After a long time, I wrote another Chapter of Carol’s Series. Hope you will enjoy it!
After the long sex session with Carol and her son, John needed a refreshing bath. The large swimming pool in the backyard was the ideal site to recover his energies.
Tom and Nick were resting in nakedness on two deck chairs, in a corner of the patio, in front of a small table and a couple of beer cans.
“Look at him, buddy!” Nick said to his friend, pointing to the naked, glistening body of the giant stud. “The big warrior is back from the battle!! I bet the old chick has been properly served!”
“She squealed like a piglet!” Tim echoed, with emphasis. “The big titted bitch is a hot number! I’d fuck that white ass all night long!”.
John jumped into the pool, hitting the liquid surface with a huge and loud splash. For some minutes he floated on his back, enjoying the coolness and cleanliness of the water, at the sunset’s light. It was so relaxing!
Then he started to swim, back and forth, from one to the other side, raising heavy and high sprinklings.
When he was out of the pool, he went to a cabin, where he picked up a large towel and dryed himself, with noisy puffs of air.
There was a small cupboard, in the cabin, with two drawers. Drawn by curiosity, the young stud opened one of them and he saw a black, tiny piece of cloth. He took and unrolled it in his hands; then he realized what it was.
He had found the skimpiest bikini bottom that could be imagined: a narrow patch, made just to cover the baby pussy lips of a little schoolgirl, followed by a string of the same material (to be passed, evidently, between the asscheeks), a little bit larger than a dental floss. Both ends of that mini micro garment were connected to a pair of bands, to be tied together around the hips.
No trace of bikini top, in the drawers.
“Aaaaaahhhhh. . . the little bitch!!” John exclaimed. “She loves to show off, the big titted lady!!”
And with that, he figured in his mind the busty woman walking around the poolside and displaying to her boyfriends the succulent boobs, the delicious white buns and the unblemished, smooth skin of her petite body, barely covered by few square inches of cloth.
It was not all! If John had known the origin of that garment, his comments had been much more salacious! And the sadistic desires to dominate the submitted mom-son couple had raised at stratospheric levels. Yes, because the tiny thong had been a gift from Scott to his luscious mom, for her last birthday: a miniature piece of swimwear that was just made, for him, to admire the lovely body of his mother, when she paraded, voluptuously, along the poolside or gave herself into his arms, letting her son cradle carry her inside the pool, and sometimes inside the house, like boy and girl.
“I’ll take it later, for my next game with the little pussy,” he thought, smiling, as he replaced the micro thong in the drawer. Then he entered the house, to wear a pair of short pants. No more. Soonest he would have taken again the luscious body of the mature wife into his strong arms, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, in an endless orgy of lust and depravity.
When he met with Carol and Scott, they were just coming out of the bathroom. The son had a towel wrapped around his hips; the mom was wearing a white bathrobe.
“Did you wash her?” John asked the boy. And without waiting for his answer, he continued: “Let me check by myself,” pulling Carol against his body. The height difference between them was enormous: his seven feet four inches towered over her four feet ten inches, like a giant and a midget.
“Baby, you’re too short,” he exclaimed. “I can’t take my head bent down to you all the time. Let’s find a better place!” And in a quick motion he put his hands around her hips, lifting her off the floor, as though she was a weightless little thing. Then he walked with her in his arms to some useful place. Scott followed them.
On the way, after her slippers fell off, her bare feet dangled gracefully in the air: the small brunette was a lovely trophy, the personal plaything of a huge stud.
When they were in the kitchen, John deposited the woman on the table. Now she stood on her feet, and their heads were at the same level. With the help of the table’s legs, Carol had made up for the big difference in height between herself and the young stud.
He pulled on the belt of the bathrobe, revealing her frontal torso; then he slid the cloth down her arms and let it fall to the floor: the naked woman was totally exposed to his concupiscent gaze.
“Jeeeezz, lil one. . . you’re hot!!” His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, gently caressing the soft, silky skin.
“My god, big guy. . . you always strip me naked!” She whined sexily, covering a little portion of his large palms with her tiny hands.
“Yes, sweety, ’cause you’re my toy,” he said, as he moved her fleshy globes back and forth on her chest.
“You perv. . . mmmmmmmmmm. . .” She couldn’t finish: he had glued his lips to hers in a wet kiss. Quite automatically, her hands went around his neck and she responded to his tongue, as his palms continued to fondle her bare boobs.
Carol’s clean body exhaled an enticing scent, after the perfumed bath her son had just given her. It was too much, for the turned on stud, and he didn’t lose time; his massive arms enveloped the little woman in a tightening embrace, scooping her body up, without effort: it was so fun to sweep her off her feet and carry her around. She was not a young girl in her first time sex; she was a fifty-two, mature, upper class wife and mother; but her small, soft and gorgeous frame, her silky skin, her succulent flesh had the power to give way to his raging hormones like never before, in his life.
Folded in his sinewy arms, the diminutive woman looked like a little pixie captured by a giant satyr: John had gathered her whole body up to his head level, and his mouth and tongue were exploring the curvaceous hills on her chest, savouring the honey taste of her displayed boobs, areolae and nipples.
Carol felt good, because the stud’s oral caresses were gentle on her: she loved to be licked and sucked that way.
“Oooooohhhhhh. . . yeeeeessss. . .” she squealed joyously; he cuddled her and she felt herself protected and aroused, at the same time.
John put a last lascivious kiss on the little mole that so deliciously interrupted the smooth surface of her left bosom, then raised his lips from the pillowy softness and gazed at Scott, her son, with a vicious look in his eyes.
“Great melons, boy,” he exclaimed. “Made for fun! You like them, don’t you?”
“Yes,” was the prompt answer, without hesitation. “I love mom’s tits.” After having seen all the abuses on his mom’s body from John and friends and after having repeatedly masturbated during those torrid sessions, Scott had freed himself from any reluctance and now he was only anxious to give vent to his incestuous passion.
“Do you play regularly with them, boy?”
“Yes, John, every day!”
“Wow. . . and where?” It was so exciting! Mother and son were in his full control and he wanted to prolong their erotic confessions.
