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How Carol Got Her Groove Back

By: chaospez



This is my first attempt at erotic fiction although I have read hundreds of stories. The only editing it has received is while typing my handwritten text, so please be kind regarding grammatical errors. I welcome any comments and am particularly looking for tips on pacing and describing. If you are looking for quick mom/son action keep looking since this story builds up with lots of teasing and watching before any acton and no sex until next chapter. All characters that engage in sexual acts are over 18 in this story. Thanks and enjoy!!

Chapter 1: Getting In Shape With Mom

Brad Hendricks woke up slowly, stretching his lean muscular arms over his head and wondering why he did not smell coffee or bacon. Yawning and looking at the clock he realized his mom had not come in to wake him up at the usual time.

"Perhaps she is realizing I am a bit too old for that" the sandy-haired eighteen year old reasoned as he pulled a T-shirt over his sculpted chest. Years on the swim and track teams had given him a great body; tan and lean with taut fluid muscles. He pulled on tight boxer briefs and tried to adjust his thick member so it didn't make such a prominent bulge. He stepped into loose jeans and checked himself in the mirror. Good, it did not look like he was shoving socks in his crotch. His penis had recently experienced a growth spurt and jumped from 7 to 9 inches in one year. With swim season starting today, Brad was a little worried about how he would manage to hide his endowment in the tight spandex swim briefs the swim team wore.

Brad went downstairs and started up some coffee. He went down the hall and towards the master bedroom, hearing soft sobbing coming from behind the closed wooden door as he tapped on it.

"Mom it's already 8:20 are you OK?" Brad asked.

Carol Hendricks was not OK. The 38 year year old divorced mother of two was hunched over her bed crying into a pile of clothes. She knew she had been gaining weight over the years but this morning none of her clothes seemed to fit.

Carol had been standing naked, earlier this morning. Looking at herself in the mirror she was shocked. The once petite woman stood only 4'10" and possessed flaming red hair, falling in luxuriant curls around her freckled green-eyed face. These were all vestiges of her Irish heritage however her Italian blood prevented her from having pasty white skin and head to toe freckles. She possessed just a patch of pink freckles stretching across her nose and splashing both cheeks.

Carol had always had sizable breasts for a girl her size filling out a 34C bra nicely but for some reason a lot of her extra weight had gone to her tits and now she was struggling to make them fit into a 40DD bra! The tits now seemed to stretch her skin taut and each hung and swayed like a jiggling flesh pendulum. She would not have minded the expanded bust if her stomach and waist had not ballooned out as well.

Carol gasped as she turned around, her ass was once her pride and joy. Her previously firm and tight bubble-butt had exploded. She could easily fit her entire old ass into one of her new giant rippling cheeks. Her massive ass was still amazingly smooth with just a hint of cellulite where the mammoth butt-cheeks curved and met her meaty thighs. "If this keeps up I will have cottage cheese thighs" Carol thought to herself miserably.

Facing herself again she directed her gaze to her pussy. "Fire-crotch" came to mind as Carol looked at her flaming red bush. Wild and unruly it exploded from her crotch like a summer wildfire. She used to keep it trimmed, just a landing strip to entice her husband.

"Maybe I should trim it again and join a gym" Carol thought to herself. That is when it suddenly hit her. She did not have time or money. No time to exercise and no time for any kind of social life. All her time was spent working and caring for her boys. Even if she could get in shape, she would not have time to date. She began weeping, collapsing on the bed as she realized it would be 8 years before her youngest son was out of the house. 8 years before an appreciative male would see her naked. 8 torturous years before she would have any need to trim her pussy. 8 years to wait for the long, hard cock she had yearned for since her husband left. 

Hearing Brad knock on the door, Carol's maternal instincts kicked in and she immediately shook herself out of her reverie and put on a brave face for her child. "Oh, Brad Honey! I must have overslept, sorry about not making breakfast yet. Give me a few minutes and I will get bacon going".

"OK, Mom. I will go wake Joey up" Brad responded heading back upstairs towards his little brother's room. Brad had heard his mother's sobbing and had noticed that she had been really depressed lately. He had also noticed that she had really let herself go recently, she had never been a fitness freak but she had always kept in good shape. Brad had made a good chunk of money working construction over the summer and had been considering getting a home gym. Nothing too fancy just some dumbbells and a bow-bend machine. He wondered if his mom would use it if he got one, and if that would improve her mood.

Brad brought up the idea over breakfast later that morning. 

"Oh, Honey! That would be convenient. I haven't joined the gym because I don't have the time to drive across town, but having something right in the house would fix that. They are expensive though honey, are you sure you can afford it?" Carol asked.

"Sure Mom, the gym at school sucks and is always broken or closed so I was planning on getting one anyways. You could use it too and put some muscles on you squirt" Brad said glancing at his brother Joey. He followed his younger siblings gaze and realized his mother's bulky bathrobe had fallen open at the top and her bulging cleavage was exposed. He felt mesmerized by the jiggling exposed tops of his mother's sizable jugs. The twin orbs were rippling as she cut up a piece of bacon. He and his brother looked up just as she did narrowly escaping being caught gawking at their own mother's ta-tas. Carol began clearing dishes as the boys rushed to catch the school bus.

A couple of weeks later Brad had fully assembled the gym in the spacious laundry room. It was a Saturday morning so Brad and his mom had gone into the gym after coffee and breakfast. Brad wore his swimming spandex and an old wife-beater. he had grown accustomed to the bulging crotch of his spandex and had gotten comfortable with the envious glares of guys and the lustful gazes of females. He had not had a public match yet though, so his mother had no idea that his penis had blossomed in the past year and grown two inches. He was surprised to see his mom in a thick, dingy Grey sweatsuit.

"Mom if you are trying to sweat off the weight we can go jogging in that but you might want to dress more comfortably for lifting weights. Don't you have any workout clothes?" Brad asked.

"Yes, Bradley but it is a lot smaller err... well truthfully I am a lot bigger and it barely fits. Anyways I think sweating will help me lose more weight.

"Alright, well suit yourself." Brad responded. "Since we are at home I figured I would be more comfortable."

They began working out with Brad performing an exercise to show his mom how it was done and her following him. Carol had never noticed the bulge in her son's spandex before and she tried to push it out of her mind as she watched him doing the exercises. She also had not realized how sculpted he had become. He had always been athletic and lean but now her little boy was muscular and looked cut from stone. She told herself to stop ogling her own son but watching him exercise started to get to the single mother. It had been years since she had watched a half-naked hunk sweating and straining in front of her. She felt her nipples hardening and despite a flash of guilt, she felt long buried desires begin to stir within her.

"My god he is as big as John was hard and he is soft!" Carol thought to herself, comparing her son to her ex-husband. She could not help it as she watched Brad demonstrating squats and the spandex of his briefs clearly outlined his limp but sizable manhood. She looked up at his face in an effort to drive the image of his sausage out of her mind and concentrated on what he was saying. She could not ignore the moisture developing in her long neglected pussy.

"It really depends on how you hold your weight but squats will either make your butt smaller or sculpt it." Brad explained as his mother returned her attention to him. He noticed she looked quite flushed and sweaty. "Jeez mom, you look like you are about to pass out. Are you sure you don't want to get more comfortable. One of the advantages of a home gym is no one is going to judge you here."

Carol realized she was sweating heavily and quite flushed, both from the exercises in her sweat-suit but also from the excitement of looking at her son. She did feel overdressed next to her near naked son.

"Alright then, but no rude comments buster." Carol said as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head quickly, causing her huge breasts to bounce frantically and very nearly escape her tiny gym top. The top was basically a brightly colored athletic bra a few sizes too small. The creamy white skin of her bosom was pouring out of the tight top and still jiggling and shaking from the sudden unveiling. Beads of sweat were dripping off the twin globes. There was more exposed tit than covered and her large and hard nipples showed through like two buttons, leaving very little to the imagination. The bra cut into her breast a bit painfully and she wished she could exercise topless, maybe when she was alone.

Shucking off her grey sweatpants revealed black and pink booty shorts, or they were booty shorts back when Carol did not have such a mega booty. She had loved these shorts because they molded to her firm butt and still allowed it to "pop" out. Now her large thighs pushed the legs of the shorts up and her belly pushed down, compressing the shorts to just a triangle of fabric covering her mound. Actually almost covered, Carol blushed beet red as she realized a few strands of her flaming red pubic hair were peeking out. She quickly turned around and put her sweats on top of the dryer in the corner of the room while tucking in the rebellious curls, hoping Brad hadn't noticed her unruly hairs.

Carol could hear Brad gasp as she turned around. Her butt had swallowed all but a small amount of fabric in the back and her booty shorts looked more like a thong bikini bottom. Her twin globes of ass shook and trembled like she was performing in a booty shake contest just from taking a few steps to the dryer. The creamy flesh rolled in opposite directions and then came careening back together sending waves rippling across both cheeks. They then shuddered and bobbled around eventually settling down just as she turned around. She had to chuckle at the sight that greeted her.

Brad stood there in a daze with his mouth hanging open. He looked like the wolf from those old cartoons whose jaw would hit the floor and whose tongue would come rolling out whenever a beautiful woman passed by. Carol walked up to her son, her enormous boobs quaking with each movement. She gently crooked her finger under his chin and closed his mouth. She looked deeply into his eyes as she said:

"If you are trying to make a joke it is not funny, otherwise..." and her voice dropped to a sexy whisper "I am your mother so settle down."

Despite what Carol had said, Brad found her bedroom eyes and the way she lowered her voice to a husky whisper as she said the last part strangely seductive. He already had a "semi" from her display of quivering flesh and he felt his cock continue to grow until, he realized with horror, it was pressing into his mother"s bare leg. Carol noticed something very hot hardening against her leg and looked down to see her son's snake slowly uncoiling against her.

