money." He complied immediately and she let him go. She turned to me. "You can go too." I started to leave but she grabbed me up in her massive arms and pushed her long tongue onto my mouth. I tried to kiss back, but was overwhelmed. Her kiss was like a rape. She took me on her own terms and only turned me loose after she was satisfied. I ran my hands along her biceps and shoulders, light-headed and eager to please. "See ya after school." She said as she dropped me to the floor. I bolted and didn't stop running until I was up in my room where I used both hands to yank my come drenched meat, dreaming about the James women. The next day I followed Tina home, carrying her books, and watching her ass. It became a routine, one that made me the envy of all the other boys in school for a second reason. One day when we got to her house Mrs. James was arguing with a couple of plumbers. They had done very good work, but she didn't like the bill. The two men were burly men, busting with testosterone. One of them stepped up to Mrs. James and looked her straight in the eye (she was as tall as he) and pressing his exposed hairy chest against her exposed luscious bosom said, "Maybe you and your girl here want to work it out in trade, sweet meat." "We would love to." said Mrs. James. "Our trade is beating the shit out of arrogant boys like you." She pushed that one to Tina and moved in on the other one. Tina landed two punishing blows to the mans stomach before he knew what was happening then she stepped back, placing her hands on her hips. He doubled to the floor and gasped. He spat and he wheezed, but eventually recovered. When he saw her standing there mocking him, he jumped up and returned the blows into her belly. One, two, three blows landed. They only made her tits jiggle. She giggled like the school girl she was. He pumped in four more, harder than before, the last one snapping his wrist. He whimpered like a puppy. She never took her hands from her hips, but enjoyed a good belly laugh. Mrs. James circled the other man. He saw what was going on and didn't wait, but started throwing punches at Mrs. James's head. She bobbed and weaved, always staying close enough to hit, but never getting hit. Adding insult to injury, she peppered his face with hard jabs, breaking his nose, blackening his eyes, and busting up his lips. Then Mrs. James yelled "Switch!" Mrs. James landed a spinning kick into her foes chest and rocketed him over to Tina. Tina sent a forearm into her man's chest and he reeled over to the mother. And so it continued for four or five rounds. As the women dominated and humiliated the two brawny men, my cock grew and throbbed. My pants were about to explode. Watching the two big women bounce about, happily destroying these men was too much! I could no longer stand it. In a fit, I unzipped my pants and let my log spring free into the air. The two women stopped and stared at my rod. "Oh... my..." they gasped in unison. The men didn't see me, but they saw their opportunity and landed punishing blows to the James girl's faces, rocking them back onto their heels. That got the girls focused again. "Now!" yelled Mrs. James. Tina grabbed the two men from behind in a bear hug, and lifted them. As she held them helpless, Mrs. James landed vicious kicks to their stomachs and testicles, driving Tina back into a wall. Tina squeezed for all she was worth. Her arms expanded like iron balloons. The men's faces turned as red as Mrs. James's lips. Again I heard bones splinter - a chilling sound. The two studs swooned in her clutches. Then she dropped the men and the ladies rummaged through their pockets coming up with over three hundred dollars. "This ain't near enough!" said Tina. as she slapped the plumbers back to this world. "I'll send you a bill." said Mrs. James standing regally over the pair, counting the money. "Get them out of here." Tina dumped the men into their truck in the driveway with instructions to leave or be beaten again. Somehow they managed to drive away. When she got back Tina and her mother sat me down on the couch and admired my shaft. I was completely vulnerable. My pants rested below my knees. These two amazons admired my stiff rod like it was a piece of art. I in turn admired them: the one just old enough to be my mother, the other, two years younger than me, both my superior in every possible way. "Would you look at that, mamma? Have you ever seen anything so pretty?" "I know you saw him first, darlin' but I'm calling it now. This big boy is mine." said her mother. Tina bristled. She tensed and pumped up in anger. She snatched me from the couch and pushed me to the floor, covering my face, shoulders, and part of my chest with her ass. I could not breathe! I fought back but my attempts went unnoticed. I put my entire body into unseating this girl and she didn't even notice. "Back off mother! You ain't got no right! I may be a virgin, but I can still have fun! This one's mine!" "The boy is mine, girl. Now let him up - don't squash him. You're too young for all that meat anyway." Said Mrs. James. "Hell, I'm gonna have to be careful with that much meat! Just hand him over before I stomp yer ass, again!" Tina stood, but stayed astride me. "You ain't tried me in a couple years mamma. I ain't the girl you humiliated in the Ozarks. If you want this boy you'll have to take him from me." In a flash Mrs. James landed three vicious kicks to her daughter's face. Tina staggered back and Mrs. James advanced, now standing over me. I held my cock and balls, afraid of taking a spike heel in a tender spot. My shaft rose to her knees and pointed up to her twitching ass. I could smell her perfumed twat high above me - lavender. Tina cupped her hands over her bleeding lips and shock her head. Her mother kicked her in the head again. Tina staggered, dropped to one knee, and rose again. Tina swung one fist wildly at her mother's head, but Mrs. James easily bobbed out of the way without giving up any ground. "You may have outgrown me girl, but I can kick yer ass any day." said Mrs. James and she pummeled Tina with a series of kicks to the body. Each kick would have killed me. Amazingly, these seemed to have no effect on the sturdy girl. They just mashed into her side about one half inch and then bounced out. After one such kick, Tina grabbed the leg and pinned it to her side. She pushed her mother to the far wall and mashed her into it. Then