Chapter 1

Roberta was a 43 year old bartender, working weekends to make enough to keep her house, after her husband's death. She was also incredibly gorgeous, with soft, sensual skin, that cried out for a massage. She kept her hair cut fairly short, but it was still a beautiful jet-black, and she managed to seem quite feminine, despite her tomboyish exterior.

She had loved being married, because, unlike many wives, she wanted sex every day, and made sure that she got it from her late hubby. She also knew about his affairs, as she had been his mistress during his first marriage, and she had simply not been able to give up his 9 inch cock. His sexual freedom was something that she had learned to accept as a necessary consequence of his higher libido.

Roberta had a grown-up son, named Chad, who was engaged to a woman named Deanna, a tall, slender brunette with a tendency to wear up-scale clothes. Chad and Deanna seemed your typical, run of the mill engaged couple, busy planning their wedding and working their jobs, while trying to fight off "cold feet".

What Roberta didn't tell her son and his bride-to-be was that she had trouble finding anyone new, because her deceased husband's cock had been so large, that it simply raised the bar for other guys, so to speak. She would fuck them, to try them out, but if they had small dicks, she would let them off easy, without much comment.

Chad and Deanna had made some attempts to set her up in the recent past, but their tastes were more conservative, all involving PC, pussy-whipped "Mama's boys". They tended to have small cocks, and were often reluctant to take the initiative in bed. None of them would have made the grade, and she hated to hurt her son's feelings about it.

One day, on a Monday night, as she sat with her son, talking about her loneliness, he kept insisting that she could find someone, if she just kept trying, and didn't give up. Roberta, however, kept noticing that he had potential to be tougher, like his Dad, if he could just break free of his college indoctrination.

They had filled his head with politically correct claptrap about sensitivity, until he was a hyper-sensitive pansy, as far as she was concerned. She also noticed his penis, which was about the same length and width of his father's phallus.

Gradually, as she continued to stare at his groin, she began realizing that this was her solution. She had the ideal lover right there in front of her, carrying his father's genes and, most importantly, his father's dick. She was willing to swing, but she only wanted to be permanent with a well-endowed, dominant sort of guy. This gave her an idea, and she immediately began to carry it out.

"Chad, if you are so sure that I can find a steady boyfriend, I challenge you to prove it! Try to make a match for me, and let me judge your success or failure, according to my standards! You'll have 6 months, or I get my prize! If you win, I will marry the man, but if I win, I get to use the largest cock that I know about, daily!"

"Alright, but whose cock is that, and what does that have to do with me?"

"I'm your Mom, so I've seen your dick a few times, and I wager that it's as long as your father's by now, making it the largest of which I am aware. That's your cock I was talking about, and you just agreed to bet it!"

"Mom, that's disgusting- incest? Besides, I'm committed to Deanna, and I won't cheat on her."

"You're also committed to this bet, which is more explicit a deal, and, therefore, more binding. If you really think you're right, it shouldn't be a problem, should it?"

"I guess not. You're dead serious about fucking me if I lose?"

"Yeah, because you need to loosen up a little, and I can help you there."

"Ok. Well, you have a deal, as I said."

Chad didn't really worry, except for the slim chance that he might lose, but he expected to win the bet, so he decided not to tell Deanna. He did seek her help trying to arrange dates for his Mom, but he didn't give her an idea as to the reason for his urgency.

They began planning in earnest, still clueless to the fact that his Mom knew for almost a certainty that she would win. Few men had cocks as large as her son's, and few, if any, of those men would be on her son's list. He was undermining his own side, and he didn't even know it.

Roberta was getting everything for her moment of seduction. The schedule had to be right, since she had to be making her move when Deanna was unlikely to catch them red-handed. She knew that her son would never tell his fiancee about something as "scandalous" as incest, so he would be there alone, ready to fall into her clutches when the time came to act.

Date followed date, sometimes ending in sex, sometimes not, depending on how PC the fool was, but, Roberta thought, the lucky ones at least got a lay out of it. The poor dupes who wanted to "wait" wouldn't even get that much, since she wouldn't give a 2nd date to a guy who didn't put out. Roberta, as she expected, found all of them lacking in the "dealbreaker" category- the size of their cocks. No man was equal to her son's penis, and she was hardly surprised about that.

Chad's confidence began to sink as the months wore on, and he was starting to have anxiety about the growing probability that he would be trapped into committing incest with his Mom, thereby cheating on Deanna. What choice would he have? He couldn't renege, because she was giving every a man a chance, even to the point of acting like a slut, which both disturbed, and surprisingly, on one level, aroused him. Could she really be that picky? What was wrong with her, if she didn't want these respectable men?

Deanna noticed his nervous behavior, but she passed it off as pre-wedding jitters. She thought that increasing the frequency of sex would solve it, but it didn't, and she was beginning to wonder if he was no longer sure about his interest in their upcoming marriage.

Even so, she made every effort to convince him that his sex life was not going to be over if they wed. He, of course, knew it wouldn't, but couldn't tell her that, and definitely couldn't tell her why.

Finally, just 2 months before the wedding, Roberta's time limit had elapsed, and Chad went to her house to find out if her last date had achieved a relationship. He was extremely scared as he rang the doorbell, and his Mom answered the door in a rather surprisingly conservative dress, not indicating what she had in mind yet.

"Well, Chad, it's been 6 months, and you know the deal. This last guy was nice, but, sorry, no dice! You haven't helped your cause, picking out these weak, groveling kind of fellows.

I'm sorry, but your tastes and mine are different, and that has cost you the bet. I have won, and I expect you to honor our agreement. I get your big manhood inside me every day, and you'll just to live with the fact that you're having an affair with your Mom."