"Oh how embarrassing, my boy has a hard-on for his mama. But what a hard-on!" Carol thought as she unconsciously licked her lips.

Brad noticed Carol's gaze drop down to his crotch and saw her eyes widen. She got a very hungry look of lust in her eyes and her slender tongue trailed a shining string of saliva across her plump pink lips. His cock gave a lurch and he looked down to see it rising, steadily pressing into the supple flesh of his mother's thigh. As his gaze returned to Carol's face he was surprised to see not anger or shame but a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and a playful smile on her lips.

The sudden unexpected tension between them was broken as the laundry room door opened. Mother and son stepped apart in shock as Brad's little brother Joey entered the room. Brad quickly turned away, hoping to hide the circus tent that had been raised in his briefs.

"Here you guys are! Can I play too?" Joey asked.

Carol looked flush still and struggled to respond, but Brad jumped in with "Sure, squirt! Do you know hot to do push-ups?" He fell to the floor both to demonstrate and to hide his erection from Joey until he could get it back under control. Joey watched for a few seconds but then looked up at his mother.

"Wow, Mom! Are you going swimming?" Joey asked, too young to not stare unabashedly at his mother's breasts as they overflowed her tiny gym top.

"No, silly we didn't put in a pool. People don't wear a lot when they work out so they can move and sweat easily. Also mommie's gym clothes will fit better once she gets in shape," responded Carol noticing where her son's gaze rested. "Joey look at a woman's eyes when she is talking to you not her chest! Especially your mother."

Joey's eyes reluctantly left Carol's chest and rose to meet her eyes. He blushed a little and went back to watching Brad. The sexual tension had broken and the happy family continued to work out although both boys had trouble keeping from getting caught watching their mother's jiggling, exposed flesh. Carol noticed their discrete looks but rather than being angry she felt flattered. It felt good to tease a little and to see the lustful stares of young men caused by her again, even if they were her sons.

Chapter 2: Results & Memories

The day in the gym increased Carol's confidence as well as her desire to get her hot body back. She began exercising every other day and results were quick. She began losing weight incredibly fast. She wondered if Brad was embarrassed about the day in the gym, since he seemed to use the gym only when she wasn't home. Joey on the other hand was a constant companion along with his unsubtle leering as she worked out. She came up from a sit up to find him sitting between her legs intently studying the crotch of her gym shorts. Glancing down she saw that her sweat had formed a prominent camel toe below the puff of her flaming bush. She had to mention to him that it was rude to stare at a woman so blatantly, but he looked so shocked and disappointed that she wished she hadn't mentioned it.

Carol couldn't help but notice that Joey was coming along nicely in the manhood department as his 6-inch bulge was almost constantly erect around her. Unlike Brad's impressive bulge, she found her youngest child's displays more cute than exciting ans she assumed his fascination with his mother was just another stage on the path to maturity. That Oedipus complex they talk about in Psychology, a rather alarming but common and natural desire many boys have. Brad often had a woody around her as well, but she chalked that up to the teen's overactive hormones. She remembered that in her teens she was so worked up that the mere sight of a boy licking his lips in first period would keep her kitten wet all day. It would not be long before Brad's interests would move on to big-tittied cheerleaders and svelte gymnasts and his mother would be forgotten. She did find the attention flattering and even found herself occasionally teasing her boys to get an ego boost. This would include anything from wearing a short skirt and thong while bending over unnecessarily to rubbing up against Brad's ever present bulge as they passed in the hallway. 

Six months had passed since Carol had stood in front of her bedroom mirror weeping at how out of shape she was. Now she stood in front of that mirror with a huge grin on her face. The 4'10" mom had lost almost all of her extra weight. Her stomach was flat and hard enough to bounce a quarter off. Her arms and legs were toned and defined with luscious biceps and calves. To Carol's surprise there were two areas where she could not seem to remove much weight at all. Her swaying tits and bulging ass.

Exercising had seemed to raise her tits and cause them to really bulge out from her chest stretching her creamy skin taut and causing her thumb-sized nipples to seem constantly erect. They were standing up proudly now rising a full inch from her perfectly round aerolas, each slightly smaller than a silver dollar. She squeezed the sensitive bundles of nerves sending a wave of pleasure straight to her glistening snatch. 

Carol fondly remembered when she was nursing and able to squeeze thick, warm, streams of mother's milk from her twin jugs. They had almost reached their current size during her second pregnancy and her ex-husband, Paul,had gone crazy over her tits. They became sore with his constant squeezing and jiggling. Her ex had eventually convinced her to let him nurse during her second pregnancy. He had suggested it while she carried Brad but she had adamantly refused stating she needed all her milk for the baby and the act seemed perverted anyway. In truth she had noticed that while nursing Brad she would frequently become very aroused. Her nipples had always been a direct line to turning her on and as Brad's tiny hands groped her sensitive nipples and he rhythmically sucked, she would always end up with a steaming, dripping wet pussy staining the chair she nursed in. It took all her willpower to keep from fingering herself senseless during these sessions and she knew if she let her hubby further sexualize the experience she would not be able to resist.

She was more open sexually by the time she was stuffed full of baby Joey. She submitted to her raging pregnancy hormones and let Paul continue to nail her to the mattress until just a few days before her due date. Paul had a pregnancy fetish and he just got more riled up as she got bigger. He also became super caring and waited on her hand and foot. As a reward, a few weeks before she was due, once she was lactating, she gave her husband a special treat and told him he could nurse. Paul's face lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning and he ripped off her clothes in record time. As she had feared, once he latched on an incredibly erotic sensation overwhelmed her body. Paul was a lot rougher than Brad had been, kneading her swollen globes and shaking them to slosh the milk inside around. After just a few minutes of sucking Paul was so worked up he was humping her leg like an over-excited terrier. Carol's pussy was positively flooding and she could feel a puddle forming on the bed beneath her. She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head off her swollen red nipple. Looking into his eyes she saw they were dreamy and glazed over with lust.

"Ram it into me Paul. I need it bad, plunge my pregnant pussy baby. This is soooo good!" Carol pleaded with him.

Paul wasted no time, climbing in between her legs and slamming his 6" rod as deep as it would go. His belly rested against Carol's glistening baby ball, at over 8 months her belly was smooth and distended, looking like a balloon stuffed with a beach ball. As he watched his prick slide in and out of his wife's sopping pussy Paul noticed her belly move. He watched, amazed, as a lump formed and moved around. It was the arm or leg of his unborn son deep in Carol's womb. Carol moaned "Oh I think he is saying hi to his daddy!" 


How Carol Got Her Groove Back Ch. 02



Thank you for all the comments! As my first story I will admit that this is a fantasy that caters to my fetishes. My intent is not to be realistic but to hopefully turn people on who share those fetishes. This short chapter has no actual incest but plenty of mom/son roleplaying as Carol and her black lover have sex and Carol's son Brad watches. Next chapter returns more to the story of the first few chapters and will be up soon. I hope my depiction of a black man doesn't offend anyone. 

Chapter 5: Date Night

Brad lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his long prick painfully erect and his balls swollen. His date with Amy, a busty cheerleader, had almost been great. Amy was 6 feet tall, taller than Brad liked, but he had asked her out because she had some of the biggest tits in school. She was one of the more popular girls but was notorious for being a picky bitch. Her full melons filled out a sweater so nicely though and her long blond hair dyed pink just at the tips, looked like honey. 

Brad had noticed her eyeing his cock in swim class and got up the courage to ask her out. He was a little surprised when she quickly agreed. They had gone to see a movie and Amy had let Brad feel her up in the theater. When he hesitantly mentioned that he had the house to himself that night, she eagerly agreed to go home with him.

Brad and Amy quickly got hot and heavy at Brad's house. Brad was enjoying oozing handfuls of Amy's ripe, young titties. Amy reached between them and undid his fly. When Amy gripped his rock-hard shaft he groaned in pleasure as Amy squealed in shock.

"What the fuck, Brad. This thing is massive!" Amy said as she pulled his cock out. "Jesus, how come you weren't this big in your swim trunks? You looked like the perfect size." Amy said looking at his pulsing rod in fear.

"I don't get hard in swim class." Brad replied. His giant dick did look even bigger than usual, over 9 inches long and covered in bulging veins. The smooth helmet jerked slightly as a creamy white drop of pre-cum oozed out of his piss slit.

Amy suddenly got up putting her bra back on. "I am sorry Brad but I am not putting that thing inside me. It is too big." 

"Wait... What the fuck! You can't be serious, I heard you had a thing for big dicks." Brad said sitting on his bed with his huge rod jutting out of his crotch watching in dismay as the teen princess pulled her shirt back on.

"I do, why do you even think I am here? But that thing is a fucking foot long, it would tear me apart. NO WAY. I tried that shit with a black guy two years ago and it hurt like hell. NO WAY!" Amy said turning to leave.

"Wait, you can't just leave me like this, at least give me a blowjob!" Brad pleaded. 

"No way, that's how Alfonso ended up fucking me. You better just do what he did and find some 40 year old with a pussy wide enough to handle that monster. Sorry Brad "Amy said as she closed the door.

Amy left Brad in his current predicament, gripping his cock alone with a bad case of blue balls. As Brad began to slowly jerk his prick he tried to think of Amy and other girls at school: the busty ones, the volleyball players with big asses, the tiny Asian students that looked so delicate. Try as he might to keep her out, there was one woman kept creeping into Brad's fantasies. She had all he wanted in one package. As Bard sought relief, gripping his long, burning pole his thoughts fixated on his tiny busty mom and her incredible bubble-butt. He replayed the incredible experience in the gym that morning as his hand began to fly up and down on his rod. 

Suddenly Brad heard the front door open. "Mom's home" he thought. He heard feminine giggling and something being knocked over, "and drunk". Then Brad heard a deep male voice speaking quietly. "And with a guy!" brad thought suddenly interested. Did his mom bring a guy home to screw, Brad wondered. As far as Brad knew, his mother, Carol had not been with a guy since she divorced his father six years ago. She had certainly never brought a man home while he was here.

