Lakeside adventures (Patreon)

“You’re going to love it honey.” That was the third time Oliver’s stepmother said that. He really didn’t want to spend his holiday break away from his friends and, more importantly, his gaming system. She’d forced him, one of those ‘if you’re going to live under my roof you’re going to do as I say’ things. She’d been insistent on spending the week long break in the mountains at some lake community house she’d bought with Oliver’s father before he died.

“You’ll only spend the entire week on that silly game thing anyway, spend some time with your poor aging stepmother, the sun, a beach, maybe some lovely ladies waiting to meet you…” she said with a wink and a giggle. Of course she didn’t understand, his guild had raids planned and he was the lead healer, who was gonna keep both of the tanks alive during boss or mob pulls? Oliver’s build was perfect, he’d spent long hours grinding for the best gear and min/maxing his build for consistency and burst healing when bosses used their big damage abilities during fights, he even had aoe healing for when the dps went too hard on a target. She just wouldn’t understand.

Oliver looked over to his mother for the shortest “OK Jan.” He could manage. Oliver’s stepmother, Jannette, was many things but poor and aging she absolutely wasn’t. The forty seven year old divorcee looked like a woman half that age with a body Oliver had only seen in porn. She was slim and athletic with tits a bit bigger than her head, the pair of perfect spheres had very little give and sat high on her chest, refusing to sag against gravity or time. Her wide hips lead to a fat peach shaped ass and thick firm legs. Her hips had a mesmerizing sway to them ass she walked from place to place. Long dark eyelashes and bee stung lips were highlights of her models face, her jet black hair was so long it fell to the small of her back. Her incredible form wrapped in a full body copper tan that was unbroken by tan lines, something she’d brag about often enough.

The woman just oozed sex, she was top shelf bimbo material, he had no illusions about it. Oliver himself was barely nineteen with the coloring of the whitest bread you can imagine. He was thin as a rail, barely any fat on his bones, barely any muscle as well. He was a pasty white stick figure of a boy with dark hair cut to his jawline that hid half his face. They couldn’t look any more different if they tried. It hadn't always been that way, Oliver’s stepmother started spending her weekends at this lake house in the mountains shortly after her husband, his father, died. She’d said she just needed time away to process things, Oliver didn’t even get a say, he needed to process his fathers death too.

Originally Jan was far more plain and far less curvaceous with b cup tits and a backside trying its best and failing to be a feminine ass. Then she started going up to this house in the mountain's. More and more she changed, filling out over the last year becoming the walking wet dream she was now.

She acted differently too, Oliver remembered her being the annoying wannabe helicopter parent, always over a shoulder and always worried about something. Now she was only too happy to let him and her own children experience the world alone, with all its dangers and pleasures. She almost seemed like she didn’t want to be bothered while she was off doing her own thing. It was both strange and liberating, Oliver could do whatever he wanted and as long as he didn’t get in too much trouble his stepmother never cared.

Oliver zoned out until they pulled into the development. The roadway angled up sharply and Oliver spied a blue and white sign. ‘Moaning Lake community.’ In large letters with a smaller ‘Residents only’ beneath it. He guessed renting a place here wasn’t allowed. The neighborhood was buried almost a full mile into the woods. Soon enough Oliver saw why it was so hidden. He spied a man and woman on the front porch, they were both naked, he was some sort of bodybuilder, all hard muscle, and she looked similar to Jan, inflated bimbo curves. The couple were fucking aggressively right out in the open, like they didn’t care if they were seen. Part of Oliver admitted if he looked like that he wouldn’t mind being watched.

The gravel driveway growled as they pulled in to house number 146. The house was nice enough, maroon in color, two floors and reasonably big, a wraparound porch and small back yard, it was the essential mountain get away, hidden between the trees. The back deck had a great view of the large lake the community sat on. Two blocks away Oliver spied a small sand beach and the lake, several hundred feet wide and double that across. At the near side he saw a land bridge with a paved road to allow access to the beach from the far side. He wondered how many homes were tucked in this place.

Inside he found the house spacious with an open floor plan and a balcony on the second floor overlooking the main living and dining areas. Large sliding doors opened to an expansive back deck and again there was that great view of the lake. “Make yourself comfortable sweetie. His stepmother called and headed upstairs to where Oliver assumed were the bedrooms.

Looking around the house he found two spare bedrooms, both spacious dominated by huge beds, one bedroom was covered in mirrors, the walls and ceiling, the other had a long plush couch sitting on the opposite wall facing the bed. If those weren’t enough to make him ask questions about the place the “art” on the walls was more the enough. Huge picture frames of muscular men and bimbo bodied women hung everywhere, everyone was naked and looked to be in the middle of one sex position of another. On closer inspection all of the women looked the same, they looked like Jan.