“Outside, in the pool, and inside, when we are alone!” Now Scott’s words were coming out fluently from his mouth.
“Did you strip her naked, dude?”
“Yes, I saw her in the nude!”
“Did you hear, little mommy?” John asked his sexy prey, who was lightly struggling in his firm embrace: but it was a habit, not a real attempt to get herself free.
“Yes, I heard,” Carol whispered.
“And you love having your melons touched by your son! Don’t you, little mommy?” The giant was insisting. His lips nuzzled into the hairless hollow of one of her white armpits.
“Yes, yes. . .” she moaned.
“Yes what, little mommy?”
“Yes. . . yes, I love my son playing with my breasts!”
Her words made Scott’s cock pulse and throb.
“And you have other men playing with your tits, don’t you?”
“Yes. . . yes. . . aaaaahhhh. . .” She shuddered, at the soft, teasing bite of his teeth on her upper arm.
“Who are them, lil one?”
“Hubby,” she replied. “And you. . . and your friends, here!”
“Don’t make fun of me, whore, or I’ll make mince meat of your tender body! Right now!!” His voice had a faltering tone.
“Nooooo. . . noooo, please, I’ll tell you!” She was really frightened, now.
“So. . . go ahead!! Who are them?”
“One of my friends!” Carol admitted.
“Only one, little slut? Don’t lie again, or I’ll rip off your nipple from this lovely jug!” His mouth approached threateningly her left breast.
“More than one,” she said, finally.
“Did you sleep with many men in your life?” John was inquiring.
“Not many. . . just some of them, before my marriage!”
“And after your marriage?”
“Yes. . . yes, some petting, some flirtations. . I made love, sometimes!” Carol was murmuring in a subdued voice. She had catched a glimse of Scott and she didn’t want her son knew his mom was an easy woman.
But John insisted. “Did you make love after marriage, little pussy?”
“Say again! And call me daddy!” He captured her nipple with his teeth.
“Yes. . . oooohhhhh. . . yes, daddy, yes! I made love after marriage!”
“And not only with that old caricature of husband! Right?”
“Don’t talk like that, John. . . please!” Carol implored.
“I’m your daddy, not John!” He was shouting. He ignored her pleas. “And you cuckholded the old wimpy! Many times! Right?”
“Ohhhh. . . yes, daddy. . . yes!” She had surrendered.
“Say better, slut! Say that you cuckholded him many times!”
“Yes, daddy! I. . . . cuck. . . holded him many times!”
“Because you love the young meat, don’t you?”
“Meat. . . ohhhh. . . yes, daddy!”
“You love to grasp the younger cocks, don’t you?”
“Yes. . . yes, daddy!”
“Younger than your pussy?”
“Yes. . . yes. . . my god, daddy, don’t be so dirty!”
“Younger than me?”
“One of them was younger, yes!”
“Same age of your son?”
“Ohhhh. . . I feel ashamed. . . in front of him!” She nodded to Scott, blushing.
“More or less. . . yes!” Finally, she had admitted.
“Did he feel your tits?”
“Sucked your nipples?”
“Licked your ass?”
“Yes. . . . my clit, yes! What else do you want to know, daddy?”
“Did he fuck you?”
“Yes, but only once!”
“And he made you scream and cum! Right?”
“Same way as with me?”
“Not like with you, daddy!” Carol said wih conviction. “You are superb; superior than any other guy!”
When he heard mom’s words, Scott gave a start. Had her youngest lover the same age of himself? And who was he?
His mind ran immediately to Rudy.
Rudy was Helen’s first son. And Helen Boyd was Carol’s best friend: a stunning blonde, forty-two, married to Frank. She had given birth, five months before, to the little Jimmy.
Rudy was the son from her first, divorced husband. Now he was nineteen: one year older than Scott. Both of them studied at the same school. Both of them played in the same football team, and Rudy was the captain. A tall, handsome boy, who had already fooled around many girlfriends. The rumors were that he was well endowed, according to what a couple of his dates had privately confessed.
There was another curious thing: many times Rudy boasted that his mother Helen was the most stacked mom in the neighborhood. Despite her short height (only a pair of inches taller than Carol), she had been blessed with a big, round, upturned ass, slender legs and a well shaped figure, as everybody could verify when she walked on the street. But her tits were her main attraction; Rudy assured they were fantastic: fleshy, firm and king sized; two milky melons, as he was never tired to repeat to his buddies, joking on her lactation period. He spied on his mom, he said, when she was nursing the new baby and he admired those swollen boobs, especially when white streams spurted out from those huge orbs.
His words sounded as though he had truly tasted the maternal food, directly from the source, but he had never confirmed it. The result was that everybody, in the classroom, was talking about Mistress Boyd’s utters; and somebody, more maliciously, had esplicitly deducted that Rudy, every morning before school, was getting a mother’s milk breakfast.
True or not true, one thing was certain: Rudy was proud of his own mom.
“Because he didn’t see mine,” Scott was thinking in his mind. Only in his mind, however, because he had never taken part in those discussions; he already had the hots for Carol and he was afraid that some improper word, from himself, could reveal his incestuous desires.
“Rudy”, repeated Scott in his thoughts, after having heard the confession of his adultery mom to John, who had roughly solicited her to reveal her intimate relationships.
Was Rudy her teenaged lover? What happened between mom and Rudy?.
Like in a flash back, the boy remembered the past events.
The first “incident” happened when Scott’s football team won the final game of the school tournament. Carol was the good-luck mother of the team and after any winning match she was kissed and embraced in a friendly way by all the players; it was, apparently, an innocent tradition, also if Scott was getting jealous at the sight of all those hands running around mom’s curvaceous body: especially when the summer season started and she was wearing sleeveless, low cut shirts.
That day the team got the cup, but instead of taking the cup, which is a honour for the captain, Rudy ran to the place where Carol was sitting and scooped her up in his sweaty arms; then, always running, he toured around the field, showing her off, like she was the trophy. The woman, after her initial surprise, accepted the role and started waving her hands to the crowd of parents, teachers and students all around. Her smiling face was a confirmation that she was enjoying the unexpected exhibition; all the people were clapping.