He lay in bed listening as his mother and the mystery man made drinks and small talk. He soon heard his mom coming up the stairs bumping into the wall as she went. He heard her open the door to Joey's room and heard the light click as she verified that her youngest son was at a sleepover. The light clicked off and the door closed as Brad heard his mom walk towards his door. Carol gently opened the door and Brad heard her whisper "Honey, are you sleeping?" Brad kept his eyes closed and didn't respond figuring that his mom would be more likely to do something sexy if she thought he was asleep.

"Sweet dreams" Carol whispered. As she closed the door he barely heard her mutter under her breath "Thank God!" 

Brad heard her head back downstairs and soon her girlish giggle was accompanied by a baritone chuckle. He could hear them enter her bedroom and then it got quiet. Brad lay there with his dick still stiff and craving attention. He had just been fantasizing about his mother massaging his dick with her plump, supple ass so he rationalized that listening at her door would not be any worse. He dimly remembered Carol and his father going at it, they did not have sex often but were rather loud when they did, especially his mother.

Brad gently slid out of bed and crept down the carpeted hall. He slowly made his way down the stairs stepping close to the wall to avoid creaks. He heard a giggle as he padded silently down the hall to his mother's room and realized it was not muffled by a door. She had left her door open! Brad listened, standing right outside his mother's room but not able to be seen or see inside.

"You can't keep your hands off these can you?" Brad heard his mother ask, slurring a little and obviously rather drunk.

"You damn right, them some tit ol biggies and I haven't ever seen a booty this big on a lil white chick. I want to see you shake it baby, stand up." Brad noticed that although a puddle of light bathed the hallway right outside his mother's bedroom, the short hall leading into the bathroom across from her room was still in total darkness. Brad was pretty sure he could get a good view into his mom's room from there without anyone being able to see him.

"Oh fuck yeah. Get low baby. Ass up, face down, bend a little more" the man said as Brad slid silently into the dark bathroom hall. Brad barely avoided gasping at the sight before him. 

Brad's mother's bedroom was bathed in bright light from the ceiling and also from a reading lamp. The lamp had a high-power bulb that mimicked natural sunlight and its flexible neck was twisted so that it shined on his mother like a spotlight. Sitting on the bed was a large man. The man was dressed nicely with a sharply cut goatee and a bald head. The man was 6'6" and black as coal. Brad was surprised to see Carol with a black man since he had never even seen her talk to a black man. She was not racist; there were just very few black people in the town. The man fondled a tube like bulge in his dress slacks as he watched Brad's mother perform for him.

Brad had not seen his mom leave for her date and although her and his father used to go out often, he had never seen her wear something so revealing. She wore heavy makeup; her plump cherry red lips glistened and sparkled madly in the bright light. Her artfully applied eye shadow glinted purple, blue, or green as the light hit it differently. This combined with her long dark eyelashes to give her those "bedroom eyes" that men love. Her fiery red hair was tied up in a complex and beautiful bun; however it looked like she had danced a lot that night because much of it was loose and on the verge of coming undone.

Carol wore a red dress cut in a very deep V in the front, showing a huge amount of cleavage as well as revealing the lacy black bra straining to contain her melons. The dress looked too short to fully cover the creamy white cheeks of her bubble butt.

Currently the dress had ridden up to Carol's waist as she was bent over facing away from the black man and shaking her ass at him. She wore a black thong but the string disappeared into the deep crevice between her bobbling cheeks. Ripples flowed over her trembling ass cheeks, which currently looked like two giant balloons overstuffed with pudding.

"Bend those knees, that's it. Put your whole body into it" ordered the black man as he took off his shirt.

Carol really started to get into her performance, rotating her hips and bending her knees deep, sending her big ass flying. The cheeks began to smack together with a loud clap.

"Oohhh yeah, make it clap baby! Make that booty talk to me!" the man howled. 

Carol laughed, continuing to wave her bubble butt at her audience of one (or so she thought). She gave a few great heaves of her ass and then stood still, letting her meaty ass swing around and smack into itself, eventually settling down until her white cheeks were just barely trembling . 

"Shhhh, my son is asleep upstairs. Keep it down" Carol said as she turned around and started kneading her bulging mounds of tit-flesh through the scarlet dress.

"So, what do I care if he wakes up?" the man said not lowering his volume.

"I have to stop if he wakes up. I am his mother" Carol replied matter of factly while continuing to fondle her round breasts through her dress. She stepped close to the man and shaked her titties right in his face.

The man's hand shot out and slid beneath her panties. "Please! I felt how wet you were in the club and you still flowing like the amazon. Face it baby, you need it bad. I bet your boy could walk right in here while we was boning and you wouldn't even slow down. I sure as fuck wouldn't, that sounds kind a hot" the man laughed. "Now take off that dress and show me them big ol titties" the man directed.

"Don't be sick Jerome, it is bad enough I took you home on our first date" Carol said as she shimmied out of her dress causing her bra encased knockers to sway and bounce heavily. Carol's alcohol fogged mind actually agreed a little with Jerome, especially after her lust-filled morning with her son in the gym, but she certainly was not going to tell her new lover this.

"Damn, baby! Gravity has been kind to you. Those are real right? They ain't ever that big on a tiny girl like you."

"Yes, they are. I would not have made them this big! They weren't always this big either; I told you I lost a lot of weight recently right? Well for some reason I could not lose any of the weight I gained on my tits and ass" Carol responded as she unsnapped her bra. Her big white melons bounced around her chest after being freed from their confines. They were perfectly round and amazingly perky, jutting out proudly from her chest. Each flawless alabaster orb was capped by a large, thick pink nipple standing at attention. Carol gave each nipple a tweak and put her shoulders back thrusting her big tits out. She shook her shoulders sending jiggling boobie flying everywhere.

Jerome let his tongue hang out and nearly drooled while Carol excitedly shook her tits at him. "The reason you couldn't lose that weight is god would not destroy perfection" Jerome replied shoving his pants down to his ankles. His boxers had quite a tent but Brad, still hidden in the shadows, was surprised to see that his own cock was probably bigger. With all he had heard about black man he had expected to see a foot long snake between Jerome's legs.

Get over here and let me suck on those fun bags" Jerome said. Carol obeyed straddling his lap and sliding her steaming crotch up against his rigid manhood while leaning back and offering her shining tits to him. The petite stacked redhead was now clad only in black 8-inch heels, white stockings and hanging gold earrings while she sat astride the giant black man's lap as he began eagerly sucking her swollen teats.

Brad had been standing in the dark just lightly gripping his pole but now he let his briefs slide down to the floor as he began jacking his swollen member. He had a fantastic view from the bathroom hall and could not believe he was about to watch his mom fuck a big black guy.

Carol squirmed her big ass all over Jerome while he sucked hard on her swollen nipples as if he were trying to coax milk out of her big jugs. He kneaded the big tits roughly, squeezing until the creamy flesh poured out between his fingers.

"Pretend I am your little boy, nursing on these fat milk-sacks" Jerome panted with a chuckle.

"Stop it!" Carol said slapping his cheek lightly. She shoved her burning quim harder against Jerome's bulge as she said it though. The taboo nature of what he was saying was starting to get Carol going. She began moaning and grinding her slick, panty encased mound along his steel hard shaft.

"Your mouth says no but your pussy says yes" Jerome said while lightly biting Carol's nipple and eliciting a squeal from the busty little firecracker. She continued to grind on his lap as Jerome nursed on her bulging tits. His comment had excited Carol, as her drunken mind did not have strong morals. She let herself go, sawing her sopping pussy up and down her stud's prick and smashing her swollen clit against his mushroom head. This sent electric jolts through her body and combined with the pleasure emanating from her nipples, starting carol on the path to an incredible orgasm.

This roleplaying, although instigated by Jerome, excited Carol on several levels. Mainly because of her erotic encounter with Brad in the gym that morning but also because breastfeeding had always been something that Carol was ashamed of being aroused by. Her breast had always been sensitive and a sure way to get her pussy dripping was to play with or suck her swollen nubs. This sensitivity increased tenfold during both her pregnancies and she was quite embarrassed to find that she could not help but get hot and bothered every time Joey needed a feeding. Her pussy would get so wet she would have to put a towel down before she nursed or risk staining the chair. She started to notice Joey would rub his penis while nursing not masturbating but just fondling it. She consulted her doctor and he said this was common and that arousal during feeding was nothing to be worried about. He said it was just a natural effect of the intense bonding experience.

Jerome hungrily mouthed Carol's nipples, getting the slope of her breasts dripping with saliva and coated in spit. Her pussy was steaming and her juices were really starting to flow as Jerome nursed hungrily on her swollen nipples. "Oh baby, yes suck my titties" she whispered lustily.

"Suck on whose titties baby? Come on play with me now; let me hear you say it. Mommy."

"What?" Carol panted. "No, that's wrong. We shouldn't" she protested while at the same time grinding her sopping pussy, covered by only the thin silk of her panties all over Jerome's bucking black rod.

Jerome stopped sucking and grabbed Carol by the shoulders, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "Listen baby, I really like you. You are built for fucking and you know it, but I love to role-play in the bedroom and you have to be down for that too or this just isn't going to work."

"But I can't, I mean he is my son. How am I supposed to face him if we... you know. I don't want that" Carol replied.

"Bullshit I felt your pussy crush my dick when I told you to pretend I was him. You want this and you know it but if you can't admit it I might as well just leave now" Jerome said while reaching for his shirt.

"No!" Carol wailed. "You don't understand how long it has been. I need your dick. You can't leave" she looked on the verge of tears.

"Then you know what to say" Jerome responded looking at her expectantly.

"OK" carol said admitting defeat. She rationalized that she could blame her indiscretion on the booze later and part of her, a part of Carol that she normally did not listen to, really wanted this after the experience with her eldest son Brad.

