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You spent a long time contemplating the choice, yet your choice was made clear with the simple invitation and request: leaving them out of breath.

It was simple for you given your personal endowment, yet you didn't expect your friend's own mother. Their profile was clearly made in the heat of the moment, and you weren't sure if they recognized you. Even as you sat in the guest room waiting for them to finish up their morning chores, you were left divided by your decision. Would your friend look down on you or would they consider you a friend anymore? However, a carnal question crept up, would she be able to handle all of you? A familiar throb pulsed through your body as well as your loins as the image welled up in your cloudy judgment. Your vulpine visage was covered by a matching white mask, you wanted to hide any familiarity between you and them. The mask did little to help your shaking nerves as it caused every deep breath to become trapped and warm. You even remember when you sent the first picture of yourself at half mast, their immediate reaction was shock and arousal. A horny mother no less, you assured yourself by admitting that it would be simple, just deep strokes and that'll be it. Your tool being blessed by your father's gene pool, an equipment that is better fit for a strapping draft horse than your own. Sure, it caused issues towards the beginning of high school, but would be a crutch in your later years. Suddenly you heard the door open with its squeaky hinge, your friend's mother finally walking into the room; an older opossum. Their form was aged from the many many children that she had, especially when considering the pictures that littered the walls. It was a shock to see her fit through the door considering she was bottom heavy, her curves would even violently stretch out her casual pajamas. Coincidentally she reminded you of the atypical trailer mom that you'd see in many many porn videos.

Her size imposing over you as you stood only out of reaction only to meet a deep hunger in those eyes of hers as she approached you. With no introduction, her opposable paws would latch onto your jacket and tear at the zipper. Exposing your plain sports bra that you tossed on for this "quick" session, your own paws would slide under the hem of her oversized shirt to fondle her bare breasts; from your guess, twin hefty D cups that were blessed with kids and gravity. Her hunger was apparent as she grew closer and pressed against form, your bodies juxtaposing with your lean stick body against her large pudgy one. Her paws hungrily slid down across your orange and cream belly, reaching their goal by curling around the rim of your sweatpants and jockstrap. With a forceful tug, your tool would flop unceremoniously for the motherly marsupial; the hefty thing lay mildly flaccid and throbbing idly against your exposed thighs, its appearance matched that of a stud on the field as did the twin apples behind it. With a lack of sheath, the whole rod laid bare free for the mother to cup and fondle to her heart's content. The air would soon be filled with deep breaths and slight hums of admiration from the opossum as those skillful paws pumped at your shaft with an underhand cup shape. Her body grew warmer against your fur as you pleasantly filled out in her demanding paws, suddenly feeling the whiskers of hers brush up against your shoulder and neck; her lips pressing right on the nape of your neck. The soft pecks and nips she lay mimicking those a mother would her own children, a shame you couldn't return the same favor due to your mask; however, in exchange, your own paws would squeeze and fondle her breasts. Your paws would grip and pinch at the tender softness that blessed her, while in turn her paws would heavily pump at your growing member. Your tool would throb in her experienced paws giving you deep pumps from base to tip, the strokes getting to a point that your hips were pumping along with hers in a fake attempt to breed her paws. Your sneaky paws moved toward those sizable nips, giving the tips of each a twist and affectionate tug to tease the large mother that rewarded you with a few gasps and quaking pants. Your emotions grew bolder as one greedy paw would leave her plump muffin with a firm tug, leaving the nip budding for more pleasure. Sliding affectionately down her pudgy belly, you'd give her lovely muffin top a squeeze here and there, before reaching the hem of her stretchy pajama pants. Being so close left the two of you with barely any wiggle room, yet it was enough for your paw to slide into her clinging panties. Your fingers dive past her cleft and slide directly into her warm lips, your own personal experience shining as your two fingers run along her plump labia. Getting a genuine reaction from her, as your ears picked up a hitched gasp. Her legs spread slightly to offer your fingers any space at all, while your fingertips would feel her lower lips grow warmer as you'd stroke her raised clit in small circles. Her own motions would not falter, only growing in vigor as your shaft grew fatter in her skilled paws; getting wetter as well with your tip dripping pre into her wrist strokes. Not wanting to disappoint, your middle finger would curl and tease at her entrance, barely dipping its theoretical toe into her chubby cleft. Pushing past her dormant channel, feeling the sweltering heat and dew that grew in your exploring hand. Your other paw still on her bud would keep twisting and pinching. Both your paws work in tandem to tease her tender spots, wanting to match the strokes on your lengthy tool. Those tender moments were cut short when you felt her grip tighten with a breathy moan as she would graciously dip into a knelt position. Your hands were left mid pinch, and covered in a warm string of her dewy musk. You'd notice her make quick work for a woman of her size; with her hands working the rest of your strap and sweats off your legs. Her top quickly came off to expose her now prominent nips that adorn her perfect breasts.

