Loading...This is another Chapter of Carol’s Series.
I’m an “amateur” writer and, in addition, English is not my mother tongue.
To write a single Chapter requires a big effort, from me: long time and language’s difficulties.
Therefore, let me ask, please, to judge my writing on the basis of its “contents” (if you like it or not) and not from an aesthetic or “formal” point of view.
Please, read my “Note” at the end of the Story.
All the characters are over eighteen years old.
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On the way to the backyard, John stopped in front of a large mirror.
“Watch, lil one!” he said to Carol, gently fondling one of her meaty boobs with the palm of his right hand. “You’re my girlfriend, now!”
The young, huge stud was looking with satisfaction at the sight the mirror was reflecting. He was carrying in the crook of one arm, in front of Scott, her son, a busty, middle aged, tiny mom. The woman and her boy had an expression of submission in their eyes; both of them were totally naked.
John smiled sadistically. He had reached his target: mom and son were under his full control, he could use them in any way he wanted, to fulfil his perverted fantasies.
“Mom’s got some super titties, boy!” he exclaimed, bouncing the tit in his hand.
“Yeah. . . really nice.” Scott said in a soft voice.
“Heavy, round and fleshy.” The hand continued to rub the silky skin.
“Ohhhhhh. . .” Carol moaned, her head nestled on the big shoulder of her captor; she clearly enjoyed the treat he was giving her.
“You want son’s cock, don’t you, lil one? In your holes: ass and pussy!” The young stud had no mercy for his mature prey.
“Yeah. . . yeah. . . I’ll do what you want!” she whispered in a cute tone.
“‘Cause you are my child and you obey your big daddy, don’t you?” He was commanding, now.
“Yes, daddy, yes, I’m your child, your little. . . ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy. . .” she couldn’t continue: her nipple had been captured and fingered, swelling up like a small cock.
“See, boy? Mom likes it!”
Then he stopped playing with the woman’s ripe left tit and palmed the boy’s penis: a good eight inches prick, when fully erect, which easily disappeared in the huge hand.
“Nice tool, buddy! Mommy loves it!”
He manipulated the young dick for a couple of minutes, running his thumb back and forth over the bulbous head, to demonstrate his dominance.
“Thick and long! Ready to sink into mommy’s hot flesh! The lovely bimbo served by her son!” John enjoyed the boy’s pulsating member in his own hand and the intense, excited gaze in Scott’s eyes, at his words.
“Yeah. . . yeah. . . I want mom. . . to fuck her. . .” He was turned on by the lascivious caresses over his cock and by the sight of mom’s busty, white body, all embraced, up in the air, into the engulfing arms of the giant stud.
“Tonight, boy, tonight this chick will be yours. She will get the threesome of her life!” John grinned. “I’ll share my little child with you!”
Then he moved again his hand to Carol’s small, quivering body and swung her around, cradling the beautiful mother into his massive arms, like a weightless doll.
One of her round-shaped melons was swaying, just before his lips; he plunged his head into her mammaries and took a good portion of one breast in his mouth, licking and sucking noisily. Carol moaned and squealed, like a little girl: her legs frantically kicked out in the air.
Scott contemplated the couple. He thought in his mind: “This freak of nature has always his hands and mouth over mom’s boobs.”
When the young giant raised his lips from her chest, Carol’s right breast was all wet and glistening.
“Did you see, boy?” John said. “That’s the way to treat the hot moms, especially when they’ve got bazooms like these ones! Don’t forget it!” And to the woman: “Am I right, baby? You love my tongue on your puppies, don’t you?”
“You . . . ” Another sucking kiss on her engorged nipple made her jolting. “Why did you do. . . always my. . . ohhhhhh. . . my tits?”
“‘Cause these sweet melons are mine, child!” he exclaimed. “These twins are mine! All made for fun!”
He was rocking and bouncing her naked, small frame in his huge arms, as though he was cuddling a ten years old girl and not a hot milf in her fifties, wife and mother of two.
“Now we go!” he finally exclaimed, walking to the poolside. Scott was one step back.
When they reached the backyard, John stopped in front of Tom and Nick, who were sitting, still naked, in their deck-chairs.
“Hey, boys! Look what a lovely little fuck bag I’ve found in the house!!” he loudly said to his companions, showing Carol off. The petite lady was stil held up in his muscled arms like an infant.
“Wooooow. . .!!! The hottie you carry!! Clean and fresh like a baby! I just need a good squeeze of some white flesh!!” Nick echoed.
“Can we play with her?” Tom added, as his friend stood up, holding out his hands, to remove Carol’s body from John’s embrace.
“Okay, fellas, but be careful, you fucking perverts! No hickeys! She’s my little cute bimbo! I don’t want her back, all bruised and battered!” The giant guy warned them.
“Come to me, doll! Ahhhhhhh. . . let me feel you up, lil one!!” Nick grinned lasciviously, grasping the woman and swooping her, with avidity, into his powerful arms. Her pale skin and her diminutive body erotically contrasted with his dark, huge frame. The middle aged, big titted lady was in total possession of a new young brute, whose enormous manhood was threateningly swaying and hardening on his hairy crotch.
“The yummy mommy’s all soft!” the guy exclaimed. “I love this yummy mommy! Light and fleshy!!” Nick easily bounced Carol in his arms, throwing her body up and down in the air for a couple of times, just in front of her son, before carrying her around the patio, firmly held up over his head, to make sure that everybody had a close look at her.
The woman, who in her previous love affairs had been always a tease, had become, now, only a little plaything in the hands of a group of escaped convicts, who had repeatedly, thoroughly fucked and abused her in any possible way, till the slut inside her had been freed.
She was helplessly held in the strong arms of a rough young man, who used her like an object of pleasure. His left hand, around her upper body, had captured an entire tit in his grasping fingers: the large palm squeezed mercilessly the round globe, making her moan in pain.
“My pet!! The pet of the house! Tell us that you are a pet, babe!” he shouted.
His imperious tone didn’t give her other chance than to obey.
And she obeyed. “Yes. . . yes. . I’m a pet. . . okay, okay!” she murmured.
“Louder. . . louder, little chick!” he insisted. “Let your son know that his mom is the pet of the house!” His hand gave a harder squeeze to her mauled tit.
Again Carol complied. “Ohhhhh. . yes. . . I’m the pet of the house. . . your pet, your pet. . . ohhhh!!”
“Repeat with me, lil one! Repeat these words: I’m a fucking hot slave! Everybody here has to hear from you that you’re my fucking hot slave. Say that, mistress Blum, say that!!” Nick ordered.
“Yes. . . yes. . I’m your. . . fucking. . . hot. . . slave. . . Okay, sir, okay?” She stared at the dominant stud, with an imploring look in her eyes.
“Did you hear your mom, boy?” Nick asked Scott. “What did she say?”
“A slave. . . your hot fucking slave!” The boy obediently repeated.
“Wanna check some young manflesh, lady?” he asked. And without waiting for her answer, he lowered the woman, still holding her in his arms, till his dick touched her naked back. Then, easily as though she was a weightless package, he started moving her petite frame back and forth, rubbing her body against his thick cockhead.