"Suck on my titties baby-boy. Suck on your mommy's fat titties. Mmmmm. Squeeze my milk out son" Carol said as she thrust her glistening fun bags back into Jerome's face. He groaned in pleasure while latching back onto her dripping teat. Carol almost thought she heard a moan in the hall as well. Glancing to the right she noticed that she had been too tipsy to remember to shut the door. She saw nothing in the hall though and returned her focus to Jerome devouring her.

Brad stood in the darkness, cum dripping from his hand onto the carpet as he stood struggling to catch his breath. Seeing his mom act out Jerome's twisted fantasy (which matched Brad's) was too much for him and he had cum all over himself. He was unable to contain a groan and his mother had looked straight at him but apparently had not seen him in the shadows. 

"Get that big mommy ass on the bed, I want to nail you to the mattress" Jerome grunted as he easily lifted Carol off his lap and placed the little curvy woman on the floor. He stood and stepped out of his boxers. He revealed a somewhat thin but long black pole. Perfectly straight and 8 inches long, Jerome's cock belched out a glob of pre-cum. Carol licked her lips hungrily as she eyed Jerome's vein covered circumcised penis.

"Hold on, I have been dreaming of this moment" Carol said. She very slowly pulled down her tiny black G-string unveiling her bright red landing strip to Jerome's appreciative eyes. Carol had trimmed it just that morning in hopes that she would soon have a man to enjoy it. 

"Fuck yeah, a god-damn fire crotch! Lay down baby and I am going to feast on that pussy" Jerome said as he tossed Carol onto the bed.

Carol squealed with delight. She absolutely loved being eaten out but her ex-husband had hated doing it, treating it like a chore that he would only perform on special occasions. Jerome crawled between her legs and the sound of a very wet pussy being sloppily eaten out filled the room.

"Oh yes baby, eat it for me. Eat my pussy" Carol yelled, forgetting to be quiet for her sleeping son. "Shove that tongue deep between my lips. Now suck on my clit" Carol instructed as she wrapped her legs around Jerome's head, using her heels to push his head deep into her juicy pussy.

It didn't take long for Carol to go off like a firework. She locked her heels around the back of Jerome's head and rode his face while screaming in ecstasy. She smothered the big man's head in pussy, bucking and grinding against him as she came down off her orgasm.

Jerome stood up and kicked off his shoes as he said "Normally I would make you gag on my cock, but I am fired up enough already so I am just gonna go straight to the fucking. Now spread that big momma pussy open, your big boy is coming home!"

Brad stood in the darkness of the hall still, jerking his renewed erection with cum dripping off his fingers from his previous orgasm. He had a clear view of his mother's marital bed as she lay back and spread her legs wide. He could see the pink gash of her glistening kitten, it looked soaked and steaming. Her narrow path of copper curls pointed the way to paradise. Brad watched as the giant form of Jerome crawled between his petite and curvy mother's legs. Jerome's ebony rod was fully erect and pulsing, although not as big as Brad's it was still quite an impressive prick. As the black stud lined up his veiny weapon with his mother's needy sheath, Brad took a couple steps closer transfixed and wanting a closer view. Brad watched as the black man slipped on a condom and remarked "If we stay together you are getting on the pill because I can't stand rubbers."

Carol felt the fat bell end of Jerome's manhood sliding along the outer lips of her drenched clamshell. His smooth knob stirred a slippery mix of pre-cum and pussy juice and he used his fist to coat his shaft with the natural lube as he prepared to enter Carol. Thick strings of viscous fluid connected the couples steaming genitals as Jerome pulled back preparing to ram the middle-aged mother panting and dripping sweat beneath him. With a satisfied grunt he sank his entire shaft into Carol's pussy. He felt like he had just shoved his cock into a vice of molten butter. It was impossibly tight and radiated heat like a furnace on full blast.




How Carol Got Her Groove Back Ch. 02



Carol screamed like a teeny-bopper getting her cherry popped. She had been about to warn Jerome to be gentle with her when he slammed his pole balls deep in one brutal lunge. Carol felt like she had just lost her virginity, not only had it been almost a decade since anything besides her fingers had been up her tight cunt but her ex-hubby's penis had been 6 inches around and a little bigger than a sharpie around. Carol had been satisfied with him; she had only had a couple men before her ex-husband Paul and thought he had a big penis.

Carol realized now she had been wrong. Jerome's swollen pole was 8 steel hard inches and just as thick as Paul. Jerome was sliding into parts of her pussy that Paul had never touched and stretching her long unused pussy almost painfully around his thick black member. Jerome was touching parts of carol that had only been touched twice before, during childbirth.

Initially Jerome's pricks invasion of Carol's micro-pussy was painful and Carol screamed out "FUCK! Slow down and be gentle with me. It's been a long time." 

Jerome did not slow or let up. "I don't do gentle bitch!" Jerome responded slamming into the gasping housewife and leaning down to lick the sweat off her glistening face. He got an evil glint in his eye and then did back off and slow down "although, your little boy doesn't want to hurt his mother. If you tell me how much mommy wants her son's dick I might be nicer. "

Carol had forgotten about Jerome's sick fantasy but now she felt shame as her pussy flooded in response to him pretending to be her son. Even though he was a huge black man and couldn't possibly be her son he was unlocking a fetish that Carol had never acknowledged or accepted and it was kicking her already high libido into overdrive.

"Oh fuck yes, mommy has wanted your cock for so long but you are a big boy now. Go slow. Feel how mommy's pussy stretches around your big tool? That's it you are going to make your mommy cum" Carol said as Jerome slid his black rod in and out of the white mother's obscenely stretched vagina.

Carol had always enjoyed sex with her ex-husband and he was usually able to get her off before he came. She had never had a big dick before though, and as Jerome's fat prick probed her insides she was beginning to realize that sex could feel better than she had ever imagined.

"Get on your hands and knees, mommy. I want you to really feel me" Jerome said as he helped the mother get into the doggy style position, facing the door. Her jiggling tits bounced together as she moved. Jerome stood behind Carol taking in the fit woman's wide and curved bubble butt and her fat pussy below it dripping her juices onto the mattress.

"Damn, I still can't believe a little woman like you got such a big booty" Jerome remarked giving Carol's ass a slap that sent the flesh rippling. He dug his hands into the pillowy softness of Carol's ass and slid his Johnson deep into her hot box. The bedroom filled with the sound of Jerome's pelvis smacking into the round globes of Carol's smooth ass.

The mother was having the time of her life, she was drunk and horny. The fantasy of fucking her son was making her extra horny and she was finally getting the pounding she had wanted for too many years. Her long red hair hung along her sweaty, glistening body and stuck to her face as she pushed back to meet the thrusts of the grunting black stud pounding her pussy from behind. Carol had not realized sex could feel this good; her ex Paul had never filled her so completely, penetrated her so deeply, or stretched her cunt so exquisitely. She was a size queen who had never had a big dick and now the one pounding into her needy pussy was driving her towards the biggest orgasm she had ever had.

"Fuck me! Pound that mommy pussy you dirty big-dicked motherfucker! Pound it baby, how does your prick feel now that it's jammed back in the cunt it came from?" Carol yelled losing herself to her lover's fantasy.

"Fuck yeah mommy! I love fucking this juicy pussy, it feels so good wrapped around my python. Use that pussy to massage me mama! Squeeze my cock with your twat!" Jerome said as he grabbed a big handful of her copper locks and yanked her head back forcing her to arch her torso up. This thrust her tits out and they went crazy, the two firm titties flew around in circles and her pink nipples were incredibly erect stretching a full inch from her deep pink areola. Jerome leaned down and bit Carol's shoulder as he felt his balls tingling with his impending orgasm.

Jerome's dirty talk and his rough treatment of her brought Carol to the brink. Thinking of her son banging into her wet pussy and feeling Jerome's bite sent her over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm. She started screaming and convulsing on the end of Jerome's thick log. She became an incoherent mess for a full minute as she gasped and jerked herself around on Jerome's prick.

"Fuck Yes. Pound your mother, hurt me Brad! Beat my poor twat with your huge dick. Fuck your mom Brad! Pound the pussy you came out of!" Carol screamed out now fully engrossed in her role and pretending it was her eldest son's cock plugging her pussy. Carol gasped and struggled for breath as her pussy continued to spasm and gush juices around Jerome's pistoning prick.

"Aaaarrghh! Take it momma; take my son sperm down into your womb. You slut mommy, feel me fill you with cum!" Jerome screamed as he pulled her up to meet his deepest thrust and rope after rope of thick cum filled the condom to almost bursting. Jerome collapsed to the side as the force of his orgasm drained him completely. Carol stayed in the doggy position, beads of sweat dripping off her heavy hanging tits as she panted and slowly regained her breath. As she opened her eyes she looked through the door in front of her and could not believe what she saw.

There, standing just inside the light cast by the bedroom was the boy she had just envisioned filling her pussy. Her eldest son Brad stood there staring at her with eyes glazed over with lust. His pants were around his ankles and he gripped his slowly deflating prick. Drops of cum dripped from the large bell end of his dong. Carol felt her pussy spasm a few final times as she took in the sight.

Brad had been too engrossed in the torrid fucking between his mother and her new lover to notice that he had stepped out of the shadows and into the light. His mother had turned to face him when she had assumed the doggy position and he loved the way she looked as she got roughly dicked. He had started to fantasize that it was him not Jerome pounding into his busty mother. When Carol began actually calling out his name as she climaxed he came powerfully onto the carpet. As he came down from his orgasm and stared at his mother's gently swaying udders. He looked up to see her eyes locked on his with a look of shock, and a little lust, etched on her face. Brad suddenly realized he was caught and he was terrified. He quickly pulled up his pants and fled to the safety of his room.

To Be Continued...

