Quella è tutta panna montata - Zia Carmela ha delle belle mammelle gonfie, acquose, traboccanti

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My head started spinning. I smiled at my aunt, but at the same time I looked at her fat tits sitting there like peaceful mountains. I was just unable to avoid my lusty staring. I was embarrassed, but luckily she smiled back. I took my eyes away from her and went over to the fridge to get some refreshing juice. Carmela followed me to the table to talk with me. As she was walking toward me she nonchalantly opened an additional button from her revealing top. As I saw the entire action, my eyes got transfixed on that button. Her flesh was already shaking and bouncing inside the camisole. When she had released the top button her breasts naturally expanded, occupying all the new available space.

That cleavage was so ample and overflowing. Her tit flesh was stacking up in huge heaps from the waist up. When the button popped, it was like a dam had just cracked releasing a few gallons of water. Her huge maternal juggs bounced to adjust to the weight being released. They continued to dance as she came closer to me, indecently exposed. Zia Carmela was so confident. It totally seemed like the most natural thing for her. She knew she was a big woman, she knew she had large breasts and she just couldn’t do anything to hide them, contain them, control them. The pressure was just too much in there.

I poured some juice from the fridge and sat at the table. Carmela reached me and bent over slightly to fit her butt on the chair. At that moment I thought her tits were going to fall out. They rested on the table like two huge mountains of meat. Was she just provoking me? It was like being at the meat market. “Thirty pounds of beef and two gallons of milk, please!” At the same time it was like being inside a bordello with two curvy naked women sitting in front of you, while you’re dreaming to spend some time with both of them.

I chatted with my aunt for a while, letting her torturing me with her very healthy charms. I tried real hard not to look there but it was too much for me. It was just unreal to see boobs so immense sitting there on the table in front of me like a dinner dish. I tried to make my aunt laugh because every time she laughed her tit flesh would start bouncing like a mountain of jello, sometimes with slappy squishy noises. I looked at the consistency of her boobs and I noticed how creamy and liquid they were. They had such a rich texture.

In front of such opulence I got hungry. I went over to the counter to start making myself some eggs, but Carmela immediately stopped me, grabbing the pan out my hands. If every minuscule movement would make her boobs quiver, you can imagine what happened when she did such an abrupt movement. Her meat mountains bounced heavily right in front of my eyes, while I almost fell inside of them. She got to the stove and took over the job, while I just stood there watching the bouncy show from the front row. I looked at her boldly yet peacefully, resting my eyes on her fat bulging hips, staring where my heart told me to stare. She caught me staring many times, and every time all she did was smiling, continuing her task. Occasionally she moved around, kind of stomping her feet, and I was able to see big mountains of cellulite shaking inside her dress. I couldn’t help thinking she wanted me to notice that.

After lunch, I decided I had to go out to get away from that incredibly seducing madness. I packed a few things and left for the beach. While I was running in my bicycle I realized something was different. I looked at women in their bathing suits, as usual, but now every single woman had so much allure to my eyes. Especially the rounder ones were such a pleasure to watch. I mean, I think I always found them attractive, in some way, but I believe I never consciously realized that. I saw beauty everywhere. A young healthy girl was strolling close to the water, showing her juicy legs; next to her a lady with a big comfy belly was getting into the water; a middle age mom was building a sand castle with their kids, walking and bending over to get some more wet sand, exposing her milk laden breasts to her adoring children. It was love. Beauty. I imagined having sex with all of them and it looked exciting each time.

When I came back home Carmela was making dinner. She made pasta with a delicious tomato cream sauce and large thick pork chops, with cooked vegetables, french fries, and home made chocolate cookies for dessert. The sight of Carmela, with her bold curves and overflowing abundance, kept my hunger alive, and my cock hard for almost the entire dinner. Luckily enough she never made me stand up during the dinner, and actually she came over to offer me a refill of french fries or whatever I wanted. All I wanted were her fleshy breasts, that she was so easily exposing to my hungry eyes, unashamed of that never-ending cleavage.

Then we sat together on the couch to watch some TV together. I sat down first. Carmela came shortly, parading her amazing ass and the big udders in front of me. The juicy mountains of flesh on her hips jiggled right in front of me and then came closer to sit down next to me. As soon as they touched the couch they copiously spread on the sides occupying all the available space. I thought I had left a large space for Carmela, but I immediately felt her warmth close to my body. My cock reacted with its own ways, and I didn’t know what to do. Carmelona adjusted herself on the couch, I think trying to fit her trunk into the seat. Occasionally, she inadvertently smashed a part of her enormous right butt cheek on the left side of my own body. She was so soft. The pressure of her fat pillows was just delicious and erotic. I couldn’t avoid feeling a little weird and guilty, but I didn’t care: she was showing something so incredibly beautiful that I knew it was ok. I felt free. I turned my head to feast on the view of her body. Her legs were enormously long and thick, so thick that I thought she had her skirt stuffed. Instead it was simply a truck-load of flesh ready to be unleashed. Her belly was nice and plump and her udders looked like an ocean spreading everywhere.

In fact, all those movements had made her breasts bounce wildly and partially come out of their confinements. She had to fix herself to prevent her tits to overflow. With calm and confidence, she lifted the edges of her dress to try to re-fit the boobs inside the top. Her maternal endowments shook and bounced some more, and placidly fell back, barely fitting into the containers.

“There you go!” She innocently said, knowing I was looking her way.

I smiled back and immediately placed a pillow onto my lap to cover my indecency.

We started watching a funny movie. However, every time Carmela would laugh I was there, staring at her jiggling tits. A moderate laugh would make her bosom become a wavy ocean. Even a really small laugh made her tits jiggle inside the vastitude of her cleavage: a single fleshy wave would slowly spread across her mountains, unstoppable on top of so much softness. And when the small laugh was followed by a big one, her tits jolted so heavily that a huge roller wave was making her breasts slap against each other uncontrollably. I don’t know how that dress managed to contain them.

