by Danielle Lux
Contents
Title Page
My Daughter's Boyfriend
Length vs Girth
Please Pull Out!
The Young Stud from the Bar
One Last Ride for the Bride
Breeding Time
Pregnant by my Father in Law
My Girlfriend's Mom
SIZE QUEENS VOLUME 1
Danielle Lux
My Daughter’s Boyfriend
“It's ok,” I told Barry, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It happens to all men, it's nothing to be ashamed of.”
Barry sat on the edge of the bed, looking down sadly at his limp dick.
“It's just stress,” I continued, “you'll be fine once things quieten down at work.”
“I just feel pathetic,” Barry said. “What kind of man can't even fuck his own wife?”
I gave him a hug. It had been four months since Barry had last managed to get a proper erection, and, in truth, I was getting a bit frustrated.
Barry had never been amazing in bed, but I loved him anyway. He was kind and generous, always putting others before himself, and would always stand up for me. He made me laugh, too. These were the reasons I married him, not because of his skills in the bedroom — or lack thereof.
But four months was a long time. As unsatisfying as sex with Barry usually was, it was preferable to no sex. Barry had a small penis — if you were being very generous you could call it “average” — and usually only lasted about five minutes, but I missed him making love to me.
“Let’s just give it another try tomorrow,” I said, as we snuggled up under the covers
Then, like clockwork, we heard the sound of the bed creaking next door.
Our daughter Sarah was home from university for the summer, and she hadn't come back alone. Her boyfriend James had nowhere to go for the summer break, since his parents were travelling round Europe, so we’d agreed he could stay at ours. Barry and I liked to think of ourselves as liberal parents, so we’d let them share a bed too.
On the very first night we quickly came to realise that having them stay with us might be trickier than we’d thought. The sound of Sarah’s bed creaking came clearly through the wall — the steady rhythm of people having sex and trying — but failing — to keep quiet.
Barry had wanted to go in and kick James out of the house, but I'd reminded him that Sarah was nineteen now, an adult.
Barry reluctantly agreed, but since then the problem had only got worse. James and Sarah were having sex every night, and often in the mornings as well. We could tell they were trying to keep it down, but the groans from Sarah continued to be perfectly audible from our room.
Of course, this did nothing for Barry’s confidence. While he’d been struggling to get an erection for four months, some nineteen-year-old stud was having daily sex with his daughter.
One Saturday morning, when Barry was out of the house and James was asleep, I tried to subtly hint to Sarah that it would be good if she could keep it down.
“Of course, I don't mind what you do in this house,” I said, “but remember that these walls are very thin.”
Sarah blushed.
“I’m sorry Mum. That bed is really creaky though.”
“It's not just the bed,” I said, deciding not to beat about the bush, “it's the, um… the noises too. The noises you make.”
Sarah went bright red.
“Oh god, you can hear that? I'm sorry, it's just… James… he’s very big.”
Thankfully we were both saved further embarrassment by Barry coming back home. But since then I couldn't help thinking about what Sarah had said about James.
He's very big.
I'd had a handful of lovers before Barry, but never one I'd class as “big”. I knew Barry was on the small side, but penis size was never something I'd thought much about.
But now, listening to James have sex with my daughter every night, I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to sleep with someone who was well hung. Someone who could fuck for over an hour like James, rather than five minutes like Barry.
As Barry and I lay in bed snuggling, the creaking from next door continued. It was as if James was deliberately mocking Barry for his failure to perform.
“I wish they'd keep it down,” said Barry sadly, “some of us have work in the morning.”
I said nothing. There wasn't anything to say.
The next day Barry left for work before I woke up. I suspected he’d left early to avoid talking about last night. I noticed his pillow was wet. Had he been crying?
I went downstairs in my dressing gown to see Sarah wolfing down a piece of toast.
“I'm off to see Amy and Philippa,” she said as she slipped her coat on. “James is still upstairs asleep. I'll be back around three probably.”
She kissed me on the cheek then darted out the front door, slamming it behind her.
I made myself a cup of tea and had a piece of toast. I wondered if James was planning on going out too. It would be nice to have the place to myself for once to get some housework done.
I had some hot water left in the kettle, so poured James a cup of tea as well. I went upstairs and knocked on the door to Sarah’s room, but there was no answer.
I opened the door — and had the shock of my life.
James was asleep, lying naked on top of the covers with a massive erection.
And when I say massive, I mean massive.
His body was incredible — lithe and muscular with a flawless six pack — but I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock.
That fits inside my daughter? I thought, my mind boggling. I was surprised she could still walk.
I walked into the room. I put the cup of tea on Sarah’s desk, and, as if possessed, walked over to the bed.
I didn't want to do anything with James. He was my daughter’s boyfriend and, besides, why would a stud like that have any interest in me? I was the wrong side of fifty, with cellulite, and boobs that weren't as firm as they used to be. I was told I had a good body for my age, and I still caught men of all ages sneaking glances at my cleavage, but I was definitely past my prime. I always thought that that was why Barry had such trouble getting it up these days: he just didn't fancy me anymore.