I welcome comments but please try to be constructive with criticism. If you like it let me know. The next chapter returns to Carol teasing her son one-on-one, although Jerome and Carol continue role-playing later in the story as well. Thanks for reading!



How Carol Got Her Groove Back Ch. 03



Getting Off With Mom

Sorry for the inconsistency in chapters but Literotica labels what I had envisioned as "parts" as chapters so I will re-organize a little and change now to avoid any confusion. What was originally chapter 6 is now chapter 3. The second part of this story was more interracial than incest so it was placed in that category instead. This chapter is short and to the point but still just a tease. Brad and Carol will do the deed I assure you but not quite all the way in this chapter.



Carol and Brad avoided each other after the events of that night. Brad was of course embarrassed about being caught spying on his mom having sex and masturbating to the sight. Carol was mortified that her son had heard her role-playing that her lover, Jerome, was Brad her son. She knew he must have heard her screaming his name as she came, lost in the fantasy. Living in the same house it was pretty hard not to run into each other though and after only a couple of days Carol decided to put an end to it. She got up the courage to talk to her son but could not find him until she heard him working out in the gym. She decided she should work out too, that way she could bring the subject up gradually rather than bursting through the door and accusing her son. The gym could also be locked, insuring that Brad's little brother Joey would not interrupt them again as Carol certainly did not want him to realize what was going on. She went to change quickly.

Brad froze as Carol entered the gym, noticing that she locked the door behind her. He couldn't help but admire her round ass squeezed into too her small booty shorts and notice that her legs were getting toned and her calves were really well defined. He struggled to make eye contact as she turned back around and not to focus on her heavy and large tits jostling around in an undersized athletic bra. The bra smashed her tits down a bit but also squeezed them together creating and exposing an obscene amount of milky white cleavage.

"Hi honey. You don't mind if I work out with you, do you?" Carol asked as she tied her long red hair back in a sporty ponytail. This thrust her chest out putting her ripe melons on full display.

"Uhhhh, yeah. No problem mom, you know I like working out with you" Brad replied while continuing to do reps on the machine.

"Well we certainly did have a lot of fun last time, didn't we" Carol commented. Brad blushed and giggled a little awkwardly as he remembered how their last workout session had deteriorated into a dry hump between mother and son.

Carol and Brad quieted down as they worked out in earnest. As Brad grew comfortable his gaze lingered on his mom' big breasts, bubble butt, and the camel toe forming in her crotch. As the two became drenched in sweat the view became much better and Brad's leering, lingering gazes were not lost on Carol. She also did not fail to notice the snake like bulge growing along Brad's legs within his loose shorts. She realized that she had better discuss the topic that brought her in here before it got too hot.

"Brad honey, I wanted to explain what you saw the other night" Carol said as they both took a break to drink some water.

Brad was blushing bright red as he stuttered out an excuse. "Uhhhh, yeah. I am so sorry about that mom, I needed ummm, a glass of water and I heard noises coming from your room, and, well...

"And your dick fell into your hand?" Carol finished for him, cocking an eyebrow and smiling warmly. "Honey its fine that you were watching. I am the one who needs to apologize; I had too much to drink and was loud and careless. I was more worried about what you heard momma saying. I want you to know that fantasies are a healthy aspect of any relationship and that a lot of couples role-play in the bedroom. However most fantasies need to stay fantasies and don't necessarily translate into reality. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, of course." Brad said swallowing the lump in his throat. He had expected to get hell from his mom for being so perverted and now here he was getting an apology from his mother.

"Just one question mom, is that one of your fantasies?" Brad asked pushing his luck a little.

"Well Jerome started that one and I was actually against it, but well..." Carol blushed deep scarlet and looked up afraid to finish. She saw that Brad's eyes were glued to the spandex of her gym shorts where it molded to her sweaty crotch and the plump swollen pussy that was clearly outlined. She also noticed the sizeable erection tenting her son's shorts and found the courage to finish. "Well by the end, I was extremely excited by the thought, as you saw. My point honey though is that fantasies don't always translate to reality and that one is not going to. I don't want you to get the wrong idea." Carol finished.

"Oh...I see. OK." Brad responded, sounding defeated. As his eyes rose to meet Carol's she saw the extreme disappointment and hurt in them. She had wanted to make her boundaries clear but she had not meant to crush her sweet son. She had to cheer him up quickly.

"You know I really liked how we worked out together last time. Would you like to do that again?" Carol asked, her green eyes sparkling and her plump lips spreading into a mischievous grin. "Whadaya say kiddo want momma to sit on your lap?"

Carol was pleased to see Brad's defeated look switch to that of a kid on Christmas morning. "Hell yeah! That would be great mom!" Brad exclaimed, his rock hard cock tenting his shorts obscenely as he sat expectantly.

"Well hold on one minute, buster. I need you to answer a question first" Carol teased striking a sexy pose for her son. "Which of my features do you like the best? Let me help you decide." Carol bent way down and stroked her toes. Delicate and slender each one ended in a perfectly manicured nail coated in midnight blue nail polish. "Does sonny have a foot fetish?" She asked stretching her toes out. "No?" Carol ran her hand over the sharp bulge of her calf muscle and along the sleek smoothness of the rest of her leg as she slowly rose. "Or did I raise a leg man?"

Carol abruptly turned around, hopping and standing straight up, causing her bubble butt to quiver enticingly. "I know I raised an ass-man. Every time I turn around I catch you staring at it with the look of a slack-jawed yokel. Well here you go sonny-boy; mom is going to do a booty-shake just for you!" Carol announced as she bent over and started shaking her meaty ass at her boy. Brad started to feel drool forming at the corners of his mouth as he watched the twin globes of his mother's perfect ass ripple, shake and collide together with tremendous slaps. Carol soon got a rhythm going getting her ass to wobble enticingly bobbing up and down. She took a hold of her booty shorts and helped really shake her ass, making it shudder and jiggle madly. Brad felt like he was being hypnotized by the alabaster orbs of his hot mother's ass, split by the thong like booty shorts she wore in the gym. Brad was amazed as his previously conservative mother did a private dance for him better than any stripper he had seen on the internet.

Carol did the splits, landing with a resounding "thwack" as the weight of her meaty mommy ass hit the cold tile floor. She rose up just enough to elevate her bulging ass cheeks off the ground and started shaking her big ass at her child with abandon. The movement of the splits had forced the fabric of Carol's shorts right up her ass crack. She looked like she was wearing a thin thong that perfectly separated her globes of flawless flesh. Carol continued to wave her trembling ass at her son, excited by the lewd performance she was giving him. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Brad was bug-eyed with lust and his hand was absentmindedly fondling the huge bulge formed by his trembling erection.

Carol stood up and backed up into Brad until his red hot shaft, still encased in his loose shorts bumped into her soft ass. She gave her son a mini lap-dance, trapping the fat plum shaped head of his cock within the tight groove of her ass cheeks. Carol began sliding up and down Brad's prick as he bent his knees and lowered himself a little giving his mom some leverage. Carol used her pillowy ass to massage Brad's cock and she clenched her cheeks together applying pressure all along his shaft as she heard her boy gasp behind her. She held his throbbing fuck-stick encased in the heavenly grip of her bubble-butt for a few moments and then released. She began sliding her matronly ass up and down her son's cock while rhythmically squeezing his cock with her pliant cheeks. She soon heard Brad's ragged panting turn manic and felt his cock bucking within the sweaty crack of her ass. She realized the boy was seconds from spewing his load and she slid off his prick and turned around. 

Brad locked eyes with his voluptuous mother and the two remained silent as they peered into each other's souls. Sweat dripped off both their bodies and their chests rose quickly with their heavy excited breathing. Brad's straining erection, wrapped snugly in the thin loose fabric of his shorts, stood out like a flagpole. Carols plump lips curled up in a seductive smile. "Don't pop honey, mommy is hardly done yet."

Carol bent down straight legged pointing her shapely rear at her son. Carol began shaking her ass again sending the twin globes wobbling. She decided to show her son a trick and began twitching her leg muscles; by doing this she could raise each jiggling butt-cheek individually. She began making her ass dance for her son, the cheeks rising and falling opposite each other and in unison and crashing back down. Carol looked over her shoulder not stopping her ass shaking and made sure Brad was not touching his cock. He wasn't but was watching her intently, his eyes sparkling with lust. "You ready for more fun?" She asked with a grin.

"Hell yeah, Mom! This is amazing; I can't believe how good you look." Brad replied grinning back as his busty lil mother snuggled back against him. 

"MMM, I am glad you like it honey. I feel amazing too. Let's get back to where we were" Carol said as she pushed Brad backwards forcing him to sit on the seat of the bow-bend machine. Carol turned around and resumed her lap dance wiggling her ass until Brad's raging erection was wrapped snugly inside the crack of her bubble-butt. Their combined sweat and the tremendous amount of pre-cum soaking the front of Brad's shorts provided al l the lube they needed to turn the deep cleft between Carol's tremendous ass cheeks into a wet, hot, squishy and tight tunnel for Brad's oversized dong to split apart. Brad was in absolute heaven as his mom rode her gigantic ass on top of his donkey dick. He gripped her waist and Carol continued to writhe around in his lap smothering his twitching penis. He let his hands slide down her inner thighs until his fingers rested just centimeters from her dripping wet pussy and the incredible heat radiating from it.

"Oh, that's right; you still hadn't picked your favorite part of mommy. Is it the part that is every man's favorite?" Carol questioned as she pushed his hand the final inch to cup and knead her steaming gash through the wet fabric of her shorts. Carol arched up to meet his hand, grinding her clit into the heel of his hand.

"Can I see it mom? Please" Brad asked as he hunched into her pillowy booty and fondled her dripping kitten.

"Oh, Honey. I don't think that is a good idea" Carol panted. She was feeling her own desire rise and she did not want her lust to completely overtake her.