As usual, she wasn’t doing anything to cover that. It was not even an invitation to look, rather her natural way to show comfort, peacefulness, wealth. She was my home, and I could live from the fruits of her abundance. Staring or not staring became meaningless. Even if I was aware that she could easily spot me I kept staring, unafraid of the consequences, because nothing bad could come from that opulence.

The evening ended like that, with me thinking at how lucky I was. I went to bed with a warm feeling all over my body. I never felt better. My mind was off into a land of pleasure and sweet lust. I slipped under the cover, naked, enjoying the feeling of the sheets on my hard cock.

Before falling asleep, Carmela came over to hug me. She bent over to reach me, inadvertently resting the weight of her pendulous udders on my torso. When I reached over to hug her, I accidentally hit her fat boob with my arm. Then she hugged me tight and kissed me goodnight, while I fondled her fleshy waist.

END OF CHAPTER 4

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Ma Zia, pensavo dovessirmo studiare insieme…. ma con quelle tette, madonna… le sbatti sul tavolo come se fossero dei sacchi… sono grossissime, ah, le scuoti pure, mi fai vedere tutta sta carne cosi’… che mammellone da latte che hai, ma cosa sono piene? sembrano piene zeppe di latte e burro, quanto ne hai li dentro, forse devi essere munta come una mucca, sei tantissima… le tue tettone bovine si muovono tutte come dei bidoni di latte… bella, ecco togliti il reggiseno, ma allora sei una mucca, guarda la’ che poccie grasse che c’hai, sono degli ammassi di carne… quando ti stringi le tette si vedono le increspature di grasso, che bella donnona che sei. Piena zeppa di carne, ti ballano tutte le tette, quando poi le lasci cadere allora sembrano proprio due sacchi di carne, di quelli grossi e pesanti…. ma cosa fai le risbatti sul tavolo? ma siamo al mercato allora, bella grassona, tu cos’hai da offrire? un quintale di carne? Bene, allora dammi un po’ di quelle tette, 10 chili per favore. Voglio dieci chili di tette…

“Solo 10? Va bene, tanto qui come minimo ne ho quaranta di chili… però aspetta. Lei signore quante ne vuole? 8? Bene, allora 8 chili al signore. Prego, prima le succhi un po’. E tu giovinastro, allora quanta ne vuoi di carne? o vuoi anche il latte?”
“Voglio tutto quella carne e anche il latte”
“Ehhh, ma che ingordo… guarda che sono tanta, eh? Ti posso nutrire per anni con tutta ’sta roba. E ti posso anche soffocare qui dentro…”
“Si, voglio soffocare succhiando le tue tettone materne…”
“Guardale bene prima, guarda se ti piacciono… ti piacciono cosi’ gonfie? aspetta che te le scuoto un po’….. ecco, guarda mo tutto quel grasso che rimbalza ovunque, guarda che morbidezza… sono abbastanza grasse? sono come dei cuscini di carne, due mammellone burrose colme di latte”
“Bella cicciona tettona, ziona grassa, ma che mucca da latte, fatti mungere, fatti strizzare quelle tette zuppe di latte, bella con tutte quel lardo, grassona tettona, che montagne di carne che hai, guardati mentre digiti al computer, guarda quella valle di lussuria tra i tuoi seni, fammi leccare, fammi leccare zia, fammi succhiare il tuo latte…”

Ah, Carmela, cover my whole body with your flesh...

A few minutes after having met Carmela, my big beautiful aunt, I was sitting in her bathroom with a pool of my own cum in the sink. The bulging curves of her body were too much for me. Her hips were so fat that just looking at them would make me feel hungry. Just thinking about them makes me want to copulate. But actually seeing those cow-sized, overflowing breasts and being hugged into them was something beyond descriptions. It felt divine to be inside that ocean of flesh, the richest, supplest flesh I ever touched.

“Am I really desiring my aunt?” All of a sudden, this thought stumbled through my mind. After all, even if I was young, I knew that desiring your own aunt is taboo.

“But what am I supposed to do? She is so fat, how can I not desire her…”

My taboo thoughts didn’t last very long, as I felt my cock twitching again. It was not a matter of choice. I was just a teenager and I simply wanted to grab the bags of cellulite on her hips. She was so fleshy there. So full and ample. Can you imagine, squeezing them in your hands, feeling them so soft, like melting between your fingers? Can you imagine to be hugged by tits so big that your head disappears in between them?

After this kind of reflections, I cleaned the sink from the spurts of my semen, and I adventured out of the bathroom. Something unexpected had happened while I was taking care of myself. Carmela was on the bed, and there was…. a man there! I guess I didn’t see him before since I so wanted to jerk off. And I didn’t see him immediately now, because she was hiding him. He was laying down, I believe his head was resting on a pillow. Carmela was above him, on her knees and hands. She had unbuttoned her dress completely to form sort of a tent around his body. I assumed her naked boobs were hanging down on him, like giant cow udders. Had she forgotten about me?

I couldn’t see very much of her skin, beside some legs. But inside “the tent”, someone was slurping on her copious flesh. He wasn’t even too shy about it: I could hear his suckling noises, his inevitable moans, and some gentle squishy splats of her wobbly bits. Probably he was playing with her pendulous breasts. He was right there, inside that paradise of tits. His hungry hands were moving beneath the light fabric of her dress, along the curvy surfaces of Carmela’s body. I could see him, going to the hefty bags of her breasts, shaking and squeezing them, then moving his hands along her back and down into her hips. His mitts would suddenly disappear, sinking into the luxurious gulfs of my aunt’s fleshy waist, just above the gargantuan ass. I stood there in silence, watching this surreal scene, holding my breath and trying not to move a single muscle. I felt my cock raising and becoming hard on its own.

Carmela was outrageous. She took her partner’s head and pulled it closer to the tip of her breast.

“Suck my nipple!”, she whispered. “Suck me! Suck my nipples, now!”