“Here’s the way you deserve it, bitch!”
Uncared of her struggles, he laughed sonorously, clearly enjoying the contact with the satin smoothness of her skin.
Carol, who was well aware of the concupiscent gaze of her son, implored her captor to stop. Her aching boob was still pressed into the black hand.
“Oh, god! ohhhhhh. . . please, Nick. . . stop. . .don’t. . . aaaahhhhhhh!”
The tip of his member was brushing its way over the velvety soft slope of her hips, the well shaped roundness of her tight ass cheeks, the crack of her anus; it peaked out from the junction of her thighs, caressing in a slow motion the pink folds of her sweet, hairless pussy: so fragrant, so delicious, so clean, after the long bath her son had given her.
“Little slut! I’d keep you impaled on my dong all night long!” Nick exclaimed.
“And these mams in my mouth, for a good taste!” he added, tightening the grip of his fingers around the white alabaster flesh of her manipulated boob, till a little cry came out of her throat.
“Don’t fuck her!” The commanding voice of John suddenly resounded. Nick turned back his head. “Don’t fuck her!” John repeated. “I want her all clean for our dinner. Don’t make her dirty! Don’t spray her with your filthy cum!”
“What’s the hell, pal!” Nick replied. His gaze was angry. “This sweety is writhing in my hands and I can’t have her pussy?”
“Be patient, buddy! She’s all fresh of soap and smells so good, from the bath her boy gave her! Dont’t spoil the little mommy! Save her for dinner!” John explained.
“Dinner? What d’you mean?” The black guy interrogatively looked at his companion.
“Yes, Nick!! Dinner!! Don’t you like to be served by a nice waitress, with a pair of perfumed white tender boobs swaying before your hungry mouth, while you sit at the table?” The big stud smiled maliciously.
“Ahhhhhhh. . . the fucking bastard! A little piece of hot older chick for dinner! John, you’re great!” Nick said with enthusiasm. The idea his friend had suggested was terrific: a rich, mature milf walking naked, or half naked, around the table, as four young men ate and drank! And one of the men was her own son.
In a quick movement, he wrapped his strong fingers, like tentacles, around her hips and easily lifted the lovely brunette up, in vertical position, her chest facing him, her beautiful erect nipples at his mouth level.
“Did you hear your daddy, mistress Blum?” he asked loudly.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“You are at my service, lady!” And without awaiting for her reply, he kissed her exposed tits: first one, then the other, before giving a good lick to the rosy, large areolae.
“Take the lil one out of his hands, Tom,” John exclaimed in anxiety “before this animal devours her!” He well knew his companions: Nick was a kind of wild savage who couldn’t restrain his brutish instincts, when sexually aroused, whilst Tom had a more gentle side.
Carol felt another pair of black hands around her body, as a new voice was blowing in her ears: “Here, baby, let me carry you away from this brute!” Tom had no trouble to scoop the little woman into his arms, relishing her generous curves and her sweet scent.
“Okay, buddy,” he asked John. “I get the girl. What else?”
“Carry her inside and look for some nice outfit. She loves showing off to her boyfriends, when she cuckholds her pimp hubby. Tonight she will be our sexy maid!” The big stud winked at Scott. “Dude, tonight we’re feasting on mom’s hot flesh. A bimbo mommy’s party, like you’ve never seen!”
The boy felt his cock stiffening, at these crude words; and more he was turned on by mom’s girlish-like squeals and giggles, as the black Tom walked to the house, carrying cradling her with no effort. When he crossed the entrance door, his mouth was dangerously approaching the long pink nipple at the top of one heavy, swaying tit meat. Few seconds later, a high feminine shriek was clearly heard from inside the apartment.
“He has reached his target,” Scott thought, and his dick throbbed with excitement.
It was evening now. Nick left to his room; John entered the cabin, picked up the small piece of cloth he had found in the drawer(see previous Chapter 4), put it in his pocket, then went to the living room. Scott followed him.
Few minutes later, they were sitting on a large couch, watching television.
When they heard Tom’s hearty laugh and Carol’s yells, the boy gave a start.
“Don’t worry, dude,” the big stud exclaimed. “My friend well knows how to play the little chick, without injuring her. He loves the older babes!”
Finally Tom arrived. Carol was still into his arms, but now she wasn’t nude.
“Put the child down here!” John said. “Let me give a look at the garment!”
Tom approached him and gently lowered the beautiful lady, depositing her onto the couch in standing position, between the open thighs of the big stud, who welcomed the appetizing housewife, circling her narrow waist with his huge palms.
Scott watched in amazement: John, whose lips were visibly watering, was preparing mom for another body’s manipulation. She was so delicious in her new lingerie!
Carol was wearing a sleeveless, light green, satin, near transparent camisole, held up by two thin spaghetti straps, which barely covered the jutting curves of her abundant melons; the lower edge was cut-off just at the bottom of her breast flesh. The rosy circles of her large areolae, capped by pink nipples, were clearly revealed. A loose fitting skirt, kind of hawaiian type, falling in length between her belly button and upper thighs, matched with the top garment. Her hairless genitals were hidden by a pair of g-string panties which completed the nightgown set.
In a rough motion, John slid one hand inside the upper garment and grabbed one tit.
“My god,” the woman thought. “I’ve never had my boobs so much manipulated, before these guys. They are never satiated with them.”
“When he puts his hands on mom,” her son thought, “indeed he treats her like a cow.”
“Great work, pal!” John exclaimed. “We’ve a nice bimbo to enjoy our dinner!”
“Bro, this gal is a little slut!” Tom said. “Watch what I’ve found in her drawer”.
And with that the black guy took out of the pocket of his slacks (he was no more naked, now) a greeting card.
“Read it, pal; it was folded inside the garment.”
Carol blushed and tried to grab the paper from his hand, but the two guys were faster.
“To my little cutie. Brad.” John read in a loud voice. “So, lil one, Brad is your fucker!”
“Nooooo. . . ” Carol yelled. “Don’t talk like that! He’s a friend!”
“A friend?” He mocked. “And he gave this to you for what? For you, to wear it during the mass?”
“Oh my god!” Carol was close to cry, now. “Please. . . please. . .”
“Okay, little chick, we don’t care about Brad or whoever else was in your cunt. You have us, now, mommy Blum! And I can assure you that you’are going for the bang of your life!” A firm squeeze of her left breast concluded his words.
Brad!!! Brad was Alan’s brother, Scott thought. Alan was fhe husband of his sister Lynn.
Brad, who was Lynn’s brother-in-law, had given mom, as a present, a nightgown! Why? As a minimum, to make her show him her nudity, in private. But, most probably, this was the gift for a night of passion. Brad had fucked mom!!
And now Scott remembered all of those days.
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Month of April. Saturday morning. Scott’s father was in a business trip for some days. Lynn and Alan had come on Friday evening and Brad was with them: he was Blum’s guest for the first time, after Lynn’s marriage. Brad was a gynecological doctor: thirty-eight years old, divorced, tall, handsome, well-educated, he was known for his ability to seduce women.