When the strong boy deposited Carol back on her feet, he kissed her gently on her cheek and she returned the kiss.
Then it was time for photos; she had been elected, at the beginning of the tournament, mascot of the team and now everybody asked, and obtained, to pose with her. Some of them put an arm around her shoulders in a friendly way, but the majority (including Scott), followed the example of the “captain”, because it was much more amusing: they preferred to sweep her off the ground and take a single pose with her, cradled in arms.
Scott didn’t mind. They were friends, after all, and it was a justified expression of felicity for the victory.
Something different happened when there was the official photo of all the team. Again Carol was asked, and she accepted, to pose with the group: Rudy wanted her beside him. Just when the photo was snapped, a feminine squeal was clearly heard, followed by Carol’s voice. “Nooooo!!!” she exclaimed.
Nobody seemed to know the reason, but Scott, who had turned his gaze to mom, was in time to see Carol fumbling with her shirt and Ruby’s hand quickly moving through her upper body.
The photographer didn’t hesitate and ordered: “A little trouble, boys! Again, please. Keep still, now!”
As soon as the picture was taken, Scott caught mom and Rudy in a short discussion. Ruby was lightly smiling, while mom looked a little disappointed; but not for long, because she concluded with a kind of fillip on his cheek.
“What happened with Rudy?” Scott asked, when nobody was nearby.
“Nothing, Scott, nothing important,” she answered, trying to conceal her embarrassment.
But her son was not satisfied. “What did he do? Tell me!” he said again.
“Nothing! For an instant he slid his hand into my blouse and cupped my breast.”
“Did he squeeze your tit?”
“Just a little, honey, but he was joking, nothing more. That’s all!”
“I don’t like this kind of joke with you!” He was angry.
“Because you want mom only for you, don’t you?” she whispered in his ear. “My son wants his mom all for him, am I right?”
“Yes, mom, I don’t want other hands on your tits!” Scott was trying to calm down from his anger.
“Don’t worry, honey. This evening mom will offer her beautiful, naked tits to her handsome boy. And you will play with them.”
“I love your boobs, mom!”
“Do you love to lick them, don’t you? Forgive mom and she will let you suck and handle them all the time. Dad is away till tomorrow, so you can see mom in the nude, this evening. She will parade for you in your room, all naked but the skimpy thong you gifted for her birthday. Are you happy, now?”
“Mom, when you are clad in that little piece of cloth, I just want to cradle you in my arms and feel your white body forever!”
He had to stop his incestuous confession, because somebody was coming.
Three weeks after the “incidents” at football field, Scott and Rudy met together. Boyd’s house was no more than five miles far from Blum’s house and the two boys, like their mothers, were friends: they had grown like brothers since the early years. And now Scott, with the help of mom, who accepted joyously his lascivious caresses, had quite forgotten Rudy’s naughty performances.
When he talked with his friends, Scott avoided any reference to what happened that day, after the football match.
He arrived to Rudy’s in mid afternoon, around five o’clock, bringing some DVDs they had planned to play, before meeting with two young girls before dinner. They were sitting in front of the screen, when Rudy opened a drawer, just under the equipment, to pick up the remote. A red piece of cloth, which appeared to be a tiny female garment, was in the drawer.
“Rudy,” Scott exclaimed mockingly “what’s this? Are you on the other side? Far from me, faggot!!”
“I’m not a faggot, you can bet!” Rudy promptly replied, with no embarrassment in his voice; and with his hand he took the red thing, displaying it to Scott’s astonished eyes. It was a mini bikini top; and it looked like the same model that Carol was wearing in the backyard, when guests came for some pool party. Only for guests, however, because when mom and son were alone, since a couple of months she used to show off topless. The color, too, was the same.
“Why this stuff is here?” Scott asked.
“It’s a souvenir!” Rudy answered.
“Yes, a souvenir from the greatest fuck with the most luscious lady you can ever imagine. What a fun! Now I’ll tell you.”
Rudy’s story to Scott.
A couple of weeks ago, I was walking on the street to my girfriend’s house, when a woman, a middle aged one, stopped me, asking for an urgent help. She was upset: the motor of the car had a problem and she was late to her appointment. What to do?
You know my ability to repair anything, especially when it’s a matter of car or bike. And the woman! She had immediately aroused my sexual interests. A stunning light blonde, not tall, but with a very well shaped body; she wore a blouse and a skirt; this was cut much more than half a foot over her knees and it let imagine a pair of fleshy thighs; and then. . . you know, Scott, how much I’m taken by the jutting curves. . . well, that hottie had just what I’m dreaming about: her lower back arched into a pair of buns, which were like two upturned, perfect spheres; and her tits. . . how can I describe them? Two king sized melons which stood proudly on her chest, like they wanted to defy the gravity: because, from the way her nipples protruded from the light cloth, it was easy to assume she was braless. Probably, the appointment she had spoken about was with her date. Lucky man!!
She looked to be in her mid thirties: so, when I heard she was forty-seven I was really surprised. No wrinkles on her snowy neck; her angel face, where she had added a very light make-up, was decorated with a little nose, two blue eyes and a mouth, with a crown of white perfect teeth and crimson lips, which was the right target for a throbbing hard cock. When I bustled around the motor and she was close, I didn’t miss the chance to feel her upper arm: meaty, tender and silky smooth. I restrained myself, with difficulty, from licking and biting that soft flesh: and how much fun could be to explore her warm armpits and taste the salty feminine secretion!
In twenty minutes I fixed, in emergency, the fuel pump and put Nancy (her name) in condition to drive. She was really happy; she didn’t believe that a teenager was so expert. Nancy gave me her cell number.
“Call me and I’ll offer you an afternoon tea at my pool and a swim, if you like it!” she said, kissing my cheek.
Three days later, I knocked at the door of her house. A rich one, indeed, full of any kind of up-to-date equipment, paintings on the walls, carpets on the floors, lots of couches. Many rooms inside and an amazing large pool in the backyard; a couple of cabins, some lounges and outdoor couches on the deck and a green area all around.