"Please mom. I saw it the other night already. I just want a closer look" Brad pleaded, using the same voice he had used when whining for something as a child.

"That's true it would not be anything new" Carol reasoned as she spun around and straddled her son. She crushed her cock with her weight and smashed her soaking mommy muffin against his hot rod. As she scooted back off his cock it sprung out of the piss hole of his shorts in all its nude glory. Carol gasped at the beast in her sons lap winking pre-cum at her. It seemed bigger than ever before, over 9 inches of rigid, thick-veined teenaged cock.

"Shit, sorry mom!" Brad apologized as he attempted unsuccessfully to shove his hunk of man meat back into his shorts. 

"That's OK baby, I saw that the other night too" Carol said her voice dripping with lust.

Carol reached down and stopped Brad's hands from trying to hide his erection back in his shorts. Brad groaned as his mother's manicured fingernails danced across the taut skin of his dick briefly. Carol slowly pulled aside her gym shorts, moving the soaked spandex aside to show her son her most secret place. Brad deeply inhaled the scent of aroused female as he watched his mother unveiling her sacred opening to him.

"Is this your favorite?" Carol asked as her pink painted nails spread the fat lips of her labia showing her son the glistening pink flesh of her inner pussy. "You did spend nine months there long ago" Carol giggled. She moaned as she took a brief moment to massage her aching clit poking out of the top of her slit.

"And now I would like nothing more than to return there" Brad thought. He remained silent knowing that comment might cross his mother's boundaries and he did not want this show to end.

"How about my tummy?" Carol continued with her teasing display rubbing her hands across her taut flat stomach. All her exercising had given her the stomach of someone in their 20's and she was proud of it. She teasingly traced her way from her dripping pussy up to her tiny belly button and flicked her finger in and out a few times as Brad continued to stare in awe. Her hands rose to cup her bountiful bosom although the spongy flesh overflowed her small hands.

"Or is it the twins that capture the most attention?" Carol laughed at her son's expression as she lifted the right orb up and dropped it letting it bounce and shake back into place, and then doing the same to the left tit. She grabbed both of her hooters and shook them in her sons face her athletic bra barely containing the jiggling flesh. She was bouncing up and down against her eldest son's shaft as she shook her big knockers in his face. She was careful not to let him penetrate her, but she was smothering his pulsating cock in soaking mommy pussy.

"You know I got a pretty good look at these the other night too" brad commented slyly as his mother continued to wave her tits in his face.

"Oh, you naughty boy. It is a good thing you have a naughty mother!" Carol laughed as she pulled the tight bra over her slick breast and arms. Her sweaty jugs bounced wildly, suddenly liberated from their tight prison. Her thick crinkled nipples rose out of her pink and pebbly areolas like missiles, stiff and erect. Carol leaned forward and put brad's head between her heavy outthrust breasts. She resumed her tit-shaking but with Brad's head trapped between her flopping melons. Brad's cheeks received quite a beating from his mom's firm jugs.

"Motorboat mama, go wild Brad!" Carol laughed as she heard wet sputtering and felt her son's vibrating lips and splashing saliva between her shining breasts.

"Are these big beauties the winner? You have been obsessed with momma's titties since you first sucked on them. You know, you used to play with yourself whenever I would nurse you. It would get me so fucking hot that I would wish that I could do this". Carol's hand shot down and gripped Brad's long tool. She scooped up the precum gurgling out of his mushroom tip and spread it along the shaft getting it nice and slippery.

"Oh fuck yeah mom. That feels so good. Jack on my prick" Brad moaned before taking a swollen nipple between his lips and beginning to gently suckle.

"Mmmm, that's it baby. Suck on momma's titties" Carol gasped as she gripped her son's huge prick. The prick was spewing precum and it coated Carol's fist as she rotated her tightly clenched hand up and down Brad's throbbing rod. The stacked mature mother jacked her well hung stud of a son as he nursed on her swollen tits for several minutes. She sensed he was near cumming and let go of his rod, not ready to let this experience end.

"Or, how about my face?" Carol whispered as she stared into her son's eyes. Her own eyes were sparkling with mirth and a vibrant emerald color. Her flushed face was shining and dripping with sweat. Loose strand of ruby hair stuck to her forehead. Her pouting lips were plump and deep red, her pink tongue snaked out to wet them as brad watched.

Carol leaned forward and slowly and sensually kissed her son, crushing her plump lips against his slightly open mouth. As Carol felt Brad respond and begin kissing back she slid her tongue into his mouth and began wetly twisting it with Brad's. Brad twisted his tongue right back and soon their tongues were wresting and dueling as mother and son moaned into each other's mouths. The sound of sucking and slurping filled the room as the couple exchanged a messy and deep soul kiss. Each devouring the other's mouth with a hunger born of lust. 

Carol scooted forward on her son's lap, shoving her sopping wet pussy against his hard cock. "Can I trust you?" the busty mother asked.

"Yes" Brad replied having no idea why she was asking him that now.

"I am going to make us feel really good, but only if you promise not to put yourself inside me. Do you promise?" Carol asked her breath ragged and hot. She felt like she was in heat but was trying to maintain some control. There was that final line that she did not want to cross. Part of her mind rationalized that they had done nothing wrong, no penetration no incest. She was not ready to actually commit incest, at least not yet.

"OK Mom. I promise, please don't stop I have never felt this good" the chiseled teen beneath her groaned. His bucking dick was nudging at her pussy.

Carol slid up and down her son a few times smothering his cock and then slid off his lap. She stood in front of him and took off her soaked gym shorts. The busty short mom with a bubble butt was now standing in front of her son in nothing but sporty socks. Her neatly trimmed thatch of glistening red pubic hair sat just above her engorged and distended clit. Beneath this were the dripping wet folds of her pussy.

Carol climbed back on her son's lap and rose up pushing herself against her son's chest and positioning his rod just centimeters above the opening where he had entered this world. Her thick slippery pussy lips spread apart as she sank down and let his bulbous dickhead slide through her outer lips. She soon got a rhythm going and bounced up and down smothering Brad's rigid cock in sopping wet, steaming mommy pussy.

Brad was lost in another world of intense pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced. His mom's pussylips were juicy wet and scalding hot as his dick split her plump outer lips. With just a slight thrust Brad could have popped into her inner sanctum and become a true motherfucker but he just sat back and let her do all the work; not wanting to violate her trust or end this moment. His mom's lips crushed his in a deep kiss and her nimble tongue snaked into his mouth dancing circles around Brad's own. The two shared a full embrace and a deep soul kiss as the mother hunched herself against her boy, their crotches a wet mess of precum and sweat. Brad's long hard cock plowed against his mother's silky clutching pussy lips.

Carol felt herself approaching the brink, with another hard crushing of her clit by the bell shaped end of her son's engorged phallus. She sucked hard on Brad's tongue drawing him into her mouth as she practically climbed up his body. She repeatedly crushed brad's cock with her wet spasming pussy grinding against him. She was using her body to massage his, rubbing her naked flesh all over the excited teen beneath her. She dragged her body up sliding her tits along his face and bringing her pussy close enough for Brad to smell the sweet musky scent of her arousal and to see the dripping lips of her pussy just beneath him. Then she reversed direction sliding down and making sure to smother her son in sweaty excited flesh, returning her burning pussy to his rigid tool and grinding herself on it.




How Carol Got Her Groove Back Ch. 03



Brad felt his mother's juices pouring out of her steaming pussy and drenching his balls in juice. He could not believe he was sitting here naked on the exercise machine while his mom gave him a lap dance that would have made a stripper blush. He felt way better than a kid in a candy store; he was finally allowed access to his dream woman. He wanted to touch everything at once as his hands squeezed her soft bulging tits and her round pillowy ass. A hand tried to cup her sopping sex but Carol was too busy frantically rubbing it along his prick for him to get more than a quick feel. He even loved touching her silky hair and just holding her as they deeply kissed and worked toward their climax.

Suddenly his mom's kiss became much more intense and Brad felt like she was trying to suck his tongue right out of his mouth. She began groaning loudly into his mouth and bucking on his lap. As the dam finally released Carol abruptly ended the kiss as she started screaming out her orgasm as she rode her son's thick prick. Brad heard her screams of pleasure and the knowledge that it was his penis that was giving her pleasure, that it was him making his mother cum, sent him over the edge. He screamed as well as the most intense orgasm of his life rocked through his body and thick ropes of cum gushed out of his bucking cock. He shot with such force that some of his cum flew between them landing in gooey splashes on carol's heaving breasts. The rest landed on her taut belly and in her fiery pubic hair. It was quickly smeared against both their bodies as Carol continued to grind against her son. She eventually collapsed against him, panting heavily as she gently bit his earlobe and licked his neck. They lay like this for many long minutes occasionally locking lips and sharing deep tongue-twisting kisses.

"That was awesome mom. Thank you." Brad said as he continued to fondle his mom's nude body.

"Mmm-hmmm I love working out with you baby" Carol moaned as she continued to cuddle with her boy.

"Hey Mom?" Brad asked tentatively.

"Yes love" Carol responded, licking his nose playfully.

"When you said earlier that it was fine that I was watching you and Jerome did you meant it?" Brad queried.

Carol chuckled. "Does that mean you want mama to leave her bedroom door open from now on?"

"Oh mom it was so hot watching you" Brad replied.

"Ok, baby you can watch. Next time use some tissues though, this stuff is hard to get out of the carpet" Carol remarked as she reached between them and brought her hand back covered in Brad's sticky cum. She slowly licked it off her hand like a cat grooming herself as her son watched eyes clouded with desire.

"You know you never did answer my question" Carol said teasingly.

"What?" Brad asked.

"What part of me is your favorite?" Carol reminded him as she slid a finger along his cheek and gazed into his eyes.

"All of you mom. All of you." Brad replied as he once again locked lips with his buxom mother.



Thanks for reading and as always comments welcome. Next chapter shifts focus back to Jerome for some more naughty role-playing!