Upstairs Oliver found two equally large bedrooms, he assumed the one his stepmother was scurrying around in, unpacking her small suitcase, was the master bedroom so Olivier took the other, happy to find a large screen TV mounted to the wall with speakers not so cleverly hidden around the room, surround sound…nice.

He unpacked, careful to have his laptop and phone charger plugged in first. Getting on to the wi-if was next, his mother said the wi-fi name was ‘Openholes’ and ‘Don’tbotherasking ’ was the password. He had serious doubts but only truly cared that it worked and he got online.

Dinner was brief with Oliver asking about the house and community. “The people are great, the beach is a lot of fun all day, but some of it you just have to experience yourself honey.” Jan was delighted to share what she could tell him. He tried to ask about the house, particularly the sex pictures decorating almost every wall and why she featured in every one of them. He didn’t get the chance when someone forcefully knocked on the door. They shared a look.

“Open this door you greedy slut, my big cock is waiting!” A man with a deep voice bellowed. Jan squealed with delight and jumped out of her seat, making it three strides before she stopped and turned to her stepson.

“Just leave the dishes dear, I’m going to be occupied for a while. Don’t wait up.” With that she hurried to throw open the door and was met by a giant dark skinned mountain of a man. “Hey baby…” he heard her say as a massive muscled arm reached across the threshold and grabbed one fat cheek of her ass.

“You’re going to take every inch of my cock you worthless slut.” A voice said, it was deep and powerful, easily projecting across the house. Any response was lost between the loud smacking of lips and moans from Oliver’s stepmother. Oliver didn’t know a lot about this place, but he knew what was about to happen. He didn’t have an issue with Jan having sex, she was a grown woman, now a widow, she could do what she wanted with who she wanted. He was bothered by her doing so openly, ‘take it to a room’ he thought. A quick exit seemed best. Oliver stood and quickly cleared the table, leaving the dishes in the sink full of soapy water, for later. He slipped upstairs, doing his best to not look as the obscenely muscled dark skinned man pushed his stepmother into the house and seemed to envelope her with his giant powerful body.

In his room Oliver tried to read to take his mind off of what was going on, the loud gluck gluck glucking and the occasional thunderous slap coming from downstairs proved too distracting.

“Oh god, fuck me!”

“That’s it bitch, take it all.” Growled the big man.

“Oh yes! Fuck my ass baby, fuck me harder! Ahhhhhhhh! YESSSS!”

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“Christ Jan.” He grumbled. Oliver knew she had a boyfriend or two after his father died, he knew they stayed the night occasionally, she never yelled like that, she sounded like some slut from a porn fantasy, the screaming was too much for him. He tossed the book away and grabbed the TV remote, hoping a movie or show would drown out the loud aggressive sex coming from downstairs. He groaned as the screen lit up to porn, a blonde bimbo bouncing on guys a large dick in some gym. Next channel…this time it was a boss fucking his secretary, next channel…porn again. Certainly a local TV guide or On Demand menu would help… at this point Oliver wasn’t surprised to find it was all porn, even the local news casters were fucking on camera as they delivered their reports.

“What the fuck is this place!” He shouted mostly to himself, did he somehow cross into a pornified dimension where everyone was drop dead gorgeous and all they did was fuck? His head was spinning, partly from trying to understand what was going on, what he was seeing and hearing, and partly from a raging hardon he’d been trying to convince himself he didn’t have. Oliver needed air, he needed to be able to think without the soundtrack of his screaming stepmother fucking downstairs.

Oliver was down the steps in minutes, he didn’t even bother with a coat, he came down just in time to watch Jan’s mountain of muscle lover pull out and jerk himself as he came all over the front of his mothers naked sweaty body. This guy was HUGE, his dick had to be almost two feet long, and he just kept cumming! The black muscle stud released over a pint of hot thick jizz on Oliver’s writhing stepmother beneath him. Her eyes weren’t even looking at her stepson, she was focused completely on her giant lover, her eyes pleaded to him, begging for more of his hard sex. She got her wish, Oliver saw the big man flip her onto her stomach and slam his still hard cock all the way to the hilt in her plump ass. Oliver didn’t bother announcing he was taking a walk, he just left the house to the sounds of his stepmother screaming her lungs out as her big lover started thrusting again.

He had to walk three houses down before her screams were faint enough to ignore. Oliver shook his head, this place Jan said he’d love was sexual sensory overload. His hard dick was rubbing against his jeans, tiny by comparison to the big man in the house right now. Oliver had a dozens of questions, most of them he couldn’t reason out, this lakeside living community wasn’t particularly hidden, just a bit off the main roads, why wasn’t it public knowledge? As he walked Olivier became more and more aware of how warm it was, his baggy shirt and long jeans seemed like a good idea when he left the house, not so much now as he started sweating.