Scott’s class had planned a short weekend on the mountains. The departure was at ten-thirty. Half an hour before the bus was leaving, the boy realized he had forgotten a pair of shoes in his room.
He had still some time; so, without hesitation, he ran home. And there he found a surprise.
Lynn and Alan, in the patio, were relaxing on a pair of sun-mattresses, laid in front of the swimming pool. The young woman was topless and her husband was gently caressing her tanned breasts. Scott had never seen his sister’s nude tits, before: they were simply awesome: big, round, with two erect pink nipples swaying under the touch of her man’s fingers.
“Hi, Scott,” Alan exclaimed, without interrupting the tits fondling, as though it was the most natural thing. “Why you’re back so early? Something wrong?”
“I forgot. . . something . . .” The boy was really embarrassed. “But mom. . where is mom?” At the same time the boy saw two bikini tops hanging from a chaise longue: one clearly matched with Lynn’s bikini bottom; and the other?
“We’re sunning all together. It’s the first hot day of the season!”
Scott jolted at the water splashing he heard from the pool. Mom and Brad were there, rollicking like two kids, jumping, diving and pushing water each other, with their cupped hands. The small swimsuit bra he had seen on the chair belonged to mom. And she was playing topless with a man who wasn’t her husband.
For few minutes they didn’t noticed his presence. Then Brad gestured to the boy, bent to Carol whose hand was around his neck, told her something in the ear and thrust his arms underwater. Scott heard clearly his mom yelling “noooo”, but the man didn’t care and in a quick motion scooped her up like a baby and walked to the stairs of the pool, emerging from the water. The beard gave him the appearance of a sea god carrying a mermaid.
Only a skimpy little piece of cloth around her hips covered Carol’s small body. Small, thought Scott, but perfectly shaped; and her tits were simply huge. He had never seen them in all their glory: they wobbled back and forth, like two swollen globes, upon her otherwise thin torso. She looked at her own ease in the firm embrace of the man, her legs joyously kicking in the air, letting herself be carried effortlessly along the poolside.
“Honey!!” she exclaimed. Her tone showed astonishment, but no shame for laying helpless, practically naked, in the firm embrace of the younger man. “I was not expecting you! What happened?”
“I. . . I. . ” The boy was speechless.
“Mom had a little problem with her ankle. She can’t walk without help.” Brad said, stopping in front of Scott, still holding Carol up into his arms, a shameless look on his face.
Then he lowered the mature housewife onto a couch; he knelt between her thighs and started massaging her ankle with gentle caresses.
Scott couldn’t watch anymore. Without a word, he ran back to the house, entered his room, picked up his package and, in ten minutes, reached the bus.
During all the week end, he was in turmoil.
The boy, in the last two years, had developed, like many adolescents his age, a latent attraction towards his mom. Her big bountiful boobs, arrogantly showing through her always tight shirts, her bullet-like nipples poking out of the light cloth, her round asscheeks clearly outlined by the thin fabric of her miniskirts and the delicate features of her beautiful face had stirred up, in many occasions, his hormones and sometimes he had stroked his young cock, fantasizing about his gorgeous mother.
He had already seen Carol in her bikini swimsuits and a couple of times he could briefly glance at her shapely nude bosoms as she came out of the shower in a loosened bathrobe. But now, the show at the pool, with Brad, had been too much for the poor boy. The sight of mom’s exposed body, the hands of a man over her naked flesh, the sounds of her girlish giggles, the easiness with which she had given herself to the strong masculine arms of Alan’s brother had instilled in him a sense of jealousy, mixed with an intense desire to feel, touch and maul her body, to hold his mom up like a baby and to cover her white skin with passionate, forbidden kisses.
Saturday and Sunday nights had been a kind of masturbation festival, for Scott; and the sight of mom’s luscious body was at the top of his thoughts, when he multiple times ejaculated in his own hands, in the darkness of the room.
When he came back home, Sunday night, the house was silent, all the doors were closed and he didn’t see anybody around. He went to his bed and started ravishing again his organ with long, deep strokes, before sleeping.
Monday morning, around ten o’clock, he woke up at the sounds of some voices from downstairs. The guests left, he thought, when he heard the motor of a car running away. Time to meet mom, finally.
Carol was in the kitchen, her back to him, preparing some food. Immediately his gaze went to the garment she wore: a silky white halter top and a pair of g-string panties same color. The upper part of her lingerie was tied behind her neck by two straps; another pair of straps was tied around her smooth back. The lower edge of the sleeveless shirt was ending a couple of inches below the bottom curve of her jutting breasts, whose delicious sides were clearly visible. Her panties concealed nothing of the roundness of her tight, firm ass globes. By adding, to all this goodness, her well shaped, fleshy thighs and slender legs, whose feet were encased in a pair of open-toe sandals, it could be really said that she was a stunning sight.
“Morning, mommy!” Scott said, bending his lips to her neck and nuzzling into her natural scent. His hands went to her upper arms, wrapping his fingers around the soft, unblemished flesh.
“Mornig, honey!” Carol exclaimed. “You surprised me! I thought you were still sleeping.”
“Mom, it’s ten o’clock!”
“Yes, dear, but you came back very late, yesterday.”
“How d’you know? I didn’t see you!”
“But we. . . I heard you from my room.” The woman had a little start and her son noticed it. He was wearing nothing else than a pair of short athletic shorts; under them she could feel the bulging head of his cock pressing onto her lower back.
“Were you alone, mommy?” he quizzed.
“Of course, honey! Why this question?” Another little start.
“May be Brad was with you!” He had increased the caresses on her naked arms. He was running his hands up and down, over her fleshy roundness.
“Brad? What are you saying, Scott?” Her voice was a little shaky, now.
“Brad was playing with you in the pool, Saturday. And you were topless!”
“Brad is a family friend!” She tried to appear as natural as she could, but her tone betrayed her nervousness.
“And you show your tits to family friends and let them carry you topless in their arms?” The boy whispered these words in her ears, while his fingertips stroked in a slow motion her white skin: he was acting more as a lover than a son. And Carol became aware of that.
“Honey,” she tried her most convincing voice “Brad is a doctor. I asked him to examine me. He was very professional and after the visit he told me there was nothing bad if I didn’t wear a bra: after all, he had already seen me in the nude. Also Lynn was topless.”
“But the way he picked you up. . .” Scott insisted.
“He helped me! Remember? I was in trouble with my ankle!”
“Yes, mom, and today you told him goodbye and hugged him nearly naked in this babydoll!” His palms squeezed playfully her arms.
“Son, you have a mom who loves to show off her body. I love to be admired by men and your father knows it very well! There is nothing bad about it!” Tightened in the firm grip of her boy, Carol felt his manhood growing against her back.
“Mom, you get me jealous!” He increased his embrace around her.
“Ohhhhhh. . . hon, don’t torment yourself! You’d know how much mom loves you!” And with that she turned her face up and got on her tiptoes, to reach his cheeks, but she was too short. So her son lowered his head and kissed her mouth.