I am sure the man was squeezing the enormous globes around his head and certainly enjoying it, but maybe he wasn’t doing what she wanted. So Carmela pratically forced her huge teat into his mouth. That wasn’t without some effort. The first time she lifted the boob, I heard a loud “splat!”, as she had lost the grip on the fat tit. I imagined the man’s face being hit by a mountain of flesh falling down on him like a flood. I can only imagine all the watery fleshy ripples. Then Carmela lifted her massive boob again and pushed it over the man’s face, forcing the nipple right into his mouth. She was keeping him immobilized with her towering body.

“Now suck! SUCK!”

The man slurped on her tit, grabbing it like you would grab the giant udder of a cow. Carmela moaned, moved her head back and then over, enjoying every bit of the feeling. I started massaging my crotch, right there. Carmela spreaded her legs and knelt down a little bit more, surrounding the man with her large body and submerging him with her flesh.

The man came wildly, jolting uncontrollably. His spasms of pleasure were matched by the copious rolls of fat of her belly and thighs. The massive weight of her lower body also kept the man down, even if he couldn’t control his reactions to what looked like divine pleasure.

Shortly, Carmela got up and as she moved out of the bed, I quickly ran again into the bathroom again. I heard the slapping noises of her floppy gigantic chest. “Bella, bellissima, nice fat butt full of flesh, big tetonas, so thick and engorged with fat, milk, swollen, bella tettona, bella culona piena di carne, bella….” My body shaked and tossed with an unknown pleasure, the pleasure of being submerged by an enormous body full of curves and juicyness all around. Images of my past skinny girlfriends quickly flashed through my mind, when the full shapes of Carmela’s body came back to me: this last image was so powerful that made my body also jolted wildly. At the same time, I heard Carmela going down the stairs, shaking her copious cellulite.

I realized I never felt this way for any woman. Her body exuded lust, comfort, beauty, sweetness and I just wanted to dive into her and be hugged between her flesh, cuddle with her and love her, nuzzle up against her womb, and do whatever she wanted me to do.

When I got out of the bathroom, it was eerily quiet. There was noone on the bed. It was like nothing happened, and noone had been there. I went down the stairs to the lower floor. Carmela was there, laying on the couch, with her head resting against a pillow. Her legs were gently spreaded, and the top of her thin dress was partially unbuttoned. She was candidly revealing an obscene acre of cleavage.

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I remember the familiar heat of summer. The hot weather, the slow warm wind on my bare skin and the stillness of the streets at midday under the blazing sun. I remember staring at every woman in a bikini and their exposed curvy shapes, while the sun’s rays were striking my skin. Everything was laid back: a few cars, less noise, lots of people strolling down the streets and lots of short dresses, too.

The hot weather created an inevitable level of intimacy. Many men were hanging out in their beach shorts and bare torso; some would sport tight briefs, revealing their huge manhoods. Women would bloom like flowers, especially the playful ones who were confident enough to expose the curves of their own bodies.

My neighbor, a woman in her fifties with a large prominent ass, would start wearing a fluffy vaporous skirt with a long slit on the side at the first heat. She didn’t have long legs but she was sexy in it and you could tell she was very happy to wear that skirt. I was happy too. She had beautiful meaty thighs and I was always mesmerized by the movements of her skirt and how randomly the slit would open. Many men would turn their heads to look at her big butt.

I felt excited, yet uncomfortable. After many years since I last saw my aunt Carmela, this year I was going to stay with her again during August. It’s been so long. I do remember the excitement in her eyes every time she would meet me and the warm hugs she’d give me. She was always so happy to see her favorite nephew. I also remember her wonderful cooking and the luxurious dinners we had together, eating all sorts of food until our bellies were stuffed. Then we would watch some TV together, until I’d fall asleep in her arms.

My mom and aunt had grown apart but they were once very close, as Carmela helped her a lot since my mom gave birth to me and my brother. However, my parents didn’t pay her a visit in many years. So, since I’ve been driving around for quite a few years, I thought it would be nice to visit her. My friends told me I was weird: obviously, they didn’t know Carmela.

I found my aunt’s place pretty easy. I walked up the stairs to the main entrance with some anxiety and happiness at the same time. I rang the bell twice and heard a voice from the inside.

“I’m coming!”

It was followed by some heavy stomps, like she was running frantically for the excitement. The stomps were really loud, just as if a giant was running inside the house. They continued for quite a long time, interrupted by some moments of silence here and there. It seemed like she went up and down the stairs for at least two or three times.

“What is she doing?” I thought to myself.

After some endless minutes the stomps finally came closer getting heavier. I could even hear a slapping noise. My heart was pounding in my throat. She reached the door and opened it with a fast, swift movement.

Oh – my – god. She was… a giantess! Instead of her face, right in front of me were two gargantuan bulges, bouncing in (and out) of her dress.

“Are those… boobs!?”

As she opened the door, the big globes dropped low like heavy grocery bags and then bounced up and down for a while, shaking an incredible amount of flesh. They smashed against each other multiple times, overflowing the large yet insufficient containers. I don’t think Carmela was wearing a bra: her bust was simply “filling” her dress, which really resembled an overloaded bag held by her shoulders. She was so abundant that her tit-flesh was packed and stacked in two huge mountains beginning right above her navel and ending a few inches below her chin. But there was more, a lot more. She was enormous everywhere. Her hips were protruding even more than her breasts! She barely fit the door. I stared at those meaty love handles, enraptured by their impressive opulence.

I felt dizzy for a moment. My god. Carmela stood there for a while, just looking at me, oohing away her joy to see me. I think she was talking but I was on another planet. Her cow-sized tits were still dancing in front of my face. She had a buttoned-down dress with a stretched-out V-neck. Every additional little movement was making the contents shake some more. It was like she was carrying two enormous jars, but since they were filled to the top every once in a while some of that creamy jell-o was jumping up and spilling out. Her inevitable cleavage was making it really difficult for me to raise my eyes and meet my aunt’s happy smile. I managed to do that somehow, but she must have noticed my staring. I was surely ogling those gigantic udders! I even felt some drool forming on the side of my dangling tongue.

Carmela was so excited to see me though! She was so nice. She put her hands on my shoulders, inspecting me. She had to bend over a little bit to do that and man, I had never seen so much flesh shaking at the same time. She was all tits.

