Baron LeSade
Erotica
Peering out the porthole, Preston spied a tiny, purplish orb floating in the dark sky ahead of the silver prow of the ship. The little purple globe was slowly growing larger as the ship silently sped through the darkness surrounding it. It must be Erotica, Preston told himself as he watched the small, purple ball slowly revolving. Erotica was the first planet they were supposed to encounter on their way to Thrillica. They were supposed to overnight on Erotica and then continue on to Thrillica the next day. Once on Thrillica, they were going to spend three days there in the universe’s biggest adult theme park. The trip was his gift from his father for his eighteenth birthday which had passed a couple of weeks ago. He was with his step-mother, Gwen. His father, Clarence was going to join them on Thrillica day after tomorrow after he finished up a business deal he was working on.
While the big ship drew closer and closer to the planet, Preston heard a quiet murmur spread out from the passengers as he felt the first tug of gravity clutch at his body. Although the pull was gentle at first, it grew stronger and began to settle him back down against his seat. During the trip, the seat belt had been the only thing holding him in his seat and now he could see the other passengers slowly settling back down into their seats.
“I think I see Erotica,” Preston said, turning in his seat and looking over at his step-mother, Gwen.
“I can feel it,” she laughed, brushing her hand across her massive bosom as it gradually settled, sagging back down against her chest. “They’re getting heavy again…”
“I’ll bet…” he grinned, glancing down at the swell of her mountainous breasts.
“Felt kind of nice, didn’t it girls…” she snickered, cupping her breasts through her blouse, moving them round and trying to properly resettle them back down in the giant brassiere that restrained them. As she did, Preston blushed and quickly looked away.
“Jeez, Mom,” he complained while the blush reddening his cheeks grew brighter and brighter as he looked back out through the porthole once again.
“Can’t help it, just trying to get them back where they belong,” she snickered.
The size and volume of his step-mother’s breasts never ceased to amaze Preston. Their voluminous size turned heads every time she walked into a room. Although he had never seen them in their entire naked splendor, it wasn’t because he hadn’t tried. And the way his mother treated them was scandalous. And sometimes it was downright embarrassing. She was forever cupping them, repositioning them, asking them if that felt better. It was like they were her kids, the way she was always poking, prodding and fooling with them, Preston thought as the ship drew nearer to the planet and the pull of gravity became stronger and stronger.
Wonder how much they weigh, he wondered, glancing back over at them as they drooped lower and lower on his step-mother’s chest? Ten, fifteen pounds apiece, at least, I bet. The way she was always fooling around with them, she probably wouldn’t even notice if he reached over and lifted one up to see for himself, he sickly thought.
Looking back out the porthole, Preston let his mind wander over the trip. His father, Clarence had married Gwen about ten years ago a couple of years after his real mother had died in the car accident. His father owned his own construction firm and had amassed quite a tidy sum of money allowing Gwen to be a stay home house wife and gave the plenty of opportunity to travel to all sorts of exotic destinations, when he had the time. Some of the time though, it was just Preston and his mom. They had the time and the finances to do just about anything they wanted. So they did. Hence the trip to Thrillica.
Glancing back over at his step-mother, he saw that she was still poking and prodding at her mammoth tits as they drooped lower and lower on her chest.
Preston had always thought that his relationship with his step-mother was an odd one. Since Clarence was busy all the time, they spent a lot of time together and had really grown close over the years. So close, she almost seemed more like his big sister than his mom.
His step-mother was an odd bird and hard to figure out sometimes, but he knew that she was overly proud of her amazing body. For that reason, Preston assumed that she would never have consented to anything that would disfigure it. Even something as temporary as a pregnancy! So consequently, he was an only child and it certainly looked like it was going to remain that way.
His step-mother was a very young, very attractive thirty-six-year old. Clarence had spoiled his new wife and in some ways, his step-mother seemed almost as spoiled, childish and immature as he was himself. Sometimes it almost felt like she was his older sister or just an acquaintance instead of his step-mother. She, too, had come from a wealthy family and had gotten her way all the time. And when she married Clarence, he treated her like the spoiled brat she was, giving her everything she wanted and giving in to her every wish.
Looking back over at her, Preston studied her as she sat flipping through one of the complimentary magazines furnished by the space line. Her long, auburn hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her sultry face, setting off the green of her big, sexy eyes. Her lips, full and pouty, were painted with soft pink lip gloss making them glisten wetly in the bright glare of the reading lamp. As he slowly ran his eyes down over her blouse and the mountainous thrust of her breasts, he saw that the upper portion of her hour-glass figure was grossly out of proportion with the rest of her body. Her tiny, almost wasp-like waist just accentuated her breasts and made them seem even larger than they already were, if that were possible. When he was finally able to tear his eyes away from her enormous rack, he swept them down her legs. Long, statuesque creations that arched and curved down out from under her short skirt, tapering down to her tiny feet that were encased in a pair of five-hundred dollar, four inch high, jewel- encrusted high heeled pumps.
What a body, Preston sickly thought. If she wasn’t my mother, I’d be hitting on her, that’s for sure. Then his eyes paused down at the V of her flat belly as it hid under her short skirt. What would “IT” look like, he giddily wondered? Was it shaved… or au natural? Shaved, he guessed, as she ran around in a bikini most of the time to show off her wondrous tits and gorgeous body.
Preston was not immune to his mother’s good looks and had always had a difficult time thinking of her as his mother. On more than a few occasions, he had wondered what she would be like in bed. Would she just lay there and take it, or would she turn into a wild cat, he loathsomely wondered? Most of the time, he just looked on her as another woman. But not just any other woman, though. She was a beautiful, hot, sexy woman that he would love to…
There was a faint fragrance of jasmine hanging in Erotica’s muggy air as they strolled down the gangplank. And the humid air had a wispy, pinkish-purple cast to it.
Erotica! The name of the planet certainly fit the place, he woozily thought. Bizarrely, the pinkish cast gave everything a soft, sensual appearance. Even down to the statues that were enough to make a grown man blush. It seemed evident why the planet was called Erotica as he ran his eyes over the statues of men and women in various stages of undress that circled the courtyard in front of them. This was no place to take your mother, that was for sure, he embarrassingly thought, studying one of the many statues.
“My, my…” Gwen murmured, running her eyes over one of the statues of a man chasing a young maiden. The couple in the sculpture were both naked. And the extremely well endowed man was in a heightened state of arousal which was plainly obvious as his endowment jutted out in front of him stiff and fully erect.
Just then the group was greeted by an older, rotund gentleman with a striking black handlebar mustache. Greeting each guest, he slowly worked his way down to where Preston and his step-mother stood waiting.
“Buenas Tardes, Senor, Senora Adkins,” Preston heard the man say as the man stepped up in front of his mother and appreciably ran his eyes down over her voluptuous figure. “I am Eduardo, and it is my honor and privilege to welcome you to Erotica…”
Then, with a flourish and a bow, he held out the room card to Gwen.
“Here is your key. Room six-sixty-nine. If there is anything… anything at all, I can do for you… don’t hesitate to call on me,” he told her, leeringly running his eyes back down her body once again as he twisted the tips of his looped mustache. “And may the gods of Erotica be kind to you and grant you your every wish.”
Then as he stood back up, he looked over at Preston and gave him an obvious, suggestive wink.
“Uh, my, my son, my step-son and I are just here to spend the night,” Preston heard his mother stammer as he saw her rouged cheeks blush even darker. “We’re going to, to Thrillica…”
