Erotica by Baron LeSade Page A

hadn’t
tried. And the way his mother treated them was scandalous. And
sometimes it was downright embarrassing. She was forever cupping
them, repositioning them, asking them if that felt better. It was
like they were her kids, the way she was always poking, prodding
and fooling with them, Preston thought as the ship drew nearer to
the planet and the pull of gravity became stronger and
stronger.
    Wonder how much they weigh, he wondered,
glancing back over at them as they drooped lower and lower on his
step-mother’s chest? Ten, fifteen pounds apiece, at least, I bet.
The way she was always fooling around with them, she probably
wouldn’t even notice if he reached over and lifted one up to see
for himself, he sickly thought.
    Looking back out the porthole, Preston let
his mind wander over the trip. His father, Clarence had married
Gwen about ten years ago a couple of years after his real mother
had died in the car accident. His father owned his own construction
firm and had amassed quite a tidy sum of money allowing Gwen to be
a stay home house wife and gave the plenty of opportunity to travel
to all sorts of exotic destinations, when he had the time. Some of
the time though, it was just Preston and his mom. They had the time
and the finances to do just about anything they wanted. So they
did. Hence the trip to Thrillica.
    Glancing back over at his step-mother, he saw
that she was still poking and prodding at her mammoth tits as they
drooped lower and lower on her chest.
    Preston had always thought that his
relationship with his step-mother was an odd one. Since Clarence
was busy all the time, they spent a lot of time together and had
really grown close over the years. So close, she almost seemed more
like his big sister than his mom.
    His step-mother was an odd bird and hard to
figure out sometimes, but he knew that she was overly proud of her
amazing body. For that reason, Preston assumed that she would never
have consented to anything that would disfigure it. Even something
as temporary as a pregnancy! So consequently, he was an only child
and it certainly looked like it was going to remain that way.
    His step-mother was a very young, very
attractive thirty-six-year old. Clarence had spoiled his new wife
and in some ways, his step-mother seemed almost as spoiled,
childish and immature as he was himself. Sometimes it almost felt
like she was his older sister or just an acquaintance instead of
his step-mother. She, too, had come from a wealthy family and had
gotten her way all the time. And when she married Clarence, he
treated her like the spoiled brat she was, giving her everything
she wanted and giving in to her every wish.
    Looking back over at her, Preston studied her
as she sat flipping through one of the complimentary magazines
furnished by the space line. Her long, auburn hair hung down over
her shoulders, framing her sultry face, setting off the green of
her big, sexy eyes. Her lips, full and pouty, were painted with
soft pink lip gloss making them glisten wetly in the bright glare
of the reading lamp. As he slowly ran his eyes down over her blouse
and the mountainous thrust of her breasts, he saw that the upper
portion of her hour-glass figure was grossly out of proportion with
the rest of her body. Her tiny, almost wasp-like waist just
accentuated her breasts and made them seem even larger than they
already were, if that were possible. When he was finally able to
tear his eyes away from her enormous rack, he swept them down her
legs. Long, statuesque creations that arched and curved down out
from under her short skirt, tapering down to her tiny feet that
were encased in a pair of five-hundred dollar, four inch high,
jewel-encrusted high heeled pumps.
    What a body, Preston sickly thought. If she
wasn’t my mother, I’d be hitting on her, that’s for sure. Then his
eyes paused down at the V of her flat belly as it hid under her
short skirt. What would “IT” look like, he giddily wondered? Was it
shaved... or