“No, Scott, not like this. . . you can’t. . .” She came off his lips and gazed up at him. She looked really confused, now.
“Yes, mom I can!” he mumbled. Her perfume was enticing, her bare upper arms so warm and attractive! He pressed again his mouth to her neck and sucked, before gently sinking his teeth in her softness.
This time the woman moaned and her lips searched his.
“Ooooohhhhh. . . son. . . please. . . we have to stop, please. . .” she whispered, pulling her face away, after a long and deep kiss. She was breathing heavily.
The ice had been broken: the boy took another step. He slipped one hand inside mom’s halter top and went in contact with the side of her generous, left breast.
“What are you doing, hon?” she asked, feigning a tone of reprimand.
“Search for your flesh, mommy!” he told her, while his fingers enjoyed the resilience and warmth of her boob.
“You naughty boy! Touching mommy like this!” Her tone was falsely scolding; and she didn’t struggle.
“What is here?” Scott exclaimed. He had found a little spot on the smooth surface of her skin and now the tip of his finger was checking it, with little caresses.
“It’s a mole, a little mole; be careful, honey! Never seen it? And yet I hadn’t bra, last day!” she asked maliciously.
“Mom, you were all wet! And Brad’s hand covered your tit!” He was getting more and more aroused, as he started playing with her boob like it was a kind of toy.
“Don’t touch me, please. . . ohhhhhh. . you cross the line. . . ohhh god. . .!” she panicked.
“Yes, mom, yes. . .” Now both his hands had cupped from behind the twin melons, rolling and fondling them in circles, tenderly caressing the elastic flesh, teasingly prodding the erected peaks.
“Wooww!! Two more moles!” he exclaimed, thumbing at her nubs.
“Silly!!” she said laughing. “These are nipples! Didn’t you know?” and she put her little hands over his, through the thin fabric.
“Your tits are so good, mommy! I’d hold them all day long!”
“I’d have to slap you, Scott! Son shouldn’t touch mom’s bare breasts!” She pretended to be angry.
“You provoked me, last day, half naked at the pool! Now you pay!” His hands didn’t stop kneading and rolling the swollen mounds, like they were bread dough.
Carol giggled and writhed in response, clearly enjoying the incestuous caresses.
“She’s done,” thought her son, taking a further step. Without moving his hands from her globes, he bent his face down to her neck and, with the help of his teeth, he pulled at the top straps of the halter, untying them. The upper part of the fabric fell down and remained folded around her waist; her huge boobs flopped freely on her chest, like two bowls full of jelly.
“Ohhhh. . . you have stripped me. . . my pervert son has stripped his mom!” she squealed in a delightfully fake protest.
He swung her around till she was facing him, her voluminous tits totally exposed to his eager gaze.
“D’you like what you see?” she asked, in a seductive voice.
“Oh yes!!” He smiled, bending his head and gluing his lips around one quivering nipple.
“Suck . . . ohhh. . . suck it. . ” she was no more disguising her pleasure.
And her son complied.
He put one hand around her back and with the other he circled one tit, gobbling as much as he could of her beautiful flesh in his mouth. She smiled seductively, then moaned when his teeth and lips worked on her nipple, making it stick out like a pencil eraser. He licked the wrinkled areola with slow strokes, sending another groan out of her soft lips.
The boy raised his head; Carol’s boob was completely wet from his saliva.
“Watch what you did, you sadistic son!” she exclaimed. “Make this to your mom!!”
And, with her finger and thumb, she pinched, as a joke, at his ear lobe.
“Mom, I didn’t finish my work!” he laughed. “You’ve got two of them!”
And, without hesitation, he grabbed the second boob and took it into his mouth.
A few instants later the kitchen was filled with the slurping and squishing sounds of Scott’s lips, tongue and fingers over the white skin of her bare breast. He licked and sucked the exposed titmeat, then he buried his head between the fleshy cushions, playing at open hands with the jiggling mounds: he scooped them in his palms, bounced them up and down like balloons, pinched the nipples and separated the two massive melons out to her sides, before returning them to their natural position.
Mom’s magnificent boobs were his toys and the horny mother responded to his devastating action with moanes and giggles, mixing her joyous shrieks to the erotic sounds from her manipulated flesh.
Scott was more aggressive, now. In a quick motion, he untied also the lower set of straps of the halter and pulled it completely off, throwing it to the floor. The woman stood up, naked in front of her son: only a small piece of cloth, a pair of skimpy panties, covered her crotch.
Then the boy wrapped his fingers around her hips and pushed her against the wall. “Up your arms, mom!” he ordered. She complied.
Again he put his palms over her breasts and rubbed them, feeling their fullness and sponginess, checking her nipples: hard and long, they looked like two bullets, ready to explode streams of lovely juices out of their wrinkled skin.
She closed her eyes and groaned loudly, as her son kept caressing her exposed torso, from shoulders to navel, his lips nibbling in her neck, before running over the delight of her hairless armpits and tender underarms, over the comfortable cleavage between her sumptuous tits, over the gentle curve of the bottom sides of her breasts, over her flat, smooth belly.
“Stop, honey. . . stop, please. . .” Carol spoke in a soft tone. “Let me breath!”
She was still pressed against the wall, her hands on his shoulders, while his palms still clutched her voluminous boobs.
“Mom, I love all of you!” Scott exclaimed, as his fingers abandoned one tit, which popped out on display, to explore the insides of her panties. His palm rested on her crotch.
“Mom,” he said in excitement “you are bald like a child. . . your pussy. . . your armpits. . . no hairs on them!” His hand was gently caressing her sex area, the folds of her outer lips, the delicate skin of her inner thighs and finally the hidden warmth of her cleft.
“Stop, son!” Carol’s voice had assumed a serious tone, now. “No more! Draw your hand away!” The boy obeyed, both his hands now hanging submissively at his sides.
“Why, mom?” he said interrogatively. “I thought that you. . .”
“Mister, your morning breakfast is over! Don’t ask for more! Okay?” She was determined.
“Yes, mom!” he whispered submissively.
“Now, baby, regain your composure! No school, today?”
“No, mom, we’ve a day’s break, after the trip.”
“Fine! So, let mom get ready for the gym! And don’t wait for me at lunch! I’ll be back around five o’clock. We can have a couple of hours at the pool, late in the afternoon. For your pleasure!” She ended her words with a captivating wink. Then she left the kitchen.
Half an hour later, Scott was chatting on the internet, in his room, when Carol entered. She was wearing a yellow tube top, shoulderless and sleeveless, tightly wrapped around her supple breasts. Under her fully exposed belly button, she had a pair of white shorts, which covered only the upper quarter of her thighs. Tennis shoes and ankle socks completed her clothes.
“Bye, honey, don’t get bored. Mom loves you, don’t forget it!” And she bent to let a kiss on his cheek. She acted as nothing had happened between them.
“Mom, this stuff will make men horny!” He placed a hand on her top, over her right breast. “Be careful!”