All I wanted was to get a closer look at James’s magnificent pork sword. It was longer and fatter than any penis I'd ever seen. His balls were huge too, like a couple of overripe plums.
I was so close now that I could smell him. His cock smelt of semen and sweat and pussy juices. It smelt of man.
I leaned closer. What did I want to do? I decided I just wanted to touch it. I’d touch it, then leave. No-one would even know I’d been here.
I held out a finger and slowly, carefully, pressed it against the head of James’s monster dick. I pressed down as much as I dared — it felt warm and squidgy — then moved my finger away. For a moment there was a pale white mark where my finger had been, then it disappeared.
Right, I thought, time to go.
I looked at James and had another shock — he was now awake! He looked at me accusingly with his dark brown eyes.
“I — I'm sorry…” I began. I tried to move my head away, to get out of there as quickly as I could, but James grabbed me by the hair.
“What are you doing?” He asked, menacingly.
“I just wanted…” I trailed off. I couldn't say it.
“You just wanted what?”
I tried to pull away again, but James’s grip on my hair was too strong.
“I wanted to look at your cock! I — I just wanted to touch it, t
hat's all.”
“Why did you want to touch it?”
“Let me go, this is my house! I'm in charge!”
“Why did you want to touch my dick?”
“Because… because you're huge, ok? I just… wanted to see what it felt like.”
James let go of my hair.
“We'll go on then,” he said. “Touch it.”
I looked down at his enormous manhood. So much bigger than Barry’s. I was a good wife, I didn't cheat. I'd never even thought about cheating. How had it come to this?
“Just… I'm just going to touch it.” I said.
I moved my hand gingerly forward and put it around James’s shaft. He was so wide that my fingers didn't even touch. There was so much room left that I put another hand on top of that one. A third hand would have just about fit as well. He was that long.
I’d assumed that he was already at full mast, but I felt him grow in my hands — his already breathtaking manhood getting even bigger before my eyes.
“Your penis is amazing,” I said stupidly.
James grinned.
“Would you like to taste it?” he asked.
“I — no, this is wrong... I shouldn't…”
But even as I spoke my head, as if by some primal instinct, moved closer to his alpha-male cock.
I licked the top of his bulbous head, lapping up a globule of pre-cum. It tasted good. Then I started to suck.
James was so big that I could barely get half of him inside my throat. His girth hurt my jaw too. Nonetheless, gagging on that monster member was the sexiest experience I'd had for a long time. Perhaps ever.
James seemed to enjoy it too, moaning and running his fingers through my hair.
“Oh Angela,” he gasped, “your mouth feels so good.”
That's Mrs Cooper to you, I thought. Then the reality of what I was doing hit me like a bucket of cold water. I wasn't only cheating on Barry, I was getting off with my daughter’s boyfriend. I'd been so overtaken with lust that I'd done a terrible, terrible thing.
I pulled James’s fat dick out of my mouth. A wave of saliva and pre-cum dripped down my chin.
“We can't do this,” I said to James. “I can't betray Sarah like this. Or Barry.”
“I understand,” said James. “But you know it would only be this one time. No-one would have to know.”
I looked again at his amazing cock. My pussy was tingling, wet and eager.
No-one has to know, I thought.
I got off the bed and stood up. A photo collage on Sarah’s wall caught my eye. Most of the pictures were of her and her friends, but some had me and Barry in them too. One of them was of her in her school uniform, with Barry and me beside her, two proud parents.
Can I really do this to her? I wondered. I looked down at James’s body — and I knew the answer.
I undid the belt of my dressing gown and took it off, standing naked before James.
“Angela” he said, studying my curves, “you have an amazing body.”
I was pathetically flattered. James stood up — he was so tall that I had to crick my neck to look into his eyes — and ran his fingers across one of my huge breasts. He took a rock-hard nipple in his mouth and started to suck.
James couldn't get enough of my boobs. I’d always thought my breasts were too saggy, but James seemed to love them, suckling and nibbling and squeezing them with his large hands.
Bigger than what you're used to, I thought proudly. Much bigger than Sarah’s.
But then I felt ashamed of myself.
James reached a hand up and inserted two fingers into my sopping-wet vagina. It had been so long since I'd been touched like this that I gasped. Unlike Barry, James knew exactly what he was doing, using his fingers to rub my clit and the sensitive underside of the top of my pussy.
“Fuck me…” I panted into his ear, “Please fuck me.”
But James wasn't ready yet. He got down on his knees and hungrily set upon my pussy with his tongue. Before long I was cumming hard. Barry never ate me out, so the feeling of this experienced stud using his mouth on my vagina was almost too much.
“Oh fuck, oh James!” I yelled as I orgasmed.
James stood up. He pushed me onto the bed, then got on top of me. He rubbed the head of his oversized dick against my wet clit.
“Wait, have you got a condom?” I asked.
“It's ok, I'll pull out.”