Your tool would jut out a full foot in front of your lithe hips, giving her plenty of room to work with as her lips would curl and give a kiss right on the tip of your mismatched shaft, while her paw would grip at the base to steady your impressive size. You could feel a small shiver run up your spine as that tongue of hers flicked and toyed the inside of your sizable urethra; a rare sensation that caused your hefty pendulums to tense in reaction. You'd observe her maw open some while those lips began to make out with your girthy tip, with her eyes closing as she slurped up the first inches. Your mask began to feel more like a burden as your body felt a warmth spread across your face, your breathing attempting to ease yourself as the motherly marsupial sampled your taste and size. Her hands slid from your plain creamy belly to your plush thighs, acting as a brace as your tool prodded the entrance of her throat as she reached your medial ring. You heard a light gag escape her proving your size was a challenge regardless, however, you noticed her brow furrowed in determination. Most of your dates would stop halfway and end up just jerking you off to completion or giving an alternative. Yet, her desire was made clear when she first messaged you, "I'll make it fit" were her words. When you first read those words they left your heart racing at the mere thought of finally having someone take your entire length. Yet, finally being in front of her, you would still feel your own heartbeat pound as the mother's tongue flicked and frenched with your tip. A deep scratch tickled your shaft as you felt the light suction from her maw move back and forth in swift motions, in between light gags and moans. Suddenly you'd feel your tip bump against the curve of her throat and past her uvula, and with a quick gulp, your tip would slip right in with enough pressure to make your legs buckle. Both of your hands would shoot onto the side of her head locking right below her fuzzy ears, you felt your prostate surge deep in your gut with your sack clenching aggressively out of pleasure. Through half lidded eyes you'd catch the mother's watery eyes in her attempt to take a majority of your length. When attempting to reel back, you felt both her hands grip at your rump locking you in her hold. Your hands would suddenly follow her head as her maw was stretched out to fit your entire length in one smooth motion; she had just forced the entire length down her throat. Albeit with a deep gag from her, you were left with a chubby mom pressed against your crotch; something you'd only dream of happening with other partners. With a barely audible squelch, you'd feel her tongue barely lash out at the base of your shaft and sack. Your whole length was being squeezed by that tight throat, with her deep breaths being felt on both your fuzzy crotch and choking rod. With a slow pull from both of you, your whole shaft was left gleaming in her spittle as she retreated to your tip. Wanting to let her at least catch her breath, she unexpectedly went for another deep dive into your cock, this time with ease and a combined push on your rump. You were left shocked, yet your shaft felt harder than before; her experience left you breathless as your hips pumped back to join her footlong dive.

Every few journeys you'd leave her gagging and teary eyed, compared to your end your shaft would throb and pump a few drops of your dew onto her crushed tongue and throat. You couldn't help but to groan out and moan as the sensation began to take a toll on you and your calm exterior, you were usually silent during these hookups. However, this would be considered an exception. Her grip would relentlessly squeeze at your cheeks with each foot long pump that you fed her, those nails scratching in one particular dive when her noises grew into a combination of wet gulps and slurps while you added the symphony with deep moans and pants. Your hefty sack would violently lurch in a couple of her gag filled deepthroats, feeling as if your gut had been punched with each lurch. After a while of matting her face, the marsupial would pop off your shaft with a gasp and pant against your tip; her eyes were dipped in tears and arousal. Her lips bathed your coated and drenched shaft in affectionate kisses and suckles, pressing right underneath the weighted beast in a show of submission. Your shaft would overshadow a majority of her visage, even with shaky knees your tripod was as hard as you had ever been. The amount of blood leaving your head was made apparent from the wave of lightheadedness hitting you like a brick. However, wanting to indulge in the situation; you'd grip at your medial ring to slap your rod against the hungry opossum, smearing her face in the mix of your pre and her saliva. God this felt good. And your eyes said everything she needed to know as she stared you down, basking in your hungry overindulgence.