“Men horny? Better if they are young. ‘Cause this is just what I want, when I’m choosing my clothes!” And with that she left.
“Young men horny?” Scott repeated in his mind. “Let me check something for you, which will make me horny, this evening! A nice surprise, for my beautiful mommy!”
Scott knew very well what to do. He had already seen that thing in a sex shop and he had already fantasized many times about watching it being worn by a luscious female. And now, finally, he had found the female: his own mom, the big titted Carol, who loved to tease the young men.
When the small garment was in his hands, the boy came back home and put it in the cabin near the pool, over a small cupboard.
Then, he started masturbating at the thought of what was to come.
Around five o’clock, Scott was sitting on a couch at the poolside, dressed in his swimsuit; a glass was in his hands.
“Hi, hon!” It was mom’s familiar voice. “How’s doing my handsome boy?” Carol stood in front of him for few seconds, then she bent over and kissed him lightly on his lips. Before he could grasp her into his arms, she quickly made two steps back.
“Fine, mommy! Waiting for you!” Scott answered, with a large smile.
“What is this?” she asked, indicating the glass.
“Scotch, mommy! D’you want it?” And with no hesitation, he poured her a drink.
“D’you want me getting drunk?” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, mom!” He gnashed his teeth. “To devour you better!” Then, pretending to play Dracula’s role, he jumped off the couch and seized her by the shoulders, giving a vicious bite onto the white flesh of her naked upper arm.
“Oh, my god!” she screamed. “If I knew to meet a brute attacker, I’d have asked to my cavalier to escort me!”
“What cavalier, lady Blum?”
“My cavalier, naughty boy, is a very nice guy from the gym!”
“Who’s he? Who dared to bother my little doll?”
“Doll, you say? He, too, called me doll, today!” And we had a lot of fun, for your information!”
“Tell me all about it, mom! And tell me who’s he!” Now Scott was really concerned.
“Okay, honey, I’ll tell you. But don’t be so angry, please! He’s Matt! Matt Rayne, the older brother of your classmate Jenny.”
“Matt?” Scott was really surprised. “He’s no more than twenty years old! And what did he do!”
“Oh, Scott, he caught me by surprise. I was still in the changing room and the door was not locked. I was wearing only my sport shorts and nothing more, when he entered and told me that he had decided that my less than ninety-five pounds would be perfect for curls and bench pressing. He didn’t give me time to react, when he lifted me like a feather and carried me in the main room, starting his exercises in front of everybody. And today I was the only woman in the group!”
“And you accepted it, mom? You accepted to stay topless and handled in his arms in front of all the men?” her son asked with anger in his voice.
“Honey, what could I do? I screamed, of course, but he’s so strong! He used me as though I was his barbell, for about twenty minutes. And when he was finished and we got a long applause from the crowd, he showed me off to the other guys, proudly saying that he was cradling in his arms, like a baby, the beautiful mother of his sister’s classmate. Then he kissed my exposed nipples, whispering in my ears that I’ve got the most gorgeous boobs he had ever seen, before carrying me back to the dressing room, where he gently deposited me down. Thank you, doll, he said, and again he kissed my naked boobs.”
“Mom, I see that you didn’t complain!” Scott looked unhappy.
“Why complain, hon? After all, he didn’t hurt me!” As Carol said that, she approached her son and sat on his lap, curling her sensuous lips in a captivating, irresistible smile. “And when we left the gym, he invited me to be his guest for lunch.”
“Did you accept?”
“Yes! Why not? He was so kind to me! He told me that I’m a very sexy woman, that
he couldn’t believe my age and two grown up kids, because I look at least twenty years younger.”
“You love being complimented, don’t you, mom?” Scott asked, caressing her shoulders and neck.
“Of course! What woman wouldn’t love compliments, especially from a young stud, on her big firm tits and round buns?” she said seductively.
“Did he say that? Big firm tits and round buns?”
“Yes, honey! He told me that he had checked them during the gym work-out: my boobs and buns would be envied by any teenage girl.”
“Did he want to have sex with you?”
“I think so, because many times he proposed a swim here, with me. But when I told him that my son was waiting for me at home, he stopped insisting.”
“Nice guy!” Scott said with irony in his voice.
“Yes! And d’you know what he added?”
“No, mom, how could I know?”
“He said: lucky son, who has a mom like you!”
“Yes, mom, I’m lucky!” At the same time, he slid two fingers inside her left armpit, to feel her hot flesh.
“You little devil, what d’you want from mommy?” But, in spite of her tone, she let him continue the exploration of her white under arm.
“Feast on your body, mom! Your skin makes me crazy!” He grabbed both her wrists with one hand and lifted her arms above her head; then he slobbered his tongue over her revealed smoothness, inhaling the motherly flesh into his famished mouth.
“God, mom, how good you taste!” he murmured, in between his lickings and suckings. “It’s like to eat from a plate of strawberries and cream!”
Carol laughed, in evident appreciation of these words.
When he raised his head from her body, her armpits were all wet with his saliva.
“Are you happy, now? Have you had enough fun for today?” she asked, in a charming tone.
“Never enough of you. . . never!” he answered, grabbing the top edge of her halter with the free hand and pulling it out.
He eyed at the generous swells of her breasts, as the woman squealed like a little girl.
“Go to the cabin, mom, take off this stuff and put on what you’ll find there!” he exclaimed, an ordering tone in his voice. At the same time he disengaged her wrists from his grip.
“Okay, sir!” Carol said obediently. She ran quickly to the cabin.
“Ohhhhhhh. . . myyyyyyy. . . ” her voice came from the little stall. “What a perv! I’ve never worn something like this!”
When she got out and walked over in front of the lawn chair, where Scott was sitting, he felt like his insides were going to explode: all his dreams were coming true.
The black micro thong’s front patch barely covered her pussy lips; the single rear strap running between her ass cheeks almost disappeared in the butt’s deep valley: it was so tight to give more evidence to the delicious roundness of her soft silky buns; her upper orbs, without holders, were bouncing erotically on her chest.
“Are you happy, now?” she asked. And in a teasing way she cupped her heavy, lightly sagging tits and lifted them up. She was offering them as though they were two ripe, juicy melons, ready to be eaten.
“D’you like mom’s body?” she asked.
“Yeah. . . yeah. . . it’s amazing!” He didn’t believe his eyes; mom was posing in front of him totally naked: the only little piece of black fabric around her hips increased the sensuality of her white opulent curves.
“D’you like my natural fruits?” She approached the boy and moved her maternal globes with her hands. Her small palms couldn’t contain the super sized tits, whose flesh was spilling abundantly through her grip.
“I love them, mom, they’re succulent! Let see!” He grabbed her wrists and pulled them aside.
Her mammaries were now fully exposed to the ravenous gaze of her son: no more than four or five inches from his face. The large rosy areolae and the always hard nipples were an enticing sight.
“These puppies are adorable, mommy; they make my mouth water!”
“Naughty son! Talking like that to mom! Shame on you!” But she wasn’t really irritated and she didn’t move away, when his lips gently flicked the engorged peak of her left breast. She was on her feet, while Scott was seated in front of her; due to their difference in height, her chest was at same level as his mouth.