“Look how tall you got! You are a young man! and such a handsome one, too!”

I was looking at her mountainous cleavage and when she said that, my mind completely lost it. I managed to keep control of my actions, but not of my thoughts.

“I like you too, auntie, I like you a lot… Let me kiss you, let me put my face between your fat udders, they’re so swollen and creamy, they must be full of milk, let me suck your milk, I wanna lick your nipples and I’m gonna be thorough and slow, I wanna lick your flesh, love your fat body, I want to adore you and bury myself between your hips, squeeze me between your thighs, Carmelona, you have such beautiful legs, and such huge enormous tits, belle, belle mammellone, they look so full of milk, like a cow, let me milk you like a cow, bella tettona….”

My obscene thoughts overwhelmed me. Flesh, thighs, fat, curves, tits, hips, milk, cow, meat, carnitas…. it was such pure lust. She didn’t even try to close her ridiculous cleavage, neither did she try to hide her thighs. She had a knee-long skirt with a long slit, reveailing some very opulent legs. Carmela was so sweet. She had the most beautiful silky hair. She grabbed me and hugged me against her soft beautiful self.

Yes. After a few minutes of seeing my aunt, I was already between her boobs. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. I landed right into that ocean of tits and felt her fat jugs undulating around my face. I guess it was just natural for her to hug people like that, since she was so tall. Or maybe she really wanted to share her curves with me!

I tried to say, “You are so beauti-fullll!” but my mouth and cheeks were soon inundated and my entire head was swallowed away into her boob flesh. Maybe she heard my words because she moaned a sweet, “Awwww!” before squeezing me a little more.

I tried to give her a “normal” hug but I couldn’t do it very well. All I could get to were her oversized hips, which comfortably welcomed my hands. My cock was in a big pain. I opened my palms and grabbed a couple handfuls of what felt like pure fat. My manhood jerked and jumped. Her flesh felt good in my hands, it was so creamy and delicious. Carmela’s hips were so large and thick and her breast so massive that it was hard to reach the back of her body. Her belly too was not helping me: it was like a big comfy pillow. I left my hands on the sides of her earthy hourglass. I felt the soft caresses of my aunt on top of my head.

What a dream. An extremely sensual feeling spread across my body. It was like reconnecting with the spirit of life, lust, peace and simple hedonistic pleasures. I tried to stop my palms from continuously squeezing the delicious mounds of flesh packed on her hips and inside the gulfs of her waist. Yet it felt natural to squeeze her, she was super-soft there, so I just followed my instinct and indulged myself. She didn’t complain. I was just hugging her, after all. I adjusted my head inside her welcoming breasts, sank into them and relaxed.

For the first time in my life I felt my entire body surrounded by an array of exciting, tingling and uniquely beautiful sparkles, coming from the contact with her extra-large figure. I had never touched a woman so big in my life. My whole self was surrounded by warmth, squeezed into an almighty softness. The inflated shapes of her belly and breasts soothed me and relaxed me. The sheer largeness of her figure reassured me while the vastness of her hips spread a sense of supreme elegance and power. It was erotic to feel such an abundance, to be able to extend my arms as wide as possible knowing there was still more to feel, beyond my reach. Beyond one’s imagination. Her rolls upon rolls upon rolls of fat were copious, tender, juicy and heavy. My body understood that all my lust could find home between the folds and the ample curves of my bella Carmelona. She was welcoming like a giant Mother Earth.

The rest of my body was pressed against her big belly and legs. The lush beauty of her belly was radiating through me with its soft buttery curves. Her towering, well-padded legs had the elegance of classics and the safeness of a bastion. I wanted to share my love with her, all the love that nature endowed me with. There was absolutely nothing I could do to make my cock go down. It was sticking out and poking Carmela right on her thighs. I almost came when I felt it slowly making its way deeper into her softness.

Carmela finally released me and told me to sit on the couch. My head was dizzy and high and everything was just fine. I tried to start a useless conversation while she went to the kitchen to get me something to drink.

She came back with a glass of milk. Her entire body was jiggling as she walked. Besides her breasts which were bouncing at every step, I was enraptured by the earthy beauty coming out of such a large, creamy body. In a woman, fat equals pleasure. And she had a lot of fat, a lot of copious wobbliness, a lot of tits and a humongous lot of ass. She was a fleshy Epicurean goddess, able to revive a dead man with her large, hourglass figure.

Carmela stopped in front of me and bent over to give me the glass of milk. She revealed a generous view of her gigantic breasts. They were hanging down like overfilled bags of flesh. My eyes got shamelessly stuck between those droopy depths once again. I observed them with the utmost delight during their gentle shaking. Hypnotized, I grabbed the glass and put it close to my mouth. She had warm, giant udders full of milk. The inflated shape of her butt was towering in the background. She was smiling at me, and she couldn’t stop looking at me as well. I smiled back, thinking, “Fuck it, there’s nothing bad in watching something beautiful” and I set back and enjoyed the view. Delicious waves were still moving across the vast surfaces of her bosom, pushing onto the thin layer of her outfit which was stretched out to the max in an effort to hold her breasts together.

Carmela bent over a little bit more, shamelessly, to look at me more closely. She rested her hands on her knees, holding herself that way. Suddenly, the first button of her top popped open under the unbearable weight of her oversized boobs. Another quart of flesh came out of her clothing and overflowed outside of it, in rich, opulent ripples. It seemed never-ending. I sucked some more of my milk and let its creamy flavor permeate my mouth. My cock twitched hard, stretching the jeans fabric in a very abrupt movement. It’s impossible she didn’t see it. The oppressive weight of her bosom was now supported only by some small buttons of her top garment which wasn’t holding it very well. It looked like her dress was going to explode: a whole lot of her tits was already hanging outside of it, but Carmela didn’t seem to bother too much about that. I guess she was used to exposing her abundant bits, since there was no way to contain them.