How Carol Got Her Groove Back Ch. 04



Chapter 4: 

Roleplaying Mom

This one is a tad sacrilegious, which I would not expect to bother too many in the incest section but if this is not your cup of tea skip this one. I also owe inspiration and gratitude to HommeNoir as he uses a very similar scene in his story. 

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With his mom's permission to watch her and her black lover Jerome fuck, Brad never missed an opportunity. He even helped arrange sleep-overs to get his little brother Joey out of the house since his mother seemed to really go wild when he wasn't home. Jerome never hung out around the house, he would just say hello as he picked Carol up. He was always a perfect gentleman but he also had not been lying when he said he liked roleplaying. Brad never knew what to expect when he crept down the stairs to spy on their lovemaking.

Brad had seen his mom nearly busting out of the seams of a tiny plastic nurse's uniform. It was the kind that little college sluts wear for Halloween. Carol's round ass hung all the way out of the micro skirt and the costumes top covered little more than her nipples leaving more bulging tit-flesh exposed than covered. He watched as his mom gently nursed on Jerome's huge thermometer her tongue tracing the bulging veins along the shaft. Jerome took control grabbing two big handfuls of her copper curls and jamming his cock down her throat. She gagged and sputtered as Jerome manhandled her, roughly shoving her head further down on his cock. He would pull out just long enough for Carol to cough out thick streams of cum and spit and take in a wracking breath before he was jamming his meat back down the mother's throat. As Jerome used her mouth like a cunt pounding her throat without mercy it became too much for Carol and she suddenly spewed a huge amount of cum and spit all over Jerome's crotch and the floor. It looked like Carol had just thrown a quart of thick milk all over him.

Far from finding this disgusting Jerome found it to be a tremendous turn on and immediately mounted Carol, jamming his cock balls deep in her tiny quim. He pounded her hard, watching the white spew fly off her wildly flailing tits. Jerome shouted obscenities and slapped Carol's tits as he pounded into her. He moved up to her head and erupted all over Carol's face making it a sloppy mess. Carol sat up; her eye shadow was smeared and left lines where Jerome's throat-fuck had made her cry. Her fuck-me red lipstick was smeared all over her lips and chin. Her entire face was coated in a shining mix of pre-cum and spit and the mess continued down her neck, spreading across her bulging tits and dripping onto the bedspread in long sticky teardrops. Brad watched as his mother looked up and winked at him, although he still hid in the shadows. As he watched she scooped some of the goo off her chest and fed it to herself licking it seductively off her fingers. That was all it took to make Brad spew his load all over himself and pad silently off to his room before Jerome might detect him.

Brad and his mother started working out every day, although half of their workout really concentrated on their lower bodies. They would usually do a quick intense workout in about 20 minutes and then leisurely grind against each other until they got off. This would leave them in a wet, sweaty, panting heap on the arc flex, or the dryer, or the floor. Joey had long ago lost interest in working out, however he did notice the gym had a weird smell to it most of the time. Joey had no idea that the smell was the scent of hot, dripping mommy pussy and rigid, fat teenaged cock.

Brad had been trying to get his mom to go farther but having no luck. She would get completely naked, straddle him, and soul kiss him for hours while smothering his rigid tool in her wet mommy muffin. He had tried to go down on her and to get her to suck his cock but she had steadfastly refused. He reasoned it was not really incest (using Clinton's logic) but Carol said she wasn't ready to go that far. She didn't mention that she would have a much harder time resisting if she wasn't getting royally screwed by Jerome at least twice a week.

Brad rushed home Friday night, Joey was sleeping over at a friend's house and he expected Jerome and his mom to be roleplaying. He was disappointed when he found no one was home, but after unsuccessfully trying to make a date he just ended up playing video games. He heard his mom and Jerome come home at 9:30. Brad instantly got erect, if they were home this early they were roleplaying for sure. Brad had now seen his mother dressed up as a nurse, a slave-owner, a policewoman, a cheerleader and a girl from a rap video. He could not wait to see what they had thought up tonight. He listened as they had some drinks and then went into his mom's room. After waiting about 10 minutes, brad crept into his usual hiding spot across the hall from his mother's bedroom. The short hallway into the bathroom blocked light so no one could see him; however he had a great view of the bedroom through the open door. His mother had long ago caught him peeking but had allowed it, and now she encouraged him to watch her and her big black lover Jerome. So far Jerome seemed oblivious to Brad's voyeurism.

Brad quietly shucked his pants as he took in the sight before him. Jerome had turned a big recliner so that it faced away from the door. It partially blocked Brad's view at first but he just took a few steps to the left and was able to see everything. Jerome wore long black robes and a priest's collar.

Carol kneeled in front of him holding a big black rosary and reciting hail Marys. She wore a full nun's habit. The black robes and white hood were far less revealing than her usual outfits, In fact her face wearing no make-up was the only thing exposed. The robes did seem much tighter than the normal nun's, her big tits and bubble butt created enticing bulges beneath the black fabric. Although modest, Brad found the outfit exciting due to its taboo nature.

Jerome slowly jacked his long, veiny prick, which stuck out from the lap of his black robes. He spit in his hand and continued pumping his veiny black snake while he watched Carol pray. She finished and looked at him expectantly.

"What next for my penance father?" Carol asked meekly.

"Well your sins are grave sister. Having relations with a man outside of your race and out of wedlock. You have also confessed lusting for your own flesh, these are serious transgressions sister. The Lord's Prayer and Hail Marys are not enough; you must prove your worship of the lord. As a representative of God on earth you may worship him through me. I will allow you to touch me, anoint thine hand with holy oil," Jerome responded.

Carol got an ornate glass bottle and poured hot oil into her hand. She again kneeled before Jerome and began spreading the oil over his ebony rod. "Aaahhhh yes sister, that's it, show me how much you love God. Pray," Jerome moaned as he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee..."Carol began while twisting her fist up Jerome's glistening pillar of black steel. "Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb," Carol continued praying. The site of the buxom single mother of two dressed as a conservative nun kneeling before the giant black man dressed as a priest was strange. The fact that she licked her plump lips while reciting prayer and jerking on the priests exposed black rod as it spewed pre-cum made the site truly bizarre but also arousing. Carol went through the Hail Mary, a Lord's Prayer and a Glory Be as Jerome relaxed and enjoyed her oily hand job. The sound of Carol's delicate and perfectly manicured hands massaging and working Jerome's slippery fuck meat filled the room.

"Enough sister, use your mouth to worship my cock," Jerome ordered.

Carol began licking up and down the shaft adding her slick saliva to the hot oil. She wrapped her mouth around the pre-cum coated head and used her tongue to tickle the ridge underneath his cock head and piss-slit. Carol's pussy got wet as Jerome took a firm hold of her nun's habit and used it to direct her head. With little warning he began jamming his big dick deep into her throat. This made Carol gag and cough, spit and cum spewing out of her mouth around Jerome's cock as he facefucked the busty nun without mercy.

"Worship my cock with your throat!" Jerome yelled, slamming his crotch into Carol's face. His wiry black pubes smashed into Carol's nose as he ground his crotch against her, forcing his cock as deep down the sputtering redhead's throat as he could. Carol's pussy was starting to positively drip with the rough treatment and with the mention of cock worship; these were two of her fetishes. This encounter was actually one of her fantasies. Jerome had asked her a week ago what her next fantasy was and she had been considering catholic school-girl or chorus girl since she had been raised Irish-Catholic. Then she thought of this idea.

And now the busty mom was getting her wish of worshipping cock. Her plump lips were stretched thin around the thick root of her giant's black cock. Her gagging and sputtering became more intense and tears started to stream out of her eyes as she pounded her fist against Jerome's thigh and he allowed her to dislodge his cock from her throat. She hacked and coughed up some thick white fluid while struggling to catch her breath. Her neatly folded nun's habit had become disheveled and now kinky strands of Carol's red hair were peeking out. Jerome only gave her a moment of reprieve before plunging his cock back down her throat. He gripped her head and roughly yanked her head up and down his veiny shaft, using her throat to jack himself off.

"Yes sister, repent for your sins," Jerome muttered, plunging his cock between Carol's lips as long strands of drool leaked out.

"Gaack...Urgll...Glup...Forgive me father...Gurck...Ackk...Alppp...for I have sinned...Ulp...Glump!" Carol panted between thrusts.

"Lay on the bed on your back sister, with your head hanging off the edge," Jerome ordered. "I want to anoint your face."

Carol did as instructed. As she stood up her big boobs smacked against each other under the robe and her round ass shook and quaked. Jerome positioned Carol so her head hung off the bed and she had an upside-down view of the world. In this position Jerome could easily jam his stiff rod straight down Carol's throat, which he enthusiastically proceeded to do.

Carol really started to sputter and gag now. Jerome was unrelenting and his black battering ram produced a steady stream of drool and pre-cum from Carol's mouth. These streams flowed down over her eyes, pooling in her hair and the nun's habit.

"Do you want to be punished? Will you pay for your sins?" Jerome asked, pulling out briefly to let the messy nun answer.

"Yes, father!" Carol happily responded. Her pussy was steaming and drooling and her nipples were pink bullets, Jerome's rough treatment was driving her wild.

Jerome began thrusting into Carol's throat again, he could see a bulge form in Carol's slender throat as he worked his dick into her, and that gave him an idea. Jerome grabbed the busty nun by her throat, he began to strangle Carol. This caused exquisite pressure on Jerome's cock, he could feel Carol's throat gripping his cock like a wet satin glove. He could then feel his own hand gripping her throat. He began to thrust in and out, continuing to choke Carol and in effect, jerking himself off through her throat. Carol made guttural gurgling noises obviously unable to breathe at all. Her pussy was gushing, she had never been used this roughly and she was incredibly aroused. She was also a little frightened, Jerome's grip on her throat was painful and she really couldn't breathe. She endured as much as she cared to and then started slamming her fists against Jerome's legs as her throat started to convulse around his prick. Jerome was lost in intense pleasure and did not feel Carol striking him. As Carol felt herself beginning to pass out she grabbed Jerome's ball sac and gave a vicious yank that caught Jerome's attention. He pulled out dragging a gallon of cum and spit across Carol's face as he did. She coughed harshly, desperately inhaling deep breaths in between the wracking spasms.