“How big these bazooms?” he said, stopping his licking. He kissed her mouth.
“Dirty boy. . . dirty. . . dirty boy. . . ” Carol was still pretending to be offended.
“How big, mom?” he insisted, shifting his mouth again to her breasts and giving a soft bite on one nipple.
“Ohhhhh. . . you sadist. . . double D. . . you’re biting mom’s double D, Scott! Are you satisfied, now? Your mom’s got the larger size! All natural! You want to check them, don’t you?”
The boy didn’t need encouragement. “Sure I do, mommy!” He abandoned her wrists and took both her boobs in his palms, fondling them like she was his girlfriend.
“Mom, these babies are so large! I can’t cover the whole tit with my hand!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“Honey, all the men I met told me the same.”
“And did you let many men play with your boobs?” Scott inquired.
“Sometimes they did. And don’t ask more! Your father, my husband, never had problems with it.”
Scott didn’t reply, because now his attention was only fixed to the games he could play, finally, with mom’s gorgeous body.
Especially the contrast of the black tiniest straps with her pale, unblemished skin enticed him, together with her small frame so easy to carry, like she was a little girl.
The wrinkled, softly colored skin of her nipples and areolae over the smooth roundness of the tits fascinated him. He drove his hand and mouth to one breast, the left one, and manipulated it as though it was a plaything, darting his tongue over the elastic flesh and toying with the nipple, until it felt like it was ready to explode.
When his thumb hit the little protuberance of her mole, on the outer curve of her tit, he couldn’t help to flick and kiss it with the gentle touch of his tongue.
Carol let soft moans escape from her throat.
“Mmmmmmm. . . mom. . . you like when I touch this little thing!”
“Yes, honey,” she whispered.
“This mole makes your tit sexier, d’you know? It’s so nice!” he said, licking loudly on the small mark.
“Thank you, honey!” She laughed, caressing his hair. “My friends also told me so.”
“Your friends love it, don’t they?” He enjoyed the feeling of her tit he was covering with his saliva.
“Yes, but only few of them made me what you’re doing now.”
“And what I’m doing to you, just now?” Scott took the boob into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Carol released a shrill moan.
“Oooohhhhh. . . you little devil. . . eating my tits. . . eating mom’s tits!” She continued to giggle, as her son shifted from one breast and nipple to the other ones, caressing her skin, nibbling on her flesh, licking again her mole, completely plunged in the pillowy cushions of her magnificent mounds.
“Mommy, you are the sexiest woman I know!” he said, finally raising his head from her ravished chest.
Her nipples were fully erect, incredibly long and hard: two baby cocks, proudly and invitingly pointing at his face. His engorged dick pressed violently against the cloth of his swimsuit.
“Are you satisfied, now? You devoured me! I didn’t know I had a cannibal in my house!” She gave him a light slap, just a little harder than a caress, on his cheek.
“But you’ve got other treasures, mom!” he exclaimed, putting one hand over her smooth tummy and the other over one of her round buns: two firm spheres of white flesh divided by a deep crack.
Scott caressed, then squeezed lustfully the inviting globe, before hitting the ass cheek with a series of light slaps.
“Don’t play like that, please, I’m not a whore,” she whispered. “I’m your mother, I’m married!” But these words couldn’t hide her excitement. The air was erotically filled with the flesh-to-flesh sounds.
“Your skin is so soft, mom! It’s a joy for my hands!” At the same time his fingers on her tummy traced the contours of her belly button, before planting an ardent kiss on the oval shaped umbilicus.
“Oooooohhhhh. . . you tickle me!” she giggled, thrusting forward and letting her tits dance over the top of his bent head.
Now Scott’s hand on her rear was moving back and forth the thong strap along her ass channel. He loved to tease mom with his little games.
“You rascal, what d’you want from your mom?” she asked, resting her hands on his shoulders.
“I want feel the smooth and warm skin of my mom’s naked body! It feels so good!”
Now Scott, still bathing her belly with his wet tongue, had grabbed both her buns with his hands and had started to spread and compress them, alternately.
“Oh, my god, what are you doing to me? I can’t let you do it! It’s a sin!” she gasped.
“Mom, it’s so fun! For me and for you, too!” The air was full of the squishing sounds from her kneaded buttocks. Scott was at the seventh heaven.
“You’re having a good time, honey! Don’t you?” Carol seemed to enjoy, now, the treatment she was receiving from her turned-on son.
“Yeah, mommy!” he exclaimed lewdly. “And you?” he continued. “Don’t you like my rough hands on your soft white butt?”
Carol didn’t reply. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and ran to the edge of the pool, her naked boobs flopping up and down; then she made a perfect jump and dove into the water.
Practically naked, except for that microscopic piece of cloth, she swam around, from side to side. Her son watched her, from the backyard, really getting a good view: the small size of her body made her look like a child, if not for those twin big melons on her chest and those jutting buns on her ass.
She floated back down, letting her boobs emerge from the water: a pair of buoyant, protruding half spheres, capped by those inviting, kissable, suckable nubs.
He didn’t waste more time and, without hesitation, he joined her in the pool. The two of them were soon splashing, laughing and playing like kids.
When they were in the shallow end, Scott approached Carol and, grabbing her around the waist, french kissed her passionately, rubbing his covered dick against her lower body.
“Myyyyyy. . . honey, you’ve got a steel rod, down there!” she squealed, when his lips left hers.
“You made me hot, mom!” Scott hugged her again, but this time he put his hands under her butt, lifting her till her healthy globes were at level with his face: creamy, soft and inviting.
Her hands were wrapped around his neck, while his mouth traced the skin of her large areolae, before swallowing hungrily each of her long stone-like nipples.
“Do you like my boobs, don’t you? See how hard you made my nubs!” She pushed forward and the tip of her breast hit and tickled the back of his mouth.
The couple remained in that position for at least five minutes, then the boy scooped his mom up and carried her to the pool’s shallow area for kids, where he deposited the woman, her feet resting on the floor. Her hips, wrapped in the mini-micro thong, were clearly visible over the water level.
“If someone sees us, he would think that I’m having fun with my kid!” he said.
Carol laughed.
“Am I too short for you?”
“Never too short, mom! You’ve got the right height to be easily carried, like a little baby, by a tall, strong guy! I’m sure many men told you it!”
“Of course, honey, many of them!” The woman really seemed to appreciate his words. “And you love to carry around your little mom, like a kid, don’t you?”
“Little, you say? But these bouncing bazoombas aren’t little! They could be the king size boobs of a girl’s body twice yours!”
And with that Scott placed a devouring kiss on each tit. Then his hand slid under the small patch which “protected” her crotch and gently caressed her outer lips.
“Ohhhhhh. . . what are you doing. . . nasty boy. . . don’t make me. . please. .”
She moaned softly.
But her son didn’t stop.
“Be the good girl. . .” he whispered, as his fingers were delighted with the softness and smoothness of her intimate flesh.