Tina mashed her thick knee, over and over, into her mother's muscular belly until she had pushed the woman through the wall and clear into the hall. Tina smashed her way through the rubble and onto her mother's prone body. She jumped up and landed her ass onto the woman's head. She stood up and dropped a knee onto her mothers thigh. Mrs. James was a mass of bruises and blood. Now Mrs. James began to quietly beg for mercy. "I submit Tina. It's over. You're in charge now. Please stop. You're in charge." "No shit I'm in charge, mamma!" said Tina drunk with power. She repeatedly kicked her mother's back, tits, and belly. "No shit, mamma! No shit" She made her mother beg louder, to yell for forgiveness and mercy, but Tina never showed any and kept stomping until the poor woman lost consciousness. Tina was dripping with sweat when she finally looked down at me. "Get a bucket of water, boy." I did as she said. My still exposed penis bounced and swayed at full attention as I struggled back with a full bucket. Tina snatched it from my grip and emptied it onto Mrs. James. It washed the blood and debris away and startled Mrs. James back to awareness. Tina said nothing but forcibly sat me down onto Mrs. James's belly with my shaft thrust up between her mother's sweaty melons. Then, after removing her panties, Tina sat down along the shaft of my penis with her back to me. I felt her clamp Mrs. James's breasts (and her own ass cheeks) around my shaft. Then she began to slid her own gash up and down my long, thick rod. I started humping too. The stimulation was profound. Tina's tight young muff rubbed me from the top. Mrs. James's rippled belly rubbed me from below. The head of my shaft popped in and out of the top of Mrs. James's deep bosom. Tina and I humped harder and faster. Eventually Tina screamed and shivered. Her legs clamped down and she stopped thrusting. All she could do was arch her back and scream. I continued to hammer away, sliding my cock along the pleasure button of this massive backwoods virgin. After several minutes, Tina finished her orgasm. My cock was soaked and slippery now. I could no longer hold back. I humped harder and deeper, slamming into Tina's great round cheeks. With each thrust her buoyant ass bounced me back and I thrust again, harder and deeper. I came in three violent spasms, covering Mrs. James's elegant, but swollen, features in a stringy goo. Tina turned around, sat on her mother's tits and pushed my face into her lap. "Clean me up, boy." and I did - thankfully and completely. When Mr. James came home he saw me sitting naked on his daughter's lap as his wife, wearing a collar and leash, ran her plump lips up and down the length of my intimidating shaft. He stared in amazement, then started to step back towards the door. "Relax daddy. We have a little show for you tonight." said Tina. She forced her dad into a chair and signalled for me to strap on a strange harness. Tina, this 14 year old girl, walked up behind me and buckled the rest of the harness to herself, tying me to her front with our crotches at an equal level. My feet dangled four inches from the floor. I became, in effect, a strap on dildo. Tina placed her mother's face into her father's lap, then placed my massive shaft firmly up her mother's ass - and she dry-humped her mother's ass. Not slow and seductively, but fast, hard, and mercilessly. She used my entire shaft in every thrust. Her mother screamed and cried out in pain. Her hip bones shifted in their sockets to make room for my cock and the pressure with which it was being applied. I broke that elegant amazon's asshole that night. "Never thought you'd see the day mamma met her match, right daddy?" Mr. James could not answer but he was obviously aroused. His little cock bulged under his business slacks. "Go ahead, daddy!" encouraged Tina. "She's yer wife, fuck her face for a change." He didn't take any convincing. As Tina slammed his wives ass with my manhood he slapped his wives face with his own, beating off against her smooth supple skin. After an hour Tina withdrew me and cleaned my rod. Then she flipped her mother over and we began again, this time up her snatch. Mrs. James's hips shifted again. I heard a crack as cartilage tore. Mrs. James wailed. "Ouch! Oh god! Yes! Have mercy child! Not so hard! Please!" Tina laughed and pounded with greater furry. As she did I buried my face in Mrs. James's steamy bosom. I clawed and licked and bit her nipples. "You kept me down too long, mamma! You beat me senseless once too often! Pay back is hell, mamma! I'm in charge of this family now!" Tina was in her glory. It seamed that she would never tire, or that I would never get soft. The power thrilled me. I could not have delivered the thrusts, but it was my meat used in the processes! I stiffened, I shivered. Tina withdrew me at just the right moment and I blasted a massive load all over Mr. and Mrs. James alike. They lay panting, and dripping in my cream. Apparently in ritual to the mistress of the house, Tina's parents dropped to the floor and kissed her feet thanking her for the honor she had just bestowed upon them. I was still welcome in the James house night or day, but as Tina's guest, not Wilma's (Tina's mother). Wilma was allowed to service me so long as it pleased her daughter - she too liked to watch. And I was under Tina's protection, so Mrs. James was not allowed to retaliate, or dominate me. I always expressed my desire for Tina as I humped her mother, but Tina chose to remain a virgin, only occasionally using my shaft as a masturbation aid. Wilma still enjoyed thrashing stray men, but only the ones Tina left for her. Tina would let me watch. Sometimes I would add to the mans humiliation by slipping out my sausage and humping Wilma's face right on top of him, blasting my load whenever and wherever Tina commanded me to. One day I stopped by to see Wilma struggling to lift the fridge into the truck. It took her a while, but she made it. She was no Tina, but she was a powerful woman in her own right. They were packing to leave. Tina had grown tired of the suburbs and yearned for her native hills, so she was moving her parents back with her. "I'll miss you, Tina." I said through moist eyes as I fingered her mothers stretched out asshole. "No you wont." she said. "I'm kidnapping you. You think I'm leaving that meat up here? You and me are gettin' hitched." May god have mercy on my flesh.