The place is about thirty miles far from here.
She welcomed me with an inviting smile and a light kiss, kind of peck, on my lips; she had worn a nice bathrobe she had fixed with a cloth belt around the hips.
A brief tour of the house, then Nancy drove me outside. She told me that she was living there alone, since the divorce, and that her son, sometimes, visited her.
She offered me a cold drink, then she sat on the arm rest of the couch; when she crossed her legs, I glimpsed at the red bikini bottom; and at her fleshy thighs, obviously. Man, they were shapely! White, smooth, no trace of cellulite: the woman was a bombshell! And the better had still to come!
“I don’t see any bag. Didn’t you bring your swimsuit with you?” she said interrogatively.
“Yes, Nancy, of course I have it!” And with no hesitation I went to the cabin, where I removed my shirt and jeans, remaining in only a pair of swimming trunks.
When I returned to the couch, I was kind of breathless for some instants: Nancy had undressed herself down to her bikini.
Bikini? It was the smallest piece of cloth I’ve ever seen on a woman’s body. The old bitch well knew how to turn on her men! Three small triangles, two over the tits and one over her crotch, held in place by some narrow strings: nothing more! The rest was a perfectly shaped mass of inviting, juicy flesh, which seemed to be just waiting for a good licking and sucking.
My cock hardened and pushed my swimsuit out, as I approached her.
She noticed my bulge and, in a teasing tone: “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
I circled her waist with my hands, feeling the warm silky skin with my palms. She responded by pushing her full tits against my chest.
“Nancy, you’re gorgeous!” I exclaimed, and bent my head for a kiss; she crushed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth: she was sweet and warm. I clutched my body against hers, as my fingers reached the back of her neck, untying the knot of one pair of strings of her bikini top.
When we separated from our embrace, the thin straps hung free from the two small cups: only the second pair of strings, around her back, avoided her melons spilling out free in the air.
I grabbed the two spaghetti straps with one hand, letting her think I was starting to pull them down and bare her breasts.
“You dirty boy!” she said, feigning a tone of reprimand. “Just like the others! Do you want to see my big tits, don’t you? Little young perv!”
But I took her by surprise: instead of pulling down the straps, I slid my free hand on her tummy and inserted two fingers into the small patch which covered her twat; then I pulled out, just to let my eyes gaze at her hidden flesh.
Jeeeeezzzz, pal, do you belive me if I tell you that no hair covered her pussy? She was bald like a little girl! Her outer lips were totally displayed, in a delight of pink skin.
“It’s my lover’s workout. He wants me going hairless and he shaves me!” And, to confirm it, she raised her arms and revealed her delicious armpits. “Do you see? He makes me here, too!”
I was incredulous: she let a man going so deeply into her intimity? What a slut! What a sexy older slut! My cock claimed its food: I couldn’t wait!
I grabbed her body and, with ease, I picked her up.
“What a fury!!” she yelled, as I cradled her like a child in my arms, walking around the pool to the deep end.
She understood what I was ready to do and she tried to stop me, but her struggles excited me even more. She was mine, and she knew it very well.
In the meantime, one tit had burst out of her loosened top and now it wobbled, like a gelatinous mound, on her chest. I bent my face down and placed some gentle kisses all over her generous flesh, sucking and licking one long nipple, while she giggled like a young girl mouthed by her first date.
The spongy taste of her rich boob drove me to heaven: without hesitation, I jumped in the water with her.
And then the fun began.
During the next ten minutes I carried her, back and forth, from one to the other side, enjoying the feeling of her body in my hands. At the beginning she tried to squirm free from my grasp, but when she understood that I was too strong for her, she let me press her into my embrace. Despite her age, she had the skin and the flesh of a teen girl: smooth, soft, tight and unwrinkled.
One after one, I pulled the small pieces of cloth off her body; first the top, which flew high in the air and landed by the sun-mattress on the poolside; then the bottom, which floated on the water’s surface.
When she was totally naked, like a newborn, I reached for my trunks and yanked them off. My thick weapon sprang out as hard as an iron shaft.
Her heavy melons danced rhythmically in front of my mouth and I took advantage: my lips feasted on her mature lovely jugs, nipples and titflesh, like she was my banquet to savor; and my hands manipulated any portion of her sweet body. When my palm cupped her bare pussy, she writhed and gazed at me with an imploring expression.
Now her giggles, moans and squeals filled up the air. My thumb searched and finally found her love nub. I rubbed it, while my finger tip pressed against the pussy hole. For the first time in my life I was playing with an older woman who could be my mother, making her wriggle and squirm like a schoolgirl.
Easily as though I was working on a butter pot, my whole finger slid into the cavity, caressing the tender walls of her channel. Her legs and arms convulsed at the intrusion, kicking in the water.
I didn’t stop: a second, a third finger and finally all my hand entered her.
“Oh my god, oh my god!!” she yelled. Then she jerked and surrendered to her first orgasm.
With one hand around her shoulders and the other one still inserted in her vagina, I continued to devour her mammaries, I don’t know for how much time.
My powerful action had won any resistance: now she was helping me. When I withdrew my lips from her breasts and my fist from her pussy, she offered to my famished mouth her fleshy arms, underarms and armpits: I accepted the invitation.
Then I put my open palms on her tight asscheeks and lifted her up, till she could wrap her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist. My lips were again free to run over her white torso, in search of the food of those delicious ripe melons.
“Suck them, lick them, I love it!!” She screamed, as I carried her to the edge of the pool, where I sat her down. The heavy boobs swayed like bells and I couldn’t help to chew on her milkers with my teeth. When I spread her thighs, she leaned back and let me slurp on her pussy.
“Please, please!!” she moaned, as my lips caressed her clit, before flicking it with my tongue.
Scott, trust me: that bitch had a fountain in her sex pot: I was still working on her twat, when a jet of her nectar shot out in the air and hit my face, before entering my mouth and being swallowed. It was sweet like honey, sweet like fruit juice. Shaking all over, the older slut trembled, creamed and screamed: I had made her cum.