“Please. . . Scott. . . please. ..” her voice insisted, but the pleasure of his touch over her vagina was getting the upper hand.
And when his thumb opened her slit and her clit stood up from its hood, like a mini cock, her moans increased.
The boy well knew what to do. He pinched the stiff little nub between the tips of his fingers and pulled it. Now the small patch of her thong had been moved away and her pussy was totally exposed.
“Ohhhhhhhh. . . noooooo. . . ” she yelled, when her son lifted her again into his arms and carried her to the wall, sitting her on the edge of the pool.
With her legs spread wide open, he dropped his head to his mom’s cunt and started to lick her slit, from clit to anus. He had her in his power, now. His tongue flicked the little bud, making it sway back and forth, under his unmerciful hits.
“Ohhhhhh. . . so good, baby!” She mewed and started to rock her hips and wave her thighs in time with his action.
He was ravaging her, fascinated by her shaved, totally bald pussy, who was as smooth as that of a child. With one hand he continued to play with her clitoris, as he inserted two fingers of the other one inside her warm, wet channel. When he rubbed her G spot, her toes curled up and the woman exploded in a powerful orgasm. A high stream of juice squirted from her insides into his mouth and she screamed with pleasure.
“You cum, mommy. . . I made you. . . and you’re so sweet!” Scott said, licking his lips: he had swallowed all of her honey.
“Yes, baby, you made mom cum. . . mom cum for you. . . but now stop, please. . . I don’t want to go too far!” Carol pulled back her legs, rotated her hips and walked, a little bit unsteady on her feet, to one chaise longue.
Scott, too, got out of the pool and went to his mom. He had removed his swimsuit, letting his free dick sway with each step towards her.
“My god,” Carol exclaimed “you grew up, I see.” She stared at his erection with hungry eyes, as her son approached her and rubbed the head of his shaft over her fleshy upper arm.
“Yes, mom, you made me hard! Much more than any other girl I dated!” Now he had added his hand, and the double caresses on her soft skin were driving him crazy. He felt his cock filling, ready to burst. He raised her arm over her head and exposed her exquisite armpit; then placed his dick on the white concavity and brought her arm down again, trapping his cock there.
“Oh my god, Scott, you want it?” Carol felt herself helpless: her son was taking control, he was starting to abuse her.
Her totally hairless, soft, smooth, perfect armpits fascinated him. The head of his cock caressed the bare skin, whilst his hands rubbed up and down her white arms, fondling her flesh with passion. Till a loud groan escaped from his lips and a thick spurt of come flooded her hollow. When he removed his shaft from her tender cavity, a white coat of sperm slid down her underarm and covered a large portion of her left tit.
The small piece of Carol’s thong slowly floated in the calm water of the pool.
It had been only a partial step, but the incest barrier had been crossed.
Mother and son, both totally naked, lounged in the last sun of the afternoon, without speaking, for a long time.
Then the woman stood up first and said, in a commanding tone: “Go to shower yourself in the cabin, here! I’ll go to the bathroom. And collect all the clothes, before leaving!”
Half an hour later, the woman and her boy were sitting in the large couch of the living room. After the shower, Carol had worn a green cotton bathrobe, closed with a belt, and a pair of white panties. She had avoided any sexy attire.
“Scott,” she said “we have to reflect seriously about what happened today between us. You know, I’m a woman and I love men’s attention, especially when they are young, handsome and well. . . endowed. Like you. But, first at all I’m your mother and I can’t ruin your life . . . and mine!”
“But I love you, mom!” Scott exclaimed, with passion. “You are the only woman I want!”
“Don’t talk like that, honey! You have to date girls your age!”
“Mom. . . please. . . you’re so beautiful, so cute, so . . . sexy. You can’t take me far from your body. . . please!” His eyes were watering, now.
“I don’t say that, son! You had already seen me naked, you had touched my body, you had kissed me: we can’t pretend it didn’t happen. And I loved it, like you.” Carol opened her lips in an inviting smile, then she continued: “I don’t say that we can’t go again with it: but we have to follow the right terms.”
“What d’you mean, mom?” Scott asked, in an anxious tone.
“I mean that, since you love me so much and I enjoy your hands and lips on my body, you can caress me anyway and anytime you like.”
“Really, mom?” The boy couldn’t believe his ears. “Aren’t you kidding?”
“It’s the truth, honey! Of course, when your father and nobody else can see us. I’ll let you see and play with my tits, which make you so horny. I’ll let you kiss and hold me in your arms. But no fucking, son! And no total nudity!” She had an authoritarian tone in her voice.
“No total nudity? I don’t understand!” Her words took him by surprise.
“Yes, son!” Her tone didn’t admit reply. “Your dick and my pussy must be out of our games. Our intercourse must be a kind of anticonformist enjoyment: although not completely innocent, it has not to compromise our normal life and relationship. And it will remain a secret between us. Okay?”
“Okay, mom! I’ll do what you want!”
“Promise me that, Scott!” Carol insisted.
“Yes, mom, I promise you!”
“Good boy, honey! Give me a kiss, now!”
And the couple, on the couch, exchanged a long passionate kiss.
During the following days, the things between Carol and her son continued in accordance with their mutual agreement.
Scott didn’t miss any occasion to grab his mother, when they were alone. In the living room, when they watched television; in the backyard, when they sun tanned; in the pool, where she definitely accepted to wear, only for him, the micro thong he had bought for that erotic afternoon. Their sessions normally ended with the woman’s big tits totally exposed and swaying in the air, to the amusement of her son, who was never tired to fill his hands with and to glue his lips to the creamy swells of her delicious breasts. Another favorite, for him, was to lift Carol into his arms and carry her along, especially when she was claded only in that skimpy bikini bottom. She was not heavy at all and he could easily hold her, bouncing and rocking her soft body like she was his baby girl.
She didn’t consider too much indecent to let her son denude her breasts and show him off her beautiful boobs; sometimes she feigned a weak resistance, as though he was trying to rape her, against her will; sometimes she encouraged him to play with her tits and nipples, but never she accepted, despite his repeated requests, to be in bed with him. Many times, when he was alone in his room, he couldn’t resist himself: he took his cock in his hand and began rubbing and stroking it, thinking to mom’s lovely body, till he ejaculated all over himself.
The most frequent “boobs session” was in the kitchen, in the morning, before shool, when dad was not at home (it happened very often) and mom was preparing breakfast. She well knew how Scott acted: so, when she heard his footsteps down the stairs, she went up to the sink, her back to the door. She was always wearing one of her sexy babydolls: a short, thin, sleeveless, low cut negligee, matching with a pair of g-string panties. She waited for his hands; and his hands regularly landed, sliding inside the loose fitting edge of her garment, on her soft, perfumed skin, cupping in his palms, from behind, the heavy roundness of her luscious, jutting tits. Few minutes more, and the flimsy nightgown flew off her body, leaving Carol totally nude but for a small piece of cloth around her hips, to the gaze, hands and mouth of her ravenous son.
