The Hots
Copyright© 2025 by Alan C. Zumwalt
Chapter 6
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A high school girl finds her body going through changes that go FAR beyond puberty.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Paranormal Mother Father Daughter Group Sex White Female Oriental Female First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Public Sex Teacher/Student Transformation
I walked into the family room, where my dad was sitting, watching TV.
“Where’s mom?” I asked.
He looked around, “She said she had to go take care of something. I don’t know where she is right now.”
I shook my head. My dad had a tendency to get wrapped up in a show or movie, and zone out from the rest of the world until it was over.
I searched the house, starting in my parents’ bedroom, and moving on to the kitchen and living room. There was no sign of her.
I finally went out front. The motion-sensitive lights illuminated the area. I was surprised to see that Brian’s car was still out in the driveway. He should have been long gone. He wasn’t in his car.
I looked around the front lawn, and saw that the side gate was slightly ajar. It was always locked and closed. Going around the side, more outside lights turned on. I reached the backyard.
The swimming pool was drained for the season. On the other side of it was the guest house. I could see a light on in a window.
I knew instantly why Brian’s car was still here, and where my mom was. “That bitch!” I muttered.
The door to the guest house was unlocked. Inside I heard my mother saying, “Oh yeah! That’s good. You have a nice cock!” Inside, Brian was in the nearest bedroom, on the bed, lying on his back. My mom was straddling his cock, riding it with abandon. Her large firms boobs would have been bouncing all over the place, if he hadn’t been groping them with both hands.
“Mom!” I cried out.
She slowed down her bouncing, and looked back at me. “Oh, hi Florence dear. Would you like to join us? You can ride his face while I do his cock.”
“But, Brian’s my boyfriend!”
My mom rolled her eyes. “Please! He’s your fuck-buddy at best.
“So, what do you say?”
I was still horny, and the scene with my mom gyrating on my beau’s cock got my juices really flowing. I shed my clothes, leaving them strewn with the other ones.
I straddled his face, with my back to my mom, so Brian’s nose was against my clit. “Just lick me,” I instructed him.
Eagerly, he complied. But he was not very good at his licking. I guess he just didn’t know female anatomy very well. Actually, his nose against my clitoris was the best part. But my libido was so amped up, any stimulation would make me come.
From behind, my mom’s arms snaked around, under my arms, and groped my breasts. As she bobbed and weaved on his cock, her erect nipples brushed against my back. It was incredibly erotic. I don’t think anyone, much less my mother had ever gotten me so turned on before.
Too soon, Brian came, and mom climbed off of him. I joined her back on the floor.
Brian sat up and started getting dressed.
Neither one of us felt compelled to put on our clothes.
My mom said, “Nice job draining his cock. He gave me nice long ride on that big dick.”
“His name is Brian, Mom.”
“Whatever.”
My boyfriend left the guest house without saying a word.
My mother hugged me. Our breasts pressed against each other.
She then kissed me with a deep lustful kiss, that was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced. My knees almost gave way.
I tried to change the subject. “Does dad know you’re cheating on him?
She suddenly turned serious. “You father and I have had a talk. With my rampaging sex drive, and all the Hot girls at work throwing themselves at him, the odds of us staying monogamous, was getting less and less likely. So we came to decision. We can both sleep with other people.
“We still love each other, and will still make love on a regular basis. But we will no longer be exclusive.”
That change in the family dynamic would take a while for me to fully assimilate. “I see,” was all I could articulate at that moment.
She gave me a lusty stare. “Do you want to fool around? Or has fucking Brian quenched the fire between your legs, for now?”
I pointed down at my dripping twat. “You know I’m still horny.”
She clapped her hands. “Wait here! I will go get that two-headed dildo.”
In less than a minute, she was back, with her large sex toy.
After giving me another mind-blowing kiss, she maneuvered me backward, until my rear was pressed against the bed.
Not breaking contact with her lips, I climbed on top of the mattress.
Mom finally broke our lip lock, and joined me on the bed. With no warning, she shoved the purple rubber dildo inside me. It was thicker than Brian’s cock, and made me come as I felt my vaginal walls stretch.
“Oh mommy!” I cried out. Where did that come from? I hadn’t called her “Mommy” since I was four years old.
Straddling me, on her knees, mom positioned herself so her pussy was directly opposite the exposed end of the dingus. With no hesitation, she lowered herself onto the dildo. Her vagina made a slurping sound as it slid in her.
That added weight drove my end deeper into me. Much deeper than Brian ever got. Deeper than I thought possible. I cried out. My hips bucked as I came hard.
“Oh yeah!” my mother cried. “That’s how you do it!” With strong pelvic thrusts, she pushed back.
The dildo was completely inside both of us. Only a small sliver of purple showed from time to time. Our pussies were touching, and our clits ground into each other. That was the first time I had experienced that sensation. I kept coming repeatedly. Each time a little stronger than the last. I could not stop, even when they became almost painful, as my mom was controlling the rhythm.
Eventually, I passed out.
I woke up the next morning, in my own bed, still naked. Evidently, my parents had carried me up to my room. My clothes from the night before, were in my dirty clothes hamper.
The alarm was going off, reminding me that I needed to go to school.
Turning off the buzzer, I got out of bed and immediately felt the change. Sometime in the night, I’d gained another cup size.
I ran to my full-length mirror and examined the results. Turning sideways, the change was obvious. Before I got The Hots, my breasts were a cone-like projection out of my chest. Now my titties were full and round, with jutting nipples. They were distinct from the rest of my body.
I touched my new knockers, cupping one in each hand. I let out a moan. Evidently, the larger they grew, the more sensitive they got.
I am glad I had not ordered new school uniforms for me yet. Something inside me had agreed
with mom when she told me that my first breast growth was not going to be my last.
Listening to that same feeling now, I felt that this time my growth spurt was over. Any further breast growth would be minimal.
The question arose: what do I do about school clothes. I am required to wear a bra, but I don’t think any of my current ones I got from mom would fit me anymore. Plus, when I was sporting a C-cup, my blouses barely fit. What am I going to do now? I thought.
I went down the stairs, calling out, “Mom! I have a problem.”
She was in the kitchen, cooking some oatmeal for breakfast. She came to the steps. “What’s wrong?”
I opened up the robe I was wearing, displaying my new breasts. “It happened again!”
My mother took a step back, taking in my new figure. “Nice! You are getting to almost as voluptuous as me.”
I gasped, “I hope I don’t get that big.”
My mom laughed. “Nothing you can do about it.”
“But, how am I going to go to school? My bras I got from you will no longer fit. and they no longer will be able to fit under my my top.”
She considered for a minute. “My new bras would be too big. We could loosen up the straps of your current bra straps, and use it as a minimizer. I can’t guarantee it will be very comfortable.”
“Let’s give it a try.”
True to her prediction, the loosened C-cup was not comfortable. It pushed in my enlarged breasts, but it was all I could do to stay in dress code.
While I was adjusting it, my mom departed, then came back with two white blouses. “These no longer fit me. The sleeves may be too long, and the style may not be strictly school dress code, but I think you can make it work for one day.”
I tried the one that looked the most like the school uniform. Again my mom was right on the mark. The sleeves were too long, and so was the overall length. I had to tuck so much into my skirt, the tails almost stuck out from the bottom of the skirt.
I went to the mirror in my room, and gave my new top a look. It looked very sloppy, but I guessed it would pass the school code this once.
“While you are in school, I will order some new uniforms from the school app, and have them express delivered. And I’ll buy you some new bras at the mall.”
“Thanks, Mom! You’re the best!”
“That’s what Brian said last night.”
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