Then unfortunately, she raised but even when she did that she didn’t care about closing the rebel button: she just stepped away, naturally letting her boobs shake and bounce. I obscenely started to massage my rock-hard cock through my torturing jeans.

I casually followed her upstairs, since I absolutely had to reach the bathroom to take care of myself. Her ass barely fit the steep, narrow staircase. I could have buried my entire body between those wide hips. She hurried upstairs, making the juiciest parts of her body bounce hard with slappy noises. Her 100+ inches butt was wiggling close to me. I imagined what kind of absolute pleasure it would be to have her on top, slowly penetrating her, sinking my fingers into those hips. My slim body surrounded by the rich elegance of Carmela’s curves. I secretly wanted Carmela to notice my hard-on, so evidently sticking out through my pants. I wanted to tell her, “I wouldn’t be so hard if it wasn’t for this – and this”, grabbing two handfuls of hips and tit flesh.

She went into the bedroom while I rushed into the bathroom. Just a few strokes and I was releasing my warm load. It splattered hard on the mirror in front of me while I was moaning her name in a desperate breathe.

“Carmelona, amore mio….”

I whispered my love as I was slowly running my hands all along my cock, caressing every possible area of its skin. I felt the full ridges and veins, pulsating with passion. It was all shiny and painfully stiff. I desired her.

Carmela
She reveals my dream
Reveals herself
She surrounds me
Her gigantic maternal hips
Welcome my love
And my sex
Handfuls of flesh
So much Opulence
A bosom so full and so copious
She rides me
With all of her weight
Deep onto me
Deep into her

My whole body was contracted in the spasms of the orgasm. I watched my cum coming out in long, warm spurts. As I came, I wanted to feel the creamy texture of her inflated udders on my lips. I wanted to suck the rich milk from on her enormous breasts. I wanted to squeeze the abundant rolls of fat on her hips.

I sat on the floor, caressing my tingling body.

“What just happened to me?”

Silence.

Something still had to happen that day.

-END OF CHAPTER 2

This story was originally published on Literotica. This revised version features a few changes and can be considered the final edit.

(photo is (c) topheavy.com)

Edoardo, ti piace il mio culo? E’ un culo bovino, come una mucca da carne. Perchè ti assicuro che se immergi le mani qui sui miei fianchi, di carne ne trovi tanta, sai… Ne avrò un quintale, guarda che gnocchi, sono tutti da palpare!

(Photo is (c) Lailani / southern-charms4.com)

Ma che belle coltri di lardo… hai le cosce tutte inzuppate di grasso, come due prosciuttoni… me le fai palpare, zia?

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This is the first story I ever wrote. It originally got published on Literotica in 2005. Since then I have edited it a little to this final form, mainly restoring the age of the narrator, which was changed to comply with Literotica rules.  Just like Titta — the visibly underage main character of Fellini’s Amarcord smothered between the tobacconist’s fat boobs — my teenage protagonist sees no problems in sharing his love with a grown up woman. This story and ALL my stories will never ever be about abuse. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

My Abundant Aunt Carmela

When I was younger, I used to go visit my aunt at her home during summer. My parents would send me there every year: it seemed natural to do so since she lived close to the beach. It was like a free vacation. Usually, I would stay with her alone for the entire month of August, except for the week when my parents and my uncle would join us for a brief holiday.

Every year, I couldn’t wait for summer to come. I had a few friends over in my aunt’s town, but that was not my real motivation. In fact, I couldn’t care less about them. They were just a bunch of stupid kids only interested in beach-volley, gelatos, and stupid skinny scantily-clothed Baywatch-type girls. For me, summer time was an excuse to go visit my aunt and admire her beauty. My aunt is the most sensual woman I ever saw.

I was a skinny, tiny little boy, and she was big, soft and cuddly. She was so tall my head would arrive a little below her shoulder, even though I was already fourteen! I would say she was 6′5″, at least. She was like a giant to me, in fact, not only was she tall, she was also fat and fine all around. Her chest was very ample and welcoming. Her tits were huge, two big watermelon-sized cushions. Her hips were wide and vast, and I’d say very comfy for a man who wanted to bury himself in between them: those round legs looked thick and soft. Her thighs were gracefully long and very large at the same time. And her arms were twice as thick as my thighs. I was completely fascinated by her luscious, excessively feminine body, and when she was around I couldn’t stop staring at her. I would think, “How big are those tits?” “she must be wearing the biggest bra ever made for sure!”, or “I bet her hips are like 90 inches, and those thighs, look how much flesh she has down there, it’s the softest and tightest place I could possibly come!”

I always loved to stare at her large, overfilled sacks of flesh called breasts. Yes, her tits were two watery bags of fat flesh, two giant jello cakes: they were so abundant I almost never watched porn, because just thinking about those mountains would make me come. She was really opulent. She was much bigger and more beautiful than any woman I could have seen on TV, or in porno movies. She was more gracious than any girlfriend I would meet and more attractive than any super-model. I remember my friends talking about the size of Serena Grandi’s boobs, or Pamela Anderson’s, or Chloe Vevrier’s, or even Russ Meyer’s babes, but all those tits were so small compared to my aunt’s. Generally speaking, I think all those actresses, models and stars are simply not padded enough to be really attractive.

The first time I stayed with aunt Carmela I was thirteen. It was at that age I realized just how beautiful she really was. That summer, I could not stop myself from masturbating 5 or 6 times a day. But, I mean, what was I supposed to do?

In the morning, she would come down the steep stairs while I was sitting on the couch, watching TV with my glass of milk. (if you were sitting on the couch you could see the TV and the stairs.) Step after step, I would behold her immense tits, as big as cantaloupes, bouncing and shaking like crazy, literally overflowing her huge bra. With my mouth dangling open, I would contemplate all that flesh bouncing up and down, and all I wanted was to put my head between those comfy pillows while I stuck my cock between her well-padded thighs. I wanted to feel her udders invading my mouth. Unfortunately, all I could do was masturbate.