He must’ve passed a dozen houses, some dark and clearly not occupied at the moment, others were lit and each one sounded like loud porn style fucking. Curiosity got the better of him and he crept toward one, the sounds were louder at this house, clearer.

“Oh come on daddy, momma already had a turn.” A female voice whined.

“Just shut up and watch how a real slut takes this huge cock baby.” An older female said.

Oliver tried to stay in the grass, the soft ground hid the sounds of his approach. It was all coming from the back of the house, they must be outside on the back deck, slipping around the side he discovered the source. A muscle giant of a man with light tan skin and salt and pepper colored hair stood with his legs apart, his massive cock look shorter but thicker then Oliver’s mothers huge lover, kneeling in front of that inhumanly large appendage were two women, both blonde, one clearly older then her counterpart but it was hard to tell how much, they could be sisters, but didn’t the one say ‘mom’? Both women had the same bimbo bodied build with hourglass figures, huge asses, and tits bigger than their heads.

Oliver watched as the older woman threw herself into a loud sloppy blowjob, gagging on her lovers size and spitting globs of thick slobber along the girthy shaft only to slurp most of them up again as she bobbed along the impossibly huge cock, what she couldn’t suck back up fell all over her massive tits. What the fuck was this place? Leaning in Oliver slipped and his shoulder smacked into the side of the house with a thump. Shit! Oliver scrambled to regain his footing, he wasn’t quiet, and ran for it, he heard the man shouting and the thumping of heavy footfalls on the wooden deck.

If he hadn't been in such a hurry Oliver never would’ve tripped over his own feet. He landed hard and jumped back up, that delay was all the man needed. “Hey.” Oliver felt a heavy hand grab his shoulder and turn him around.

“I’m very sorry sir…” he stopped seeing the sheer size of the man he’d been watching, Oliver wasn’t short, he stood a little over six feet tall and was lean, this guy wasn’t much taller then he was but he still dwarfed Oliver with his muscular bulk. The man was still naked and rock hard, Oliver couldn’t help but stare at the impossible size of that thing.

“It’s ok son.” The man said calmly. “If you wanna watch just come right up. I don’t mind, my girlfriend and her daughter certainly won’t, in fact they love an audience.” Oliver tried to stay calm with what he was hearing this man say. Audience? Girlfriend and daughter?! What the fuck was going on here. It was obvious Oliver was completely lost as to what to say, the big man smiled and introduced himself. His name was Fred McNamara, he was the president of the community board for Moaning Lake. With his impressive observation skills he discovered Oliver was new here. He lit up finding out where Oliver was staying. “Oh you must be Jan’s son. Shes absolutely one of my favorites! I just love how she screams and she can really take one hell of pounding.” He said chuckling. “And if my girl is any judge, that woman can really eat a pussy.” He laughed loudly at Olivers lost and confused expression.

Mr. McNamara explained a few things for the first timer. This community was special, it changed you, turned you into some perfect super sexual version of yourself, everyone around here looked similar, the men all had huge muscular bodies and the women all had exaggerated bimbo forms, and everyone was horny all the time. “This may seem crazy.” It did. “It may sound like a porn fantasy.” It did. “It may not seem real to you.” It didn’t. “But look around, take in the community. Think about it.” Mr. McNamara invited Oliver to come hang out once he’d made sense of everything, fat chance of that. He also recommended a natural spring on the grounds of the community, just up the road and along a marked trail. “It’s a great spot to hide away for a few hours and have a good think.” He promised, also saying no one would go up there to intrude on Oliver’s thoughts.

Mr. McNamara, or Fred as he insisted on being called, invited Oliver to come watch him fuck his girlfriend and her daughter one last time, Oliver did his best to politely decline and left the naked, impossibly hung muscular stud to his evening. Oliver continued on his walk, spotting more occupied homes full of super sexual men and women in every stage of sex, some ripping clothes off each other, some well into the evenings hard rutting, others enjoying slow, almost soft, groping or oral sex from a lover, or multiple lovers. One specimen of overly muscular male had three bimbos kneeling as he was jerking off and came all over their faces and balloon tits. The man pulled and pulled at his dick and just kept cumming, long fat ropes. He didn’t stop until everyone had received a couple dozen blasts of thick sticky cream. Oliver was stunned, the man came that much and from what Oliver could see the guy was STILL hard!