Carol's nun was quite messy. The habit had fallen apart now just leaving a long black and white cloth tangled with her curly red mane. The cloth and her hair were soaked with drool and pre-cum, so much that it dripped in thick strands to the carpet below. Her face was almost completely obscured by a curtain of slimy white fluid and both of Carol's eyes were tightly shut to avoid stinging. Carol had not worn makeup in keeping with the nun outfit but it meant that her face still looked gorgeous even covered in sweat and cum, she did not have the trails of mascara or smeared lipstick usually present during a face fuck.

"Too rough?" Jerome asked in concern. He had not meant to lose control and did not want to hurt Carol or lose her trust. It was a good thing he asked because Brad had been considering going to his room to get a bat in case Jerome went too far and he needed to defend his mother. Brad was concerned for his mother but also incredibly aroused, it felt like his prick was going to explode. He could not believe that his mother allowed herself to be used in such a way and that she was so turned on by it herself!

Carol sat up and wiped the cum off her eyes, feeding herself the gooey mess. She looked at Jerome with lust crazed eyes. "No, just rough enough!" Carol laughed.

"Ha! That is why I love you baby! You are almost more twisted than me," Jerome responded. He stood up and resumed his character, "Alright sister, you must disrobe now. I want nothing standing between you and holy forgiveness," Jerome said while he went to the closet and pulled out a wooden paddle. Carol had requested a little paddling.

As Carol stood up the mess on her head reversed direction, pouring out of her hair and the remains of her habit and drenching her face. She again scooped goo out of her eyes licking it off her fingers as streamers of drool began dripping from her chin. She unraveled the long robe slowly revealing her tiny, plush body in all its nude glory. She now wore nothing but white lacy stockings and black high heels. Brad had to suppress a gasp, that's why her boobs had been wobbling so much, no bra!

"Sister! No Panties! What would Jesus think?" Jerome asked in mock shock.

"I haven't met him but I bet he would thank his dad for creating these," Carol responded as she hefted her spongy tits and let them bounce around, raising and dropping them. She gave her shoulders a quick shake sending her firm globes flying. The round plump flesh swung around and her huge tits capped with stiff and pink nipples were almost hypnotizing. "And these," Carol added, turning around and using her fingers underneath her ass cheeks to start her bubble butt quivering. The naked nun's miraculous ass rippled and shook as she bent down and shook it. Although a nun twerking in front of a priest seemed out of place, Jerome certainly didn't complain as Carol played with her amazing body for his pleasure. After a few minutes he noticed the paddle in his hand and resumed his role.

"Absolutely shameful sister. How dare you speak of the savior like that! Bend over and I shall show you why god gave you such a big ass!" Jerome said as he raised the paddle. Carol bent over the bed and stuck her ass in the air wiggling it enticingly at Jerome and her hidden son. "SMACK!" the wooden paddle hit hard echoing around the bedroom.

"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK."

The paddle sent ripples through Carol's expansive derriere and quickly turned her milky white ass cheeks a light shade of pink, as if her ass was blushing.

"Oh yes father, punish my sinful ass!" Carol squealed as Jerome continued his abuse of her shapely backside. He could see her pussy dripping between her legs. He smacked her ass until it was glowing red and the busty mother just squealed with more pleasure every time he landed a blow. Soon Jerome could not stand it anymore he had to fuck this firecracker.

"Alright sister to fully absolve you of your sins I will need to be inside you. Then I shall anoint you with my seed and wash away your sins," Jerome said. He sat back down in the armchair, his erect prick sticking up like a flagpole. Drops of milky white pre-cum capped the mushroom tip.

"Take a seat sister and feel my glory within you," Jerome commanded.

Carol stood up, naked except for her black high heels and white stockings. Her habit was in disarray and a little spit was still dripping from her face. She walked over to Jerome and turned around next to his chair. She paused to bend over and pick up her robe purposefully holding the position longer than necessary to make sure her son got a good view of her rosy ass and steaming pussy from his hiding spot in the shadows. Carol then walked over in front of the priest. Her body seemed to radiate lust as she licked her lips and eyed Jerome's huge pole. She then grabbed Jerome's throbbing fuck stick and lowered her hot, juicy twat until her cunt lips rested on top of Jerome's prick. Her hungry pussy nibbled at the head of his cock trying to draw him in and oozing fuck oil all over the bulbous end.

Carols mouth nibbled at Jerome's ear as she slowly sank down his long veiny shaft, enveloping him in her hot slick channel. She squeezed her pussy around the invader and Jerome groaned as the pressure on his cock increased. Carol went wild, suddenly bouncing up and down on his shaft. She pumped herself on his prick with tremendous energy sending her hair and the tangled nun's habit flying. Her heavy tits swung in wide circles and her bubbly ass rippled and shook. The house filled with the sound of a big white ass slamming down on a stiff black prick. Five minutes of this frantic, torrid sex made Carol go off like a rocket. After the teasing and then rough foreplay she was primed and ready to explode and she did, all over Jerome's pistoning slab of man meat. She screamed as her whole body stiffened, shook almost as if she were convulsing and then suddenly collapsed in a sweaty shuddering heap in Jerome's lap her screams turning into satisfied moans. Carol slowly recovered and resumed a more sensual, gentle pumping of her lover's schlong. She hugged Jerome close, placing her head on his shoulder and looking into the shadows where she knew her son, Bradley, hid jacking his own stiff rod.

"Come here sweetie," Carol mouthed silently while crooking her finger, trying to coax her son out of hiding.

Brad stepped forward cautiously. His mother was glistening with sweat from her exertion and her recent orgasm. Her chin still dripped with spit as her long slender tongue licked her plump, pouty pink lips. Brad walked as close as he could without bumping the back of Jerome's chair. Brad's prick was swollen to its full size of over nine inches and was bucking and throbbing. He had nearly cum watching his mother orgasm all over the black dick she was riding and now he was very close to popping. His mother reached out, replacing his hand with her slender one. She gently jacked his prick while staring deeply into his eyes. Using his pre-cum she lubed up her fingers and jerked on her son's turgid penis.

Brad watched in amazement as his busty mother pulled his prick close to her mouth and breathed hotly on it while still jerking it. She did all this while maintaining a gentle fuck on Jerome's big rod as well.

"I will. Tell me to," Carol mouthed to her son her plump lips slowly sounding out each word so Brad understood. Brad looked back at her in confusion. "Just ask," she mouthed her breath hot and wet against his cockhead.

Brad suddenly understood and mouthed back "Suck it mommy." Carol's slender tongue snaked out and licked the head. Brad felt the hot muscle of his mom's tongue wrap around his cockhead. His cock felt ultra-sensitive and Carol's tongue was tickling each nerve ending into ecstasy as her tongue dragged over it. Carol jerked Brad's foreskin forward so it bunched up around the mushroom tip of his penis, half of the head disappearing inside the loose flesh. Carol then slid her tongue under her son's foreskin and used her tongue to swirl around and massage the sensitive ridge under the head of his penis. He watched as her tongue nimbly moved around underneath the taut skin, Carol suddenly licked the inside of Brad's foreskin directly, swabbing out his foreskin with her wriggling tongue. It felt so good that Brad could not resist coming. With no time for warning he suddenly exploded with the first few spurts going into his mom's mouth and the rest dripping onto the carpet behind Jerome's chair.




How Carol Got Her Groove Back Ch. 04



"Unggghhh" Brad could not prevent the groan from escaping his lips. His mother had just given him more pleasure than he knew was possible. Carol clearly heard him and her eyes widened in alarm as she knew Jerome had. She quickly swallowed the small amount of her son's cum in her mouth and grabbed Jerome's head shoving his face into her bulging titties preventing him from turning his head. She started pounding Jerome's prick again, hoping to distract him. However the moment her heavy tits swung away from his face he asked, "What the hell was that noise?"

"I think Brad was peeking and... well, he most have peaked," Carol panted as she lowered her sweaty flushed body onto his impaling monster. She saw that Brad had disappeared. She wiped some of her son's cum off her face and into her mouth as she began to bounce up and down faster.

"Shit, I knew he must be hearing us but he was watching us? Damn your son watching while I bone you, that's fucking hot!" Jerome said increasing the speed he raise and lowered the slick busty mother and raising himself up to deeply penetrate the curvy women's wet twat. It didn't take long before he was bathing her insides in creamy spunk.

As Carol drifted off to sleep next to Jerome later that night she realized she had crossed another line with her son. Now there was only one real barrier left to cross and once she and Brad crossed it this would be incest by anyone's definition. Jerome had encouraged her to tell Brad he could keep watching and she had pretended to argue with him until he convinced her. In reality she had given Brad permission weeks ago. Her workouts with Brad were almost as good as the roleplaying sessions with Jerome. All those roleplaying sessions had also opened Carol's eyes a little, just because society deemed something wrong didn't mean that it was wrong. Carol had to admit that she wanted to feel her son's big cock inside her. She had become a size-queen on Jerome's thick shaft and now she craved even bigger. Brad possessed the longest, thickest, and most perfectly sculpted penis she had ever seen. She wanted her son to touch places within her that had not been touched since she had given birth. 

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Next chapter is Saturday Morning Workout and the teasing will finally lead to something. Busy season for me outside writing stories so it might take a while for me to post but it should please all the pure incest fans. Thanks for reading and please leave comments!  



How Carol Got Her Groove Back



Paul felt and massaged Carol's immense glistening stomach