The babe had a body which was a triumph of flesh and my cock was on fire. In a quick motion, I pulled her up and back into the water. My hands cupped her tight ass and lifted her up, tightening her to my body. When her hands were again around my neck, I let her slide down: my erect dick easily penetrated her hole. Her eyes widened in excitement, her breasts thrust out and her legs quivered, as my hard shaft was sucked into her pulsating tunnel.
She screamed and I fucked her in full control, bouncing her small gorgeous body on my erection: up and down, up and down. She pressed her cunt to my scrotum and arched her upper body backwards: my cock head touched the ring of her cervix. She was not a big weight, so I could support her frame with one hand around her waist and, at the same time, play with the other one over her gelatinous titflesh.
I carried her to the pool stairs, firmly impaled on my cock, our mouths locked together, her breath becoming ragged: she mewled and purred like a kitten. Still mauling the twin melons with my hand, I brought her out of the water to the sun-mattress on the poolside, where I deposited her.
I put her legs on my shoulders and grabbed her tits; then I started pumping her pussy for at least fifteen minutes, as she cum like a racehorse and squealed like a baby pig.
She was trembling and shaking in waves after waves of pleasure, as my big pole stretched her cunt. When finally I erupted and flooded her insides, she arched her back in a last guttural scream and passed out.
I dislodged my dick from her love cavity and stood up. The bitch was laying at my feet, totally exposed in her nudity. I gazed, in pride, at the result of my work; I had finished her off: not a teen girl my age, but an experienced woman, a much older housewife I had dominated with my young virility.
At these thoughts, I felt my fluids boiling over: the milf was done, but I was still erect and I wanted to leave my mark on that luscious, perfect, clean body she used to offer during her sex games.
I knelt beside her supine frame, pointing my shaft directly to her face. My cum hit her cheek and ran down to her neck; then I spurted again and again. My load continued to land on her nose, her mouth, her chin, till a white slime coated her unblemished skin. I reserved the last ones to her breasts. I lifted one tit by the nipple and presented it to my cock head: a gush of jism splattered over the round flesh. The second tit got the same treatment.
Now I was completely drained and the bitch had received all the stuff. I entered a cabin for a revitalizing shower: after the torrid session, the warm water was a relief to my sore muscles and I enjoyed it for a long time. When I was finished drying myself and I was dressed again, I got out of the cabin.
The woman was still on the same position, totally destroyed by my endless stamina. A large, dark stain on the mattress, just under her crotch, was the result of her bladder’s release; in her state of unconsciousness, the woman had pissed herself and now her cunt was a mess: a mixture of our sex fluids and her pee. “What would say her lover and her son if they could see her now, in this condition?” I thought.
I approached her, for a better look, and I noticed the skimpy bikini top I had made fly from the pool. I picked it up.
The bitch opened her eyes.
“My god, boy, you have really done me!” she mumbled.
“Not yet, lady! I hadn’t done your ass. Next time! Now I have to leave, because I’m late: my girlfriend is waiting for me! And this stuff is mine!” I showed her the small bikini top in my hands. “You don’t need it!”.
And with that I left.
End of Rudy’s story.
Scott was silent for a good minute, as his friend looked at him stealthily, with a little smile on his face.
The description of the torrid session between Rudy and the older Nancy had stimulated his libido and only one person, his mom, could calm down him.
“I’m going, now,” Scott said, abruptly.
“The chicks are waiting for us! Did you forget?” His friend tried to dissuade him from his decision, but he was unyielding.
“Okay, buddy, hope you have a better evening at home!” Rudy winked at him. Did he know the Blum’s secrets? Scott didn’t care.
At home, he caught mom at the poolside, lying on a deck chair, totally nude, as she used when she was alone. The earlier return of her son had taken her by surprise, but she couldn’t cover herself, because she had left in the cabin the micro thong she wrapped around her hips when she spent her time at pool with Scott.
The boy didn’t lose time: in few seconds he tore off all his clothes and stood naked in front of Carol: his erect, thick dick was talking better than any words.
“What’s the hell, son?” she said harshly. The strict rule she had imposed in their incestuous liaison was to avoid any full nudism, with only one exception: when she let him watch and towel her naked body off, after she had bathed or showered herself.
“Mom, I want to fuck you!” Scott exclaimed, approaching her.
“Son, stop with that! Don’t forget what we agreed!”
Their agreement was that he could indulge only to petting with her: hands and mouth yes, but no penetration. Only before his departure to college, in the next two months, and after she had verified his stable attraction, she would have given herself to full sex with him.
Reluctanctly, Scott put on his pants and Carol rewarded him with a large smile, followed by a passionate kiss.
“Mom, your small body makes me crazy!”
“This means that you naughty boy are turned on by your mommy? It’s a shame!” she said, in a provoking tone. His cock hardened.
Now her naked pliable boobs pressed against his chest, the twin wrinkled milkers poking deliciously into his skin, like small stones. The boy’s right hand circled the back of her knees, the left one went around her shoulders and mom was easily scooped up by her son.
Her heavy tits swayed and bounced, like mounds of jello.
The woman squealed, saying “nooooo” in her childlike, inviting voice, as her son carried her, like a baby, to the pool edge.
Few steps and he jumped into the water with her: Rudy had been a good teacher.
For fifteen minutes they played in the pool, like kids. Scott’s hands took possession of any part of mom’s body, squeezing, fondling, manipulating and kissing everywhere. He walked with her to the deep end, making fun of her diminutive height: her feet couldn’t touch the floor and she had to be held up by him.
For fifteen minutes Carol’s joyous shrieks resounded in the air. Then the game ended with a long kiss they exchanged, with mom always cradled by her son, before getting out of the water, still embraced to him. Scott gently deposited her naked body on the pool side.
“Thank you, mom!” he said.
“Thank you, son!” she echoed.
“I need a shave,” Carol said, when they toweled in one of the cabins. A small tuft of hair, on her pubes, had started growing and she had to get rid of it: she didn’t want to lose one of her best attractions: a clean, soft, flavoured pussy. All the men she received in her bed were sexually aroused by a mature, small woman, with those baby like genitals.
