Uh, Mom?

This chapter originally written by BiBiComte, minor edits by Samus1001

Jennifer glanced to her side.

"Yes dear."

"Could you pass me the nachos?"

"Sure." Mother dearest nodded, reaching over her chair. The boy'd barely ate a pinch throughout the day. Soccer practice can throw clocks real curve-balls.

Smack!

Coming back up, tray of chips in hand, she raised her chin to see her kid's hand withdrawing from his sister's exposed behind, the brunette cozily seated next to him. Like herself, she had her knees on the chair with her butt pointed towards the showing. Her capris and panties were pulled down over her thighs, showing off that rear. Smooth and well groomed, thank goodness. "Jake, take it easy, now."

"Yeah, Jake," the wincing girl hissed through her whisper, rubbing her shining cheek with a hand. "We're in a theater for crying out loud."

"Sorry." The theater screen suddenly lit up. As Jake grabbed the nachos from his mom with a murmur of thanks, his eyes gravitated outward. He gulped. Something twitched. It wasn't his eye.

Within a second, his young hand rose up to shovel a mouthful of the older woman's thick, erotically lit bottom. Naked flesh, meeting his running palm and skin diving fingers. His legs seemed to be convulsing in a sorry attempt to tend his hardening, moistening... parts.

When he was done copping a feel of her butt, he returned his attention to the movie. A bit of dip, and in went a nacho into his toothy mouth.

Jennifer caught her daughter's eye, and the two reoriented their focus onto the movie too. They did pay for it, after all. The new Spider-Man. The spider guy from New York City, and his unusually attractive aunt, and the old adage of responsibility being a necessity to power. Blah blah when was a man with a stallion going to stick it in her patiently presented, even semi-trimmed vagina already?

Whoops.

Sigh.

She shouldn't think like that.

But, hello? Anyone there? Knock knock? They were watching a movie for Pete's sake -- what else were they supposed to do? Just sit there like they were in church?

Nothing wrong with that, of course. Her family was a church going unit themselves. Just, at theaters... it was... well, kind of ridiculous not to hope for some, any -- some! -- pussy poking -- particularly, pussy stretching to go on. Ya know? Ya know. Ya all know. Every single woman just happens to want some action whence they step into the room, the lights dim, and the title card rolls up. Call it nature. Jennifer called it an excruciating hour and, what, thirty something minutes? Really; unbuckling the pants and letting that arse rein free in the open air for a donkey-penised man to prime his rod into could at times just feel like an exercise in futility if no one quite fit the qualifications, and honestly--

"Uh... Mom?"

Once more, Jennifer cocked her head to look at the young man beside her. "Yes, dear."

Then, in a simple span, the buxom woman froze.

It wasn't the air. They weren't suddenly in Antarctica. They were just at the movies. They were at the Spider-Man. Having some family time while the father was out of town. With a thick cock, sitting clothed, dressed, but inextricably pushing against its pantsed, cotton confines in her son's lap.

Almost subconsciously, Jennifer's butt -- slowly, unceremoniously -- began to swing in the air. Like a dancing flame.

"I... I think..." Gulping, Jake pushed against his erection. "I don't..." He cleared his throat, and tried to whisper. "I don't know for sure, but I think I might have a pretty big penis, and, and, well, since we're here, and, you all... uh...."

It wasn't just her. Jake's sister was now taking notice as well. Jennifer swore she even saw a lump of saliva shimmy down her throat, her eyes drilling onto the side of Jake's head like she was noticing him for the first time since, effectively, her younger brother's birth.

Jennifer breathed in.

Then out.

Then she leaned over to her boy's ear, lip to lobe, and spoke words of comfort -- words colored in a tone, an iridescence, a poise, that took years of motherhood to master.

"Then I think you should get it out. All these girls and women are waiting to be screwed." She smiled and nuzzled said ear. With love. "Myself included. Wouldn't you like that, honey? Wouldn't you like to screw us? Mommy would like that. Mommy would like that very,

very

much."

Perhaps, it was the red glow emanating from the projection, bouncing off the roll. But Jake's face had officially gone tomato.

Well, thought Jennifer happily. Methinks that mighta just worked!

Standing to his feet, inadvertently spilling the nachos across the floor, Jake looked at his mom. She only smiled back at him, glancing pointedly at her flaunted butt cheeks behind her. As per the usual with cinema sex, she didn't want to **** herself on the boy. It was his rodeo; he was to go about each lady and waiting pussy at his own pace, at whatever level of roughness or foreplay he saw fit.

Suddenly, his hands went to his zipper. In a flash, his pants were at his ankles, and a shudder went through Jennifer at the sight of the relatively large dick he had on him. A blonde, short haired lady nearby did the same. Oh, her boy was not going unnoticed, no m'am.

And that was... wrong. She should not be endorsing this. She should not be enabling this!

...but this... this was different.

At the movies, women were explicitly putting themselves out for the taking by any big dick around.