“Ok, make sure you do. Now put it in!”
James obliged. I almost had a heart attack as he sunk his entire dick inside me in one thrust, right to the hilt.
“Oh James! You're so big! So big!”
“Bigger than your husband?”
“So much bigger!”
James went to town on my pussy, fucking me every which way with his huge dick. I was glad our house was detached, as if we had neighbours they would be getting an earful right now.
“Oh my god…” I grunted as I bounced up and down on James’s mammoth meat, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”
After four months of no sex, and twenty three years of crap sex, I was in heaven. My pussy, not used to something so big, was sore, but it felt so good. James was stretching me in ways I'd never been stretched, and reaching places deeper than any other man had been. I was amazed Sarah managed to not scream her head off every night — as that was what I was doing.
Suddenly I heard something that made me go cold with fear: the sound of the front door opening.
“There's someone here!” I whispered to James, “We have to stop!”
But he just kept pumping. He was fucking me from behind, and he grabbed my hips to stop me escaping.
“James!” I hissed, “Someone’s coming! It must be Sarah!”
“It's not,” he said calmly, still pounding my cunt, “it’s your husband.”
I looked up and saw that James could see our driveway out of the window from his higher vantage point.
“Hello?” I heard Barry yell downstairs.
“We have to stop, James!”
But James didn't reply and he didn't stop. Instead he began to piledrive my pussy with his monster dick, fucking me harder than I'd ever been fucked before.
“Oh James!” I groaned, all thoughts of Barry and of stopping flying from my mind. “Oh James, oh James, oh James!”
“Sarah, is that you?” I heard Barry say angrily, coming up the stairs. “Do you have to do that in the middle of the day?”
James kept fucking me.
“Oooooooo” I groaned.
Barry knocked on the bedroom door.
“Can you two stop that please?”
James kept fucking.
“Did you hear me, I said stop!”
“Oh god!” I groaned, my voice a high pitched wail.
“Stop right now or I'm coming in!”
“Come in then, little dick!” James yelled.
“Right, that's it!” Barry said.
The door swung open.
Barry charged in. For a brief moment he looked angrier than I'd ever seen him. He looked ready to tear someone’s head off. Then he saw me, on all fours in front of James, my big tits wobbling as James continued to fuck me. His face fell, as his brain slowly made sense of what he way seeing.
“A — Angela?” he said, his voice thin and weak. He looked at James, who looked right back at him, grinning.
The look on his face almost broke my heart. But then I began to cum.
James pounded me harder and faster, slamming his cock into me over and over again.
“Don't stop!” I gasped, “Don't stop!”
My pussy muscles clenched around James’s dick. I looked up and saw Barry still staring in disbelief. A tear ran down his cheek.
“I'm sorry…” I groaned, as I came on James’s massive cock. I felt James throb inside me, and then he filled me with wave after wave of warm thick cum.
I collapsed, exhausted, on the bed. James pulled his cock out of me and his cum dribbled out of my gaping vagina. There was so much
of it. It was a good job I’d already gone through the menopause, or I’d definetly be pregnant.
James got up and walked over to Barry, who was still standing there in horrified shock, tears dripping down his cheeks.
James was almost a foot taller than Barry. He put a large hand on his shoulder.
“Don't tell Sarah.”
“I — I…” Barry stuttered.
“Did you hear me?” asked James. He wasn't aggressive, but his voice was dominant and commanding. “What did I say?”
“D-don't tell Sarah,” said Barry quietly.
“Good,” said James. “I'm going to have one of your beers.”
And he walked away naked, his softening beast of a cock swinging between his legs.
When he was gone, Barry turned to me.
“Why?” he asked.
I didn't say anything. He already knew why. I got off the bed and walked over to hug him.
“It's ok,” I told him, stroking his hair. “It's ok.”
Barry sobbed. But he was true to his word — he didn't tell Sarah.
For the rest of the summer, James would fuck me whenever Sarah was out of the house. It didn't matter if Barry was in or not, as he wasn't going to say anything.
One Sunday afternoon, as James was in the middle of popping my anal cherry (we had to use a hell of a lot of lube), Barry came in and asked if he could watch. James let him, and from then on Barry would often come and watch us. He asked if he could jack off as he watched, but James said no — so Barry would wait until afterwards, and masturbate in our bedroom or into the toilet.
After James and Sarah returned to university, Barry and I went online and soon found other young studs who were willing to take James’s place.
I didn't let Barry have sex with me anymore. I told him that he'd had enough chances, and had let me down too many times. Barry accepted this, and soon began to adjust to the “cuckold” lifestyle, as I found out it was called. From then on he would only watch, as hung stud after hung stud pounded my pussy into oblivion.
At Christmas, Sarah came back to ours, but she’d broken up with James — apparently she'd walked in on him fucking a fresher in their shared dorm room.
I felt bad that James had treated my little girl like that, but I was secretly pleased — I wanted her to find someone who would be loyal to her, someone who always put her first and would do anything for her. Someone like Barry.