“I want to shave you, mom!” Scott had no hesitation in his voice.
“What do you mean, honey?” Carol replied, surprised by his request.
“Exactly what I said, mom! Let me shave you! Now!”
“Okay, honey!” After all, he had already seen her naked and felt her body. Nothing wrong if he added another step into her intimacy.
He took her by the hand and together they entered the house and went to the bathroom.
She sat on the tub’s edge and opened her legs, as the boy knelt in front of her, between her inviting thighs.
“Be careful, son!” she warned him.
“No worry, mommy! I don’t want to ruin this lovely pussy!” He bent down and kissed the pink folds of her labia. She gave a little shudder.
Then he rubbed the shaving cream over her mound and around her vagina; when he touched her clit, the little nub hardened. A soft moan escaped her mouth.
Scott picked up the razor and carefully started shaving mom’s tender skin; he stretched her lips, first one and then the other one, before removing any trace of hair from them; mom was wiggling delightfully.
When he completed his work, not a single hair affected the perfect cleanliness of her cunt.
“Mom, you have been served,” he said proudly. His palm caressed her smooth soft pussy skin, as his middle finger checked the love hole and the love walls, relishing the tenderness of her available flesh.
Without a word, she put her hands under his armpits, pulled him up and her mouth searched his, to give a grateful kiss on his lips.
“I want a shower with you, mom,” he said.
“My god, honey, what happens to you, today?” He was already leading her to the large shower cabin.
“You’re gorgeous, mommy!” he exclaimed, removing his pants in front of Carol. His cock burst out of its confinements, proudly swaying in the air.
“Scott!!!” she scolded, but she was not really angry.
“Mom. . . you. . . you. . .” The boy stammered; and the tip of his prick was already wet from the oozing pre-cum.
“Ohhhhh. . . baby. . .!” Carol’s surprise lasted few seconds: her son needed her help and she had to do something. For the first time in their relationship, and quite automatically, she knelt in front of him and pressed her mouth at the head of his pulsating cock.
He moaned at her tender touch, while his shaft tried to search its way through the opening of her warm lips.
Her little tongue darted and swirled around the aroused skin, but she didn’t suck: she was not yet ready to swallow the incestuous cream. Her small hands squeezed gently the young balls, then her fingers circled his throbbing meat, running back and forth on it, with expertness.
“Mom. . . oh mom. . . yeeeessss. . .!!” The first stream erupted, like lava from a volcano, splattering her face, staining her eyebrows, her nose, her neck.
Before gushing again, he reached out and cupped his palms around the bottom side of her abundant boobs, to lift them against the source of his spunk. The new jets spurted out more powerfully, and a sticky white semen flooded her cleavage, finally covering the entire surface of her breasts.
“My god, baby, watch what you did!” she yelled, looking at all this sperm over her own body.
“Mommy. . . ohhhhh, mommy!” Both of them stood up, his spent penis hanging from his hairy crotch. He bent his head down and kissed her mouth: the stink of his recent cum could be clearly noticed on her face.
When their lips separated, he opened the tap and the warm water started running over their bodies.
Scott disengaged the faucet sprayer from its support and directed it to her face, the base of her neck, her shoulders and then up and down her arms. He raised them, one at a time, by her wrists, and spread the water over her armpits. He lifted her tits, one at a time, by the nipples, and sprayed thoroughly the round melons, without forgetting some eager kisses on the bottom side of each succulent globe. The woman was totally available to her aroused son.
Her body was a painting and he was the painter. The jets hit her stomach, her navel and her tummy. When he went to her pussy, his fingers played with her pulsating lips, before watering the pink folds. He painted her well shaped, fleshy thighs, her legs, calves, ankles, feet and toes.
Then he turned her around and worked the sprayer on her back, upper and lower side, up to the deliciously jutting spheres of her twin buns. His free hand gave a firm squeeze to the upturned flesh and his mouth ran over the smooth skin, tonguing the ass cleavage and the wrinkled orifice of her anus.
When he finished spraying all over her frame, and any trace of his sperm disappeared, he directed the water streams up and down his own body, especially to his hairy crotch; then he repositioned the faucet and poured some soap, from a bottle, into a washcloth.
“Let me go to the toilet, first!” She stopped him. “I have to pee!”
“And so? Where is the problem, mom? Do it here!” Scott said, with a captivating voice.
“But. . . but. . . honey, are you crazy? I can’t. . . here. . . with you!” She was shocked.
“Mom, why not?” he insisted. “You don’t wear clothes. And we’re in the shower. Do it! Do it, please! You’re so beautiful. . . all naked!”
He abandoned the washcloth, cupped her asscheeks and pulled her tight against himself: his cock poked her tummy and she felt his erection. He passionately kissed her mouth.
His hands spread apart her butt cheeks and the tip of his right finger caressed the lovely ass cleavage and the wrinkled ring.
“Let it go, mom! Let me see you piss!” he encouraged.
She had gone too far with her son, that evening: it was too late to come back. She relaxed her bladder and let go.
The stream gushed from her pussy, ran along her thighs and legs, and finally to her feet.
Scott watched in adoration at his mom who peed and peed, in a standing up position. And at the same time, the flash back of Rudy’s story, about the lady who had pissed herself on the sun-mattress, after the pool fucking, came to his mind.
When she was finished, “Oh my god!” was all she could say.
Her son took again the washcloth and began to bathe her, starting from her neck, arms and shoulders; he rubbed the soapy cloth on her armpits and underarms; he explored the narrow channel between her lovely mounds. His free hand was always wrapped around her waist, pleasured by her smoothness.
He went to her face, gently tracing her forehead, nose, eyes, lips, cheeks and chin. He moved his hand from her waist to one nipple, he pinched it between thumb and finger and pulled out the tit, offering the full round globe to the soapy massage. The same on the other tit.
He came to the middle of her chest, to her stomach, to her belly button; then turned her around and lathered her back. When he reached the upturned curve of her twin buns, he couldn’t help himself to land a couple of gentle smacks on the succulent round spheres.