They were expecting, no -- hoping to get fucked in there. Because why not get fucked in there.

And so, alas, it was a rather implicit, but commonly understood fact -- that whatever happened at the movies, stayed in the movies.

Because that was normal and there was nothing wrong with a little sex, now was there?

With doubtlessly juvenile hunger, Jake grabbed her ass cheeks, and squeezed them hard and indulgently, before slapping them mildly. Then, his boinging boner pointed ahead, he pushed her ass down towards his groin, until her fairly moist slit was grazing his dickhead. It was already as oiled as a french fry.

Then, he thrust it in.

At first, he sorta just rammed it, slipshod. Then slowed down. But after a minute or two, with his mom's head rocking up and down before her, and the sight of other big and tight, light and tanned asses now presented before him as he faced the theater seat-first, (getting the 4th row from the bottom provided a hell of a view in retrospect) -- with everything, everything as exotically intoxicating as it was right now, he couldn't help but speed it up.

Schlick schlick schlick.

Thrust thrust thrust!

"Mmh," moan, "mmh." Jennifer folded her arms over the back of the seat as she took in her son's dick with a soaring sense of fulfillment and positive energy. How fun this was!

How entertaining!

Getting banged by a big dick -- regardless of it belonging to her own flesh and blood -- Spider-Man or not, that was worth the price of...

"Ooh!"

Of....

"God, god, GAWD, yes, you're big Jake," Jennifer looked over her shoulder, brows furrowed. "Bigger than when I last...last saw it! Oh!"

Of...

"Yes! Yes yes yes, oho, this is good, this is...."

...of...

"...very,"

...of...!

"very..."

.... Admission!

"...Goooddd!!!"

Splurt.

Cum oozing out of her orifice, sopping and ravaged, Jennifer limply went out of breath for an interim, before turning back to look at Jake. He, notably, wasn't alone.

"Excuse me," sternly voiced the hatted attendant beside him. He was pointing down at the splatter of nachos and cheese on the floor. "Is that yours?"

Jake sheepishly nodded, looking down. "Y-yes..."

Sighing, the totally-in-love-with-his-job theater associate spoke into a talkie. "We need a clean up on row 4, clean up on row 4," and then he strolled away, pausing to slap and squeeze a nicely rounded ass or two on the way out, his sister's included.

Speaking of which.

"Uh, Jake?"

The pantsless teen cast his gaze upward, gulping at his sister's exposed, wonderfully curved peach bottom, then stopping tersely at her face. She arched her back, popping her ass out with a visible shake as he did. She shouldn't coerce him into anything -- but she could give him some sisterly nudges!

"Please? I mean," she removed a strand of hair from her face, "we're in a theater for crying out loud!" Unlike her mom, she wasn't stretched. But this? This was her chance. This was a moviegoing tradition. Brother or not -- this was a place apt for some fucking, some sexy sex time, some clit stretching action!

Jake Collard, for the first real time that day, broke into a smile. "Sure Amanda." He stepped out of his pants and walked over to her ass. "Just stay still."

Across the city, in another theater, with another showing of the new Spider-Man...

"Ahhh, ahhh shit yes!"

The creaks of the seat below her did nothing to negate Rachel's harried cries as her new best friend plunged into her hole. She couldn't believe it.

No.

Her PUSSY couldn't believe it. Her stretcher quencher. Her dick chute.

It just couldn't -- gah! -- quite take this leviathan head on!

How good... how fucking thick and heavy.... the sensation of being rammed, being given a wall to wall chockful of this grand penis by this grand, dandy guy, was practically sending her straight to orgasm; how she was still holding out, she could only attribute to not wanting to cut it short.

"Just like that, Caleb... oooohhhh," she hissed through folded lips. "Just like that!"

Grinning, Caleb's still metal rod was none the wiser as he thrust in and out into his date -- whom he'd just met barely 12 hours ago. Wasn't this crazy? No. This, this was heaven. Sure, he may have gone a little overboard.

But it's not like things had changed that much, now.

Right?

"Oh, Rachel," smack! Smack! "You're such a hot piece of ass!"

"Ohh, ohh Caleb." The older store associate mushed her face against her arms, wrapped atop the seat.

"Rachel!"

"Caleb!"

"Rachel!"

Oh, guys, Caleb ground into Rachel's pussy with his magic wand like clockwork while she groaned under the weight of his thrusts. If only you can see me now!

Ha! Shoot.

Of course they could -- all he had to do was say the word, didn't he!

"I wish it was normal for people to want to take a picture or film of my dick after I fuck 'em for the first time," through toothy spittle, Caleb panted, "and share it around like it was instant, casual viral material you could talk about like a fuckin' weather forecast!" Snicker snicker. "..and better yet," pant, "for chicks to frame on their walls or save as their phone's home screens after being fucked by me as if an image of my dick was an honor to have on 'em! Proof of stretchin'!"