When she was coming down the stairs, I could definitely see that her bra was not big enough. In fact, she was always wearing a nightgown, in an effort to contain and protect the vastness of her tit flesh. Still, you could clearly see her gown wobbling like crazy because of the continuous waves of flesh pushing from inside, and rippling like a wild ocean out of her bra. Those gigantic udders looked heavy and full of milk and were shoving to get out.

Her bosom really looked like an ocean, always crossed by soft and impetuous waves in endless motion. They were full of water, full to the top. And it was so incredible to watch her big tits move and bounce inside (and out!) of that gown: they were bouncing, and bouncing, and bouncing over and over, step after step, and because of their sheer size the gown was moved and pushed all around. It was like the poor vest was desperately trying to contain an unreasonable weight, a beefy mountain of fat flesh, tantamount to a heap of ripe persimmons, I would say. You could totally feel that whatever was inside, was massive, copious, voluminous, and deliciously creamy.

When she was coming down the stairs, she was always slow and careful, in an effort to moderate the “bouncing effect” of her boobs. I could see her, trying to watch where she was going to put her foot, glancing over the curves of her voluptuous body. Not an easy job. Most of the times she was successful: she kind of had to twist her bust over the banister in order to move the breast away from her sight. While doing this, her tits would protrude over toward me. However, sometimes she would eventually put down her foot in a more abrupt way, and suddenly rest all her weight on one foot. As a consequence, the entire weight of her breasts would immediately pour all the way down, overflowing her bra, inundating her vest, bouncing back and forth, shaking left and right, for so many magical seconds. I could see her tits bouncing out of her gown, like a high tide. It was just like an ocean of flesh stormed by a tempest, and I wanted to be in eye of that storm, feeling the obese masses of her heavy udders slapping on my face while my mouth sucked the milk from them.

A couple of times she was in such a hurry (I guess she had something cooking on the stove or something), that she rushed down the stairs so fast her boobs couldn’t tolerate it anymore. At first, they naturally bounced up and down, up and down, up to her chin, and then down low, slapping hard like oily water inside a big jug. It was unreal, but she didn’t stop: instead, she continued to run down the stairs, with all that flesh shaking, but after a few more heavy stomps her bra completely snapped open under the pressure of her giant udders. Her right tit popped out and hit the banister with a big “slap!”, before she quickly closed her gown. I remember this huge, fat teat uncontrollably erupting out…. beautiful, full of delicious wrinkles (probably because of the immense growth), and I wanted to lick and suck those wrinkles so bad. I wanted to adore them. I could almost feel their rich texture melting under my tongue. I wanted to feel those huge tits – which probably overgrew so many bras and clothing – completely cover my head.

After flashing me, my beautiful aunt quickly covered herself, while laughing out a sort of embarrassed, “Oh my god!”. Moreover, she didn’t care much about what had just happened and continued to run in front of me. I guess she really needed to reach the kitchen! With no bra, I could still hear her watermelon tits slapping on her stomach, while she was trying to tighten her gown.

Later, I also tried to explain to myself why all of that had happened, and why she ignored me as though she hadn’t flashed me at all, but I didn’t reach any conclusions. Probably she was in such a hurry she hadn’t fastened her bra properly before leaving her room, and she didn’t care about anything else. Anyway, that was the first time I saw her naked breast, even if for just a second or so.

Naturally enough, that same day I had problems sleeping. I kept waking up thinking about her. And boy, I jerked off so many times I don’t even remember. The scene on the stairs was the most amazing thing I had ever seen in my entire life. Luckily enough, my aunt had so much more to offer.

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Trascorsi un’estate bellissima con zia Carmela. Ogni giorno mi preparava piatti deliziosi, sia per pranzo che per cena. Come diceva lei, erano molto “ricchi e sostanziosi”. Mangiavamo insieme sul terrazzo, io in calzoni corti e a torso nudo, lei in bikini. Esponeva sempre con tranquillità le sue curve burrosissime. Se non era in bikini, indossava un pareo attorno ai fianchi e una canottiera da cui invariabilmente traboccavano i seni.

La sua cucina era molto saporita e gustosa, talmente buona che facevamo sempre a gara a chi mangiava di più. I dessert erano forse la sua specialità. Ne faceva di fantastici, sempre nuovi e con qualche leggera variazione. Ogni due o tre giorni ne preparava uno, anche se quello precedente non era ancora finito. Nulla andava sprecato, comunque, perchè entrambi eravamo golosi. Era una goduria perchè la zia tagliava porzioni di dolce veramente abbondanti per entrambi. Lei finiva sempre il suo piatto, io quasi sempre.

Finita la vacanza, non vidi zia Carmela per sei anni di fila, nonostante le insistenze con i miei genitori da parte mia e di zia Carmela stessa. La scusa era che dovevo migliorare i miei voti a scuola. Al mio dodicesimo anno, però, riuscii finalmente ad avere ottimi voti, per cui il mio desiderio fu esaudito.

Parlai con zia Carmela al telefono il giorno prima di salire sul treno. Tra le altre cose, ci accordammo su dove mi sarebbe venuta a prendere e a che ora. Era davvero molto contenta di sentirmi, parlammo un po’ dei bei tempi passati e di come avremmo dovuto vederci prima in qualche modo.

Poi, all’improvviso, con una soffusa esclamazione (come se stesse condividendo un segreto) mi disse, “Sapessi come sono ingrassata!”

Il tono della sua voce mi colpì particolarmente e mi fece tornare in mente il suo calore materno. Infatti, più le parlavo più sentivo il desiderio di abbracciarla. Nella mia mente c’era questa immagine di morbidezza e rotondità che non visualizzavo del tutto ma sentivo molto forte, o volevo sentire.

“Madonna… sono davvero molto più grassa, tesoro. Sai che i miei fianchi sfregano nelle porte adesso? Che roba… Cosa vuoi che ti dica, mi sono allargata. Comunque non preoccuparti… anche se la zia è ingrassata ti porta lo stesso in spiaggia, sai?” aggiunse come per tranquilizzarmi.