“Good morning, gorgeous!” Scott said. That day he didn’t wait: he approached mom and his fingers immediately grasped the spaghetti straps, pulling down the garment and denuding her chest. Delighted by her girlish squeal of surprise, he planted a wet kiss on her neck.
“Mmmmmmm. . . mommy, what beautiful boobs you’ve got! Amazing!” he whispered in her ear, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples and the little mole on her left tit.
“Thanks, honey,” she replied “but don’t squeeze too much, today! My tits are sore, from the treatment your father gave them all night!”
“What did he do?” He had an unhappy expression on his face.
“Ohhhhh, he was insatiable! He massaged and kissed, then he licked and sucked as though he was trying to get milk out of them!”
“Me too!” he said, and with that he sat at the table, dragging his mom with him and placing her on his lap, back to him; then he took one cup and put it under her right nipple.
“Spray your milk in my coffee, mom! Give me a tasty breakfast!” he exclaimed, as his fingers pulled at her bud.
“Silly boy!” Carol laughed. “Still famished, same as when you were a little kid.”
“D’you mean that I loved your milk?” he asked; he continued to maul her flesh.
“Loved, you say?” She pulled his hand off her breast. “It was hard, for me, to take your little mouth off my puppies! You wanted them all the time!”
“Mom, they’re so healthy, so round, so smooth!” He had cupped again the two meaty melons and he was fondling them for all he was worth.
“Time for you to leave!” Carol said, extricating herself from her son’s embrace and getting out of the room. “See you in the afternoon!”
When Scott came back, in the afternoon, Carol welcomed him with a dazzling smile. A yellow silky blouse was knotted around her waist, coupled with a mini skirt: her delicious belly button and her fleshy thighs were in full view.
“How’s doing my handsome boy?” she asked playfully. And, without waiting for his reply, she added: “Today no gym for mom! And my husband called, to say he’s not expecting to return home till tomorrow. So, we’ll have a dinner only you and me. Are you happy?”
“Wow, wow, and wow! My dinner has already started! Just now!” Scott exclaimed. He approached his mom and slid a hand under the shirt, over her shoulder: no trace of strap.
“No bra, I see!” His voice exploded out, with exuberance.
“No bra! Does it disturb you?” she said provocatively.
He didn’t reply, because his fingers had already unhooked the knot on her blouse and now they were fumbling with a couple of buttons.
“What are you doing, you pervert son?” She feigned surprise. “You are denuding my breasts!”
He had torn off her shirt and had let it flow to the floor; then he pulled down the zipper, lifted her feet, picked up the skirt and threw it onto a chair.
“Ohhhhhh. . . my god. . . you made me naked. . . mmmmmmmm. . . ” She moaned, now, with his fingers firmly clutched into a creamy tit and a round ass cheek.
It was an afternoon of eroticism, for both of them. Carol stayed topless all the time, letting him feast in any way on her boobs. He caressed, licked and sucked any available square inch of her delicious body. And she giggled and squealed like a schoolgirl, at his devouring kisses: on her belly, thighs, buns, arms and armpits.
It was difficult, for the woman, to take her son’s hands off her sex, because sometimes his fingers slid inside her mini-panties, trying to tear them off.
“Stop with that, Scott, or I wont let you touch me anymore!” she threatened him.
She whined joyously when her towering son scooped her up and carried her outside, to the pool, her bared tits wobbling deliciously in the air: a pair of huge, ripe suckable melons.
He was walking along the poolside, holding up in arms his practically naked mom, like it was the most natural thing.
“Imagine what would think anyone who would see us, now! Nobody would say we are mom and son!” Carol chirped cutely.
“My buddies would be envious,I’m sure!” he said.
As the sun set, they came back inside the house. When they were in front of her bedroom, Scott, who was still cradling Carol, asked her: “Mom, please, let me fuck you!”
“Son, listen to me!” Carol told him firmly. “In the next four or five months, you will go to college, to stay out of home for a long period. I promise you, believe me, that before your departure, I’ll give you the gift of a night of passion. Okay?”
“Okay, mom!” Scott exclaimed with enthusiasm. “But why not before?”
“Honey, if we’re making out now, I’m sure it will become a habit. I don’t want it, ’cause I hope that at college, far from me, you will be much more interested, definitely, in the young girls, instead of an old married mother, like me.”
“Mom, I’m jealous of you!” he continued. “If you’re not having sex with me, with whom are you doing it? I don’t think dad is satisfying you!” These words came out of him impetuously.
A shadow came over Carol’s face. “It’s not your business, son! You’re not my husband. I’m a woman! I have my private life and I’ve not to report it to you! Keep it well, in your mind!”
At this point, the image of Brad, the brother-in-law of his sister Lynn, playing in the pool with mom and carrying her topless, in his arms like two lovers, returned to his mind.
“And Brad was one of your lovers, wasn’t he?” Scott shouted to her.
“Again Brad and that old story!” she replied.
“Yes, mom, ’cause you didn’t tell me the truth about it!” he insisted.
“Scott, I’ll tell you for the last time! Brad is a friend, he was our guest as Alan’s brother. That’s all! I have nothing to add to what I already explained to you! And now, please, don’t ask anymore! The matter is closed!”
And the matter remained really closed, between Carol and her son.
Till that evening, when Tom found out a card, signed by Brad; a card which had accompanied Brad’s gift to mom: a sexy nightgown to his “little cutie”.
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Now Scott had no doubts: mom had lied to him. His suppositions about Brad were proven correct: Brad and mom had been lovers, and may be they still were.
But when had he gifted her that garment? When did they meet together, after those days at home?
Scott remembered. A couple of weeks after his sister’s (and the other guests) departure, mom absented herself for three days. She stayed at Lynn’s and Alan’s house during a week-end; and Brad, too, lived in the same town. Certainly mom, in that occasion, had met with Brad again; certainly they had fucked again; and certainly Brad had ingratiated mom with that sexy outfit.
“Tom!!” John’s thundering voice interrupted Scott’s thoughts and drove him back to the reality. “Go to the kitchen and prepare something to eat, for our starving stomachs. Nick can help you. I’ll have some more little fun with this bimbo. She’s a juicy food!!”
A loud laugh echoed in the room, while the young giant stood up from the couch, scooping Carol up in the air and cradling her as though she was an infant.
The woman let out only a soft murmur, then she laid speachless in the strong arms of her captor: she was still shocked by the revelation, in front of Scott, of her marital infidelity with Brad, the brother-in-law of her daughter.
John showed her off to her son, like he was carrying a prize, a trophy he could easily handle at his own, full pleasure.
“Watch your mommy, boy!” he told the boy, bouncing the small woman like a weightless thing. “She’s no more the queen of the house! She’s a child who has found her daddy and now she’s my toy, my little doll!”
“My little doll”, Scott thought. “Mom’s becoming the little doll of this hunk of a brute!” It was unbelievable, in his mind, to think how his mom had been transformed, in few time, from an inflexible, intransigent woman who had repeatedly refused to go to bed with him, into an obedient slave who now accepted any kind of abuse by these young studs.
(To be continued)
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