“Scott!!” She whined. “I’m not your toy!!”
“Yes, mom, you are!!” he replied, with another harder slap, before accurately soaping the tight surface and the hidden folds of her flesh.
He continued his trip along her body: thighs, legs, feet and finally the pussy. First he rubbed the washcloth over the whole sex; then, with his soaped fingers, he massaged her outer lips, the insides of her love tube and the throbbing clit. Carol accepted his treatment, moaning and stirring under the probing touch of her son.
When she was completely covered in rich, aromatic suds, he contemplated for some instants his work.
“Mom, you are luscious!” he exclaimed, with satisfaction.
He used the same lather to wash himself. Rapidly and thoroughly.
Then he took again the sprinkler and rinsed both of them.
Finally they dried each other off.
She still had the towel wrapped around her body, when Scott tore it away, exposing again the naked mom to his excited gaze: he bent down and placed a lewd, sucking kiss on the delicious mole of her left boob.
“My god, honey, today you really have had fun with my tits! You devoured them!” Carol smiled.
“Mommy, your tits are gorgeous!!” His hands had cupped again her breasts.
“Okay, baby, but now stop! Let me catch my breath for a while!” And with that she freed herself from his grasp.
“Let’s go to the living room, mom! We can watch some television.”
“Okay, Scott, but first I have to put on something. And you too! We can’t stay overthere, naked like birds.”
With reluctance, he obeyed.
Five minutes later, the boy was in the main room, waiting for mom. He wore a pair of pants and was sitting on a large chair. The television played a basketball match.
Carol came on, dressed only in panties and a squirt of exotic perfume which gave off a very intoxicating scent. The garment was a pink skimpy slip, barely covering her pubic area.
“Can you make room for mommy?” she asked teasingly, sitting on his lap, sideways, one naked arm wrapped around his neck.
“What my boy wants to eat for dinner?” she gazed up at him and winked. “Meat is okay?”
“Yes, this meat is the best one!” he exclaimed, gently sinking his own teeth into the soft, perfumed flesh of her upper arm. The other hand had already cupped her left boob and was caressing the silky skin.
“Ohhhhh. . . naughty boy. . .” She squeaked, as he continued to mouth and manipulate her.
“Your mom is so smsll. . . and you so bigger!!”
“Bigger?” he said interrogatively. “Watch them, mom! They really are bigger!!” And he pointed to the basketball players oh the television screen. Most of them were black.
“Watch this one,” he said again. “Watch how tall he is!”
“I love the tall men,” Carol giggled. “I love being cradled and dwarfed by a tall guy!!”
“He could fulfil your fantasies, mommy! He could easily lift you and set you up on the basket, on display for everybody to see. What a sight!” Scott exclaimed.
“And you would let someone doing this to your lovely mommy? What a perv!” His joking words had made her laugh.
Scott replied with an indistinct sound of voice. “Mmmmmmm. . .” he muffled, as his lips were running from her armpit and underarm to one stiff nipple which hardened even more in his devouring mouth.
“Mom, your flesh is so soft,” he finally exclaimed, raising his head from her loveliness. “And so white!!”
“Do you like mom’s flesh?” she asked, with a malicious smile.
“Mom, imagine your white tits disappearing into those black hands!!” Again he pointed his finger to the screen.
“Wowww. . . my large tits squeezed in some larger black hands. My dream’s coming true!” Carol said with a fake enthusiasm.
“Mommy, your boobs are fantastic!” Scott bounced her breasts in his palms, as though he was weighing them. “How big are these toys?”
“My sex starved son still doesn’t know his mom’s titty size?”
“I know, mom, but I love to hear from you!” The boy continued to maul the twin orbs.
“For your information, little perv, my boobs are the double D size! And for your information, too, you have to know that my gym trainer says they are the biggest miracle of gravity he has ever seen!”
“Your trainer? How does he know?” he asked suspiciously.
“Son, he has to know! He’s my masseur!”
“Masseur? Do you get full massage, at gym?”
“Also on your asscheeks?”
“Yes, on my naked tits! I’m all naked, for my masseur! And when, after the daily session, he carries me to the scales and sets me down, he says that most of my weight is in my tits and ass!”
The look in Scott’s face became dark and, in a voice that didn’t conceal his anger, he asked: “Who is he?”
“Dave. I’m sure you know him!”
“Dave who? “Rocky” Dave?”
“Yes, Scott. Rocky Dave, how they call him, for his massive frame. And I must say he’s very skilled!”
“That brawny stud with bulging biceps is very skilled? How can he be? He’s only twenty-five!” He was incredulous.
“Son, believe me! He’s young, but very very professional. When he rubs his hands over my body, I’m in heaven. And when he carries me in his big arms, I forget my age: he makes me feel like a little girl. Dave is very gentle with me: a very good friend!”
“Mom, you make me jealous, thinking about you and him together. And his hands all over your naked body!” He had spoken in a broken voice, as though he was starting to cry.
“No jealousy, honey! Not at all! Mom loves you, and you should know it! What other mom offers herself to her son, like I’m doing to you?” Her words were confirmed by a passionate kiss on his lips. At the same time she drove his hand to the small patch which covered her pubes.
“Play with me, baby,” she whispered in his ear. “Please, baby, please. . .”
Scott had already forgotten the bad thoughts. One hand still clasped around her tit, the fingers of the other hand slid inside her panties and reached the tender flesh. She helped him, spreading her legs.
He opened the outer lips and moved up until he found the protruding clit. His thumb flicked it, while two fingers worked her hole.
After a couple of minutes, she started moaning: “Yes, baby. . . yes. . . again, again!” Her pussy began leaking and a stream of hot juice gushed out, up in the air, like a little stream of piss.
Scott remembered Rudy’s story and his description of the bald fountaining cunt of the mature lady, the so called Nancy. “Like mom,” he thought, as a doubt crossed his mind. “Like mom, yes, but like most of the women,” he reassured himself; and mom was not the only one who shaved her pussy.