Il calore delle sue parole mi eccitò non poco, lasciandomi in trepidante attesa per l’indomani. Anche se ero molto giovane avevo già una forte passione per le femmine, e spesso questa mi portava a litigi con le mie coetanee, a cui cercavo insistentemente di stringere le acerbe poccie. Mi limitavo solo alle ragazze con le tette più grosse, ma la maggior parte si lamentava delle mie molestie anche quando non le rigardava. Che stupide.

Il viaggio in treno trascorse senza problemi di sorta. Arrivai assetato per via dell’afa, ma sicuramente zia Carmela mi avrebbe fatto bere dalla sua borraccia. Appena scesi dal treno la vidi venirmi incontro sorridendo. Non c’era molta gente alla stazione. Era davvero ingrassata: le sue curve carnose erano assai evidenti e le sue masse di ciccia ballonzolante non erano certo celate. Notai molti maschi girarsi per contemplare le sue rotondità.

Dopo che le feci ciao con la mano iniziò a correre verso di me per l’eccitazione. I suoi floridi cuscini di lardo iniziarono a rimbalzare con pesantezza dentro i suoi vestiti, come se tentassero di uscire fuori. Soprattutto le gigantesche mammelle, raccolte in un reggiseno-vasca, sguazzavano in modo particolarmente fragoroso, come se la zia stesse correndo con una pentola piena di latte tra le mani. Io seguii semplicemente il mio istinto: lasciai la valigia per terra e le corsi incontro per tuffarmi dentro le sue belle zinne materne. Arrivatole vicino mi accorsi che le sue tette erano veramente enormi e grasse, molto più grandi della mia testa.

Zia Carmela mi accolse a braccia aperte tra quelle soffici montagne ballonzolanti. Il mare di carne nel reggiseno-vasca mi rimbalzò in faccia più volte, mentre la zia mi stringeva a se. A mia volta, io mi aggrappai alla sua vita, poggiando le mie braccia sui suoi grossi fianchi sporgenti per tenermi su. La zia mi strinse a se, schiacciando il mio intero corpo contro il suo e avvolgendomi tra le sue magnifiche colline.

Il mio cazzo divenne duro come non mai e sebbene fossi un po’ confuso, provai subito un immenso piacere. Infatti, l’abbraccio di zia Carmela fece affondare il mio membro eretto, che sporgeva da dentro i calzoni della mia tuta, tra le sue coscione rigonfie di cellulite. Era morbidissima.

Quando mi liberai per un momento dal suo caldo abbraccio notai un paio di persone che si erano fermate a guardarci con la bava alla bocca. Potevo vedere l’invidia stampata sui loro occhi. Per tutta risposta zia Carmela si aggiustò il reggiseno di fronte a loro, sollevando i suoi enormi seni in modo plateale, persino inchinandosi un poco, come per facilitare loro la visione. Poi si girò verso di me, lasciò cadere le mammelle dentro la “vasca” e mentre queste rimbalzavano a destra e a sinistra a più non posso, allungò le braccia in avanti per abbracciarmi. Immersi tutta la mia testa tra le mammelle ballonzolanti e potrei giurare che, tra un bacio e l’altro, la zia guardava gli avventori apertamente negli occhi. Uno di questi non potè fare a meno ti toccarsi in pubblico. La zia gli sorrise bonariamente, e contemporaneamente mi strinse a se un po’ di più. Mi aggrappai alle abbondanti maniglie sui suoi fianchi, dopo averle palpate per bene.

Mentre muovevo la testa dentro il suo seno materno, spingendo le sue grandi masse di carne burrosa a destra e a sinistra, all’improvviso un grosso capezzolo sgusciò fuori dall’enorme reggiseno. Subito iniziò a sgocciolare un po’ di latte, una grossa goccia dietro l’altra, come se quelle sue mammelle da mucca fossero talmente piene che il latte traboccava fuori alla minima occasione. Zia Carmela rise con innocenza ma prontamente afferrò la mammella ribelle e la rimise dentro la “vasca”. Poi mi prese per mano a mi accompagnò a grandi passi verso la macchina, noncurante del lardo che tremolava e rimbalzava sonoramente sotto i suoi passi pesanti.

Sentii un avventore gridare, “Dai il latte al bambino, eh?”

“Mi raccomando!” rispose un altro.

Salimmo sulla macchina tra i fischi e pure qualche applauso. Zia Carmela li ignorò completamente ma allo stesso tempo mi sorrise felice. Ero felice anch’io, e contraccambiai il sorriso senza esitazioni.

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Scavalco la staccionata e mi ritrovo davanti alla zia, che mi accoglie a braccia aperte, sporgendosi in avanti con un seno di fuori, e uno ancora dentro che spinge per uscire. Le corro incontro, innocentemente, senza frenarmi troppo. I miei occhi innocenti vedono solo un enorme cuscino caldo d’amore.

Mi tuffo in quel mare di carne. La mammella che era ancora dentro la veste si riversa fuori dietro la mia spinta, cadendomi addosso con un sonoro splash. La zia nel contempo mi avvolge con le sue braccia stringendomi contro le sue grasse tette. Sento le onde di carne infrangersi contro di me e attorno a me. Che morbidezza, è come sguazzare nel mare.

“Vieni qua, caro, vieni qua, fatti spupazzare dalla zia, fatti abbracciare!” mi dice, accarezzandomi la testa sepolta tra le masse dei suoi seni. “Stringimi forte… ecco, così… oh caro, la zia ti vuole tanto bene, sai? tantissimo…”

“Anche io,” le rispondo adagiandomi completamente sulle sue colline di carne, “anche io!”

E’ bellissimo essere sbatocchiato in tutto quel ben di dio. La zia ha un enorme sederone stracolmo di amore. Se volessi ci potrei affondare tutte le mie mani e tutta la mia testa. E’ eccitante e allo stesso tempo rilassante stringere una montagna così imponente, così infinita. La mia faccia è completamente avvolta dalle enormi zinne, mentre il resto del mio corpo poggia e strofina contro l’abbondante cellulite delle coscie e del ventre. Provo anche a muovermi in quell’abbraccio avvolgente, e ci riesco perchè è come sguazzare in un mare di carne. La stringo, la strizzo quanto più posso, e sento un desiderio nuovo, inusuale. Voglio fare parte di lei, entrare dentro il suo grembo e essere avvolto dalla sua morbidezza per sempre.