You'd observe her stand with the same ease as she had while kneeling. With one paw gripping around the base of your forearm length shaft and the other pulling on the hem of her pajama pants and soaked panties, she'd effectively guide you dick first onto the bed with her and right on top of her. Her weight impacted both your shaft and the bed, even her pudgy belly would jiggle to smear your shaft to and fro like a paintbrush. With her legs spread enough that you felt her soaked lower lips 'kiss' your apple sack. Staring down you had an easy visual of how much she would be filled by. It left you in awe that she would be willing to be filled to that point, and deep inside you wanted to see if you would indeed fit. Your hips would move in preparation as you reeled back to feel her fuzzy belly tickle across the underside of your shaft. Her flower was aged to perfection, the outer lips were as pudgy as you felt they were with her glistening dew greeting you in the low light of the room. With some assistance with your hand, you'd grip your battering ram and press against her petals. Prodding just enough to feel some pressure, her lubricated lips welcomed your soaked tip with an equal eagerness that matched her maternal body. Both of you gasped as your tip slipped into her entrance, her insides squeezing with enough affection to make your heart flutter. Your hands found support right under her arms, next to her saggy chest. Then your shaft would slip more inches in, leaving the mother groaning out for more. A firm roadblock would greet you as you met the limit of her unused flower, you were barely halfway in. Your hips had other plans as they would reel back and seesaw slowly into her once more to ease more of your rod in. Your heart hammering at your chest as you felt your medial ring pop in and out of her with ease, the wetness of her flower coating your rod with plenty of dew. You grew hotter with the amount of exertion that your body was being put through, your breathing having issues with the mask as each pump into her made you moan making your mask cling to your lips. The mother's sneaky hands would slide up your arms with each thrust into her, reaching your clinging sports bar and finding purchase in teasing at your growing tender buds. Each tweak would make your skin burn with warmth, being extra sensitive thanks to your dosage being larger. Your hips would continue with shallow thrusts to not hurt her flower, yet each thrust left you yearning for a deeper dive. Her teasing hands would considerably increase their assault on your budding chest, leaving you flush with arousal as her groans would stick to your ear like honey, even her flower would join the lewd slick sound with each suckling thrust. You would feel a deep twisting in your guts as a pump of clear pre would travel a long distance to coat her insides; a teaser of your building seed and overproduction. The warm splash would surprise her as you felt her hands roughly grip your buds, causing you to yelp out and involuntarily press your hips roughly into her. In reaction feel her insides intensely grip more of your inches; making her wince and groan at your tool; even making a loud remark at its size. Your arms began losing footing on the bed as your face planted right between her warm furry breasts. You'd get your hips speeding up in deep strokes due to the added leverage your body had, your hefty nuts finally slapping against the brick wall that was her massive rump. Finally pushing more inches of your shaft into her taut flower, yet your mind didn't fully register it as your brain was doing its best to keep up with your shaft's size. Her arms would wrap around your shoulders, affectionately smothering you into her chubby pillows. Her moans grew more forceful and higher with each pump that you gave her. Her stout legs would lift against the bed and stretch out to offer you enough space to pump away at her roughed up petals. Your own moans would escape you as you knocked at her limit each time you bottomed out into her, your tip roughly kissing her ridge with every thrust. While your vision was obstructed by her chest, you could imagine the face that she was making due to the way she shook with each pump. Your voice hitched up as you gave into her embrace, your own arms gripping at as much of the mom as you could. It was heart wrenching that you were giving in to your friend's mother no less, and you loved every second of it. Would this be your life from now on; being a side piece for your friend's mom, stuffing her whenever she texted you to come over after your friend left for college? It might as well be if her grip across your entire shaft was any indication, but was she getting tighter? Why were you slowing down?