“We have to stop, son, before it’s too late!” Carol said, as she regained control of herself. “Dad is coming soonest and I don’t want him seeing us make love, honey! We’ll do it, I promise you, but not now.”
She dislodged herself from his embrace and stood up, in front of him.
“Forgive me, baby, but now I have to get dressed again. And you too!”
And with that, she kissed him gently, before getting out.
During the next two weeks, after these events, the incestuous relationship between mother and son continued till the intrusion of the group of fugitive convicts; sex starved, young, built like bulls, they captured the entire family and abused the mature housewife in any way. Especially John, an incredible tall giant, who had no trouble to submit the small woman, with his strength and powerful virility, to his lustful wishes. He forced her to accept, despite her much older age, the role of an obedient “child”, dominated by her “big daddy”. During most of the time she was cradled in his massive arms like a baby, while her son witnessed, with increasing arousement, the manipulation of the lovely mom and her sexual performances.
During the last session, John had forced Carol to admit, in details, her past infidelity: consequently Scott got to know that one of mom’s lovers had been a young boy, same age of himself.
This confession, together with some past events, including Rudy’s story about a sexual adventure with an older woman, had turned the first suspicion into a certainty: Rudy, his best friend, had fucked mom.
Indubitably Rudy was sexually attracted by Scott’s mom; Carol’s bikini top was the same model Rudy was keeping, as trophy, in his room; the house and poolside he had descripted in his story met with those of Carol; some attitudes of the woman were the same as Scott’s mom.
Rudy had told Scott that the woman, Nancy, was blonde and forty-seven aged; divorced and living alone. It was obvious to Scott, now, that Rudy had falsified these details; because he couldn’t say brutally to his friend: dude, I fucked your mother.
But when it happened? When mom had been alone? Now Scott remembered: four weeks before, mom sent him to Grandma and insisted for him to stay there also in the night. Reluctantly, he had obeyed.
Dad was not at home, because he was in visit to his daughter for three days.
And the two lovers had taken advantage of the opportunity.
But when mom and Rudy agreed for a date?
Certainly not in the street, after a car damage, as Rudy had said in his story.
Probably, few days before their fuck session: when Scott had caught them in a private conversation, immediately after the football team’s photos.
“He fucked the mother of his best friend! What a big son of a bitch!!” Scott thought about Rudy.
And the image of Helen came to his mind: the big titted Rudy’s mommy, with those huge bosoms, still lactating after the recent birth of the little Jimmy. What a better revenge than stick his cock in her plump body and fill up all her intimate holes? What a fun to handle those rich, soft, creamy melons and squeeze the fresh milk out of them! And drink it from the natural source of her nipples!!
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of some sweet familiar moans of pleasure.
Mom was still held up high in the air, but John had moved her to another position: now she sat on the crook of his left arm, her head resting on the hollow of his neck, like a sleeping child taken by an adult, one of her palms caressing his large shoulders. He had scooped her left tit into his free hand, and his tongue was playing with the wrinkled skin of a rosy areola: the lapping sound mixed with her moans of joy.
Scott watched in amazement at his mom, whose body was toyed with. Drunk with sex, after the incredible, endless fuck sessions during the last two days, she was, now, totally available to John’s lewd caresses.
“You love mom’s tits, don’t you?” the turned on boy asked the giant guy.
“Oh fuck yeah!!. . . I love them!” John exclaimed, raising his mouth from her flesh. “Much better if they were full of milk! I’d like to drink from these puppies!”
Had he read in Scott’s mind, when the boy had dreamt about Helen’s mammaries?
Carol turned her head to the big stud who was holding her, but before she could speak, he took her cheeks in his hand and voraciously kissed her lips and tongued her mouth.
Then he groped again her boob, as his thumb flicked the elongated nipple back and forth, like it was a switch.
“Did you give milk from these two udders?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy, I fed my babies!” was the obedient answer of the surrendered woman.
“Like a little cow?”
“Daddy. . . please!!”
“I want to know!” his hand increased the hold on the boob, making her moan in pain. “Like a little cow?”
“Yes, daddy, like a little cow,” she whispered.
“And you had lot of milk in these udders! Right?”
“Too much for only one sucker, right?”
“What do you mean?” Carol said in worry, figuring what he wanted to know.
“That you shared your milk with someone else than your baby!” he thundered in her face.
“Nnnooo. . . please. . . don’t speak to me like that!!” she cried up at him.
“You did it, slut! Don’t lie to me and don’t hide anything, or I’ll tear off this fucking nipple!” The tit nub was trapped between his fingers: Carol panicked.
“Yes. . . yes. . . I let my hubby suck on them!” she admitted.
“And then? Who else?” His fingers tightened around the pink morsel.
“A few others!”
“Yes. . . men!”
“Friends. . . from the neighborhood. . . we lived in another County. .”
“The little pet!! A milking cow! Were you a milking cow, baby? Did they milk you like a cow?”
“Daddy. . . ohhhhhhh. . . ohhhhhhh. . . don’t. . . yeeeessss. . . I was a cow, they milked me. . . like. . . a cow!!” She had tried to resist, but the pulling on her nipple was too much.
“Did they milk you dry, little child?”
“Yes. . . daddy. . . they milked me dry!” Now the woman was totally under his power: she was available, now, to whatever thing he ordered.
“How was your milk?” he asked unmercilessly.
“They said my milk was sweet and tasty!”
The woman was exhausted. Her captor had reached his target: to debase her in front of her son, take full charge of her body and her mind, have her ready to any further erotic game.
Scott, from his side, couldn’t believe what he heard. He was astonished. He had never imagined his mom was such a slutty bitch. Her confession had increased, more and more, his libido and the lustful desires to ravish her in any way, in any hole.
“Okay, little bimbo! Let’s go outside!” John said resolutely. “May be my friends want to feel these beautiful fleshy toys, before dinner! Follow me, dude, and enjoy the sight of your white mom being handled by two big black boys!”
And with that, he made for the pool, carrying Carol with him, like a ventriloquist carries his puppet. His hand was still firmly cupped around her left tit.
Scott followed them.
(To be continued)
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