I miei sensi sono in un paradiso terrestre. Sono cullato dal suono delle onde del suo lardo, immerso nel sapore burroso della sua pelle, avvolto da un lago di lussuria che sovraccarica ogni ogni centimetro della mia pelle, mentre osservo delle enormi colline materne.

“Se hai freddo ti abbraccio forte tra i miei fianchi e ti avvolgo con le mie gambe, per tenerti caldo,” mi disse. Questa frase, insieme al caldo afoso che avvolgeva la campagna attorno a noi, aggiunse un elemento di sensualità misteriosa. Mi rimase impressa nella memoria per sempre. La zia me la sussurrò accarezzandomi, mentre la mia faccia sprofondava tra le sue tette carnose.

Questa storia è dedicata a Tawnee of BBWFantasyGirls.Com, a breve spero di riuscire a postare una sua foto perchè è meravigliosa. Ciao Tawnee!

Avevo sei anni quando passai la mia prima estate in vacanza dalla zia. Ha una residenza in compagna, un enorme podere con cavalli, cani, mucche. E tanti filari di pesche. Un giorno facevamo una passeggiata e io ero molto stanco.

E’ un gran caldo, e io mi sono già scolato tutta la borraccia. La zia, forse per via del suo abbondante grasso, si scopre spesso alzando la sottana per farsi vento. A volte se la tira proprio su del tutto mostrando le floride coscione, talmente enormi da essere più grosse del mio intero corpo. Siccome tutto quell’ammasso di lardo balla e rimbalza ad ogni passo, io ogni tanto m’intrufolo dentro la sottana e le do uno schiaffetto bonario sulla cosciona nuda. Mi piace sentire la mia mano affondare in tutta quella morbidezza e mi piace vedere l’effetto acquoso della cellulite ballonzolante su quelle coscione. Dopo il mio schiaffetto, la zia si finge sorpresa, io scappo e lei mi insegue a sottana alzata. Io mi giro per vedere quale tumultuoso mare di carne la zia è, e così mi raggiunge, stringendomi amorevolmente contro il suo morbido corpo. E’ sempre un ammasso di morbidezza bellissimo, come un mare in piena, con onde che si scontravano contro la mia giovane pelle.

Tutto ciò mette sete e non ce la facevo più. Quando ci fermammo un attimo dietro la mia ennesima lamentela, osservai che la scollatura del suo vestito era scesa molto, forse per via dei nostri giochi. La zia si era appoggiata con le braccia e il busto alle aste di uno dei recinti del suo podere. Il suo prosperoso seno era giusto a cavallo del recinto, e si riversava oltre di esso, dando sul lato in cui ero io. Il vestito che era sceso sorreggeva il florido tettame come un secchio, creando un lago enorme, sconfinato, tutto tremolante come un budino. Mentre lei mi sta parlando, io non riesco a fare altro che guadare le sue enormi mammelle, esposte come quelle di una mucca da latte. La zia nota il mio sguardo fisso quasi subito, e per tutta risposta si sporge un po’ di più per farmi vedere meglio. Si abbassa anche la scollatura un po’ di più, e nel muoversi mi crogiolo nella ricchezza cremosa del suo mare di mammelle, stese come un mercato della carne. Continuo ad osservare, e noto che ad ogni più piccolo movimento della zia, c’e un micro maremoto in quell’oceano di tette.

Quando le giungo vicino, mi chiede dolcemente, “Hai ancora sete per davvero, tesoro? Povero tesoro, vieni quà… Forse ti posso dissetare io, guarda, non sembra un mare d’acqua?”

E così dicendo, inizia a scuotere dolcemente le sue poccie. La zia mi affascina con quella visione di un mare increspato da un leggero vento, dolce ma presente. Un letto d’acqua che regala qualche onda, cui si infrange con un soffice rumore un’altra onda tumultuosa. Il suono mi inebria e la visione mi fa sentire vivo.

Mentre sono in questa pace, sento chiedermi, “Vuoi bere un po’ del mio latte?”

Io faccio cenno di sì e sono come ipnotizzato. Lei sorride benevola, e mi avvicina, sporgendosi ancora di più. Parte delle sue mammelle era ancora coperta, infatti. Quando sono vicino vicino, lei abbassa lentamente la sua veste bianca, rivelando un grosso capezzolone turgido. Sembra davvero quello di una mucca.

“Succhia, caro, succhia dalle poccie della zia, succhia,” mi dice mentre me lo mette in bocca, “succhia forte, succhia il mio latte, caro, è buono e ne ho tanto, guarda che borraccione che ha la zia…

“Finchè stai da me sono io che devo provvedere a te, curarti, sfamarti, e volerti bene. Quando siamo insieme non ti devi preoocupare perchè in ogni caso ti posso nutrire io, solo con il mio corpo, con il mio latte, che è sostanzioso, cosa credi? E’ sostanzioso… “

Io mi ricordo che aprii le mie labbra e succhiai come una volta, come facevo fino a pochi anni prima con mia mamma. Solo che la zia ha molto più latte, a giudicare dalle enormi zinne che si ritrova. Collego istintivamente la dimensione del seno alla quantità di latte, alla quantità di piacere. In fondo succhiare il latte dà gusto, non solo placa la mia sete, ma mi avvolge in un calore enorme che si espande dalle mie labbra in tutto il mio corpo. La tettona della zia è caldissima, rovente, mi fa quasi sentire dentro di lei. Mi viene voglia di abbracciarla e starle vicino, dirle che mi sta facendo stare bene.

“Ti voglio tanto bene, zia, davvero,” le sussurro guadandola dal basso in alto.

“Oh, tesoro mio, anch’io, anch’io,” mi dice con gli occhi buoni e dolci, e aggiunge, “Vieni di qua dalla staccionata che ti abbraccio per bene.”

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