With his head spinning trying to make sense of everything he’d seen, Oliver kept walking down the road and found that trail Mr. McNamara…Fred, told him about. The trail wasn’t as difficult as he’d feared and Oliver soon heard the sound of trickling water. A shallow creek ran down through the trees to the lake itself, the trail followed the creek upwards until he came upon a wide pool of crystal clear water coming from a shallow cave. The trees ringing the lake thinned to offer a clearing to see the sky. Staring up at the stars and thinking on everything he’d come across today seemed like a good idea. Oliver found a spot to sit and made himself comfortable.

He ran though the days events, the trip up here, his stepmothers behavior, her visitor who didn’t wait and just walked in to have sex with her, anywhere else it would seem like rape, he was sure… He took a minute and looked around…’that spring looks nice, maybe I should take a dip. What would a few minutes hurt?’ He thought, before Oliver knew it he’d stripped to the waist, his pale skin and boned form no thicker then one of the smaller tree trunks around him. He hesitated taking off his belt, he brought a swimsuit but that was at the house with his Jan and her friend, who were likely still having sex. He was in a wooded area and Fred said he wouldn’t be disturbed here tonight…, Oliver hooked his thumbs to his pants and boxers and shoved them down his scrawny legs.

Naked, Oliver was certifiably unimpressive. The stereotypical nerd dressed and undressed. His pasty white skin almost glowing in the dark of the woods as the sun set beyond the tree line. His embarrassingly narrow three inch soft cock was almost hidden behind the thick tuft of pubic hair, his B.B. sized balls barely registered. The water was warmer than he expected, comfortable, he could almost feel stress draining from his body as he slipped further and further into the water. When he was up to his shoulders he dunked himself completely. It was incredibly refreshing, he pulled up to the bank and just relaxed.

His mind filled with what he’d seen and heard today. This place was crazy…everyone here was crazy…it’s so nice though…everyone looks great…they seem so nice…everyone is so fucking hot…they fuck all the time…if I looked like that I would too.

Bit by bit he accepted what he’d seen, slowly it made some sort of crazy sense. Of course his stepmother fucked Fred, she was a slut and he had a huge fucking cock. If Oliver had a huge cock like that he’d fuck as many of these sluts as he could, he’d fuck his stepmoth… Oliver’s eyes snapped open. He’d relaxed too much, he started to fall asleep.

He dreamt he was one of those super buff guys with a massive cock, pounding away at the holes of some busty bimbo. Her face hidden in this vision, always looking away or buried in a pillow as he cored her out. His lover screaming her head off because she couldn’t stop cumming from how good his huge cock felt. He ignored her screams and kept thrusting for all he was worth. Body sweating, breaking whatever furniture they were using with the power of his thrusts. In the pool, Oliver’s hand drifted to his painfully hard fearsome four inch dick. His little dream started mixing with his sense of reality.

Every thrust of his huge cock felt so real, his hand stroked over inches five, six, and seven. He came hard painting everything around him in a solid thick sheet of white cum, his fingers glided along inches ten and eleven. He came hard and stayed hard as his lover begged for more, his hand finally brushed the head of his cock, sitting patiently at inch fourteen. He spun his lover around onto her belly and turned them to face a huge mirror. She was still looking into a huge cushion when he slammed his monster cock deep into her ass and hammered her depths with full shafted strokes. Her screams of pleasure filled his ears, his hand couldn’t enclose around his thickness anymore. It felt like he was fucking this mystery slut for hours. Harder and faster he thrust, harder and faster his hand moved beneath the water.

He was getting close to another huge orgasm. “Fuck me baby! Fill my whore ass!” He heard his lover say.

“Look at me when I cum in your ass you stupid slut.” He growled and yanked her head up and back hard. He saw her face in he mirror. His lovers face was screwed up in pleasure, eyes shut and mouth agape, her screams were desperate and animalistic. Oliver was staring at the face of his stepmother, she opened her eyes mid orgasmic scream. When he saw the lust in her eyes he came hard. Oliver jolted awake, his hand froze mid stroke, this palm was squeezing the girthy mass of his grown shaft as it spasmed again and again. Jets of thick white cream shooting out through the pool about a foot from him.

“Holy shit.” He half yelled in surprise and half groaned with the intense pleasure of his orgasm. Mind overwhelmed with what was going on Oliver jerked himself through the orgasm. Growling and groaning away with each heavy cannon shot of cum he released into the pool. Over two dozen mighty blasts later he was breathing hard, body buzzing from the feeling, his dick…no, this wasn’t his…was it? It was huge and his was attached to him, he felt every powerful inch of its flesh, it was his! This huge cock belonged to him. How did this happen?

Getting over the post orgasmic feeling his mind cleared and he realized the other changes. His body felt heavier, bigger, thicker, harder, he had muscles, he had abs, Oliver never had and before. His arms and legs were thicker, bulkier. He started flexing like a kid in a mirror, checking his body out, it was his body wasn’t it? What the hell happened?