Through your entire internal monologue, you ignored the sounds that were coming from the large marsupial. The rolling moans, and curses that were echoing through the room, and the nails that were clinging to your back. The sudden hitching and chitter that she made with every inch that you slide into her with the additional plaps and squelch that matched up with her own. You felt her entire body violently clench and pump her hips against your shaft, letting out a quaking moan that rattled even you to your core; that flower would turn into a vice that tensed at your rod in rolling waves. Suddenly you felt a warm splash soak your crotch fluff and fuzzy sack, her hips pumping in a slow shaking pattern against your hips. Her moans died down into an adorable whimper, a sound you'd rarely ever hear from your previous partners. Your hips would suddenly bump her own; your whole shaft was inside. She kept her promise to you, she made it fit. And your rod would calm down slightly, giving you enough energy for a last round. With the passive mother still suffering the minor aftershocks of her orgasm, you'd pull yourself off her grip, and get into a deeper position that you'd see only in XHub that you wanted to try. With some dreamy giggles from her, and heavy lifting on your part. You were able to slide your thighs against her legs and hop onto the bed with her. Wiggling your tool to slide between her slightly gaped petals, and then sliding the tip back into her with, albeit, some awkward angled humps. Your hands move to firmly grip her heels while your hips would work to bounce against her upturned rose. The extra depth was immediately felt by you as your whole shaft would greet her now deeper limit with each press, along with your sack meeting her ass with a decent clap. Given the size dynamic between you two, your POV of leaving a mother a babbling mess left you fluttering in your heart and churning in your shaft. The list-ridden opossum would fondle and paw at your chest and nips as a lazy cat would a toy, sliding to rest at the base of your hips to uselessly guide you. Soon your hips began to press and bounce onto her stretched flower, pounding at her with your battering rod. Each deep dive felt divine to your shaft, from the tightening walls of her quaking insides to the wet sloppy sounds every time your hips met. Being this hung made you feel every curve and bump that pleasured your whole shaft, ultimately feeling endless to you as every hump grew deeper. Your arms grew weak as they shifted to firmly press on the mattress, moving to fully relying on your pumping hips to keep her spread out. Your inner guts moving and twisting as your overproductive sack began to churn and pulse signaling your crawling climax. Your lungs were burning as each pound into her felt like a workout on your lithe frame, each hip bump closing the gap between your shaft and her stretched flowers. All the groaning and whining from your intense workout made her coo out as your limit crept closer, almost as if she were egging you on. With each pump, you would force a weak gasp out of the opossum, and your own voice would hitch with every full rod hilt; growing raspy as your whole body was suddenly wrecked by your orgasm. Your body hilting and grinding into the squealing mother as your overactive prostate would pump and surge, shaking your whole body through the violent orgasm; even while on E this was more intense than you're typical ones. Your voice pitching up as you let out multiple gasps and feminine whines that echoed through the room, your sack hitching up with each pump that worked its way into the thoroughly ravaged stem of her flower. Your arms grasping at the bed as you felt each heavy rope escape your tender frame, juxtaposed by your monstrous shaft rhythmically surging wide with every pump. Even so far as to plead at the larger marsupial, your vision filled with stars as the squealing mother joined in your euphoric cries by whimpering and gasping in reaction to the amount that was rapidly filling up her aged womb. The opossum gripping her nails at your quivering and quaking body, able to pin you closer down to her motherly embrace as your shaft kept pumping more and more until loose ropes squelched out from her brim. While your form suffered through the aftershocks of the intense orgasm that rattle your form, your shaft would comfortably throb and empty out into the currently overstuffed mother. Your voice babbling some crude curses and murmurs, as your body grew sensitive from the long explosive climax. With your body pressed close to the mother, your lean chest met her own busty one along with the swell that your stomach pressed against. Suddenly you felt two claws curl on the undersides of the ear loops of your matted mask, you would have a clearer reaction if it weren't from losing yourself in the afterglow. Having your mask removed left your hidden identity clear for the bred opossum, all you heard would be a breath filled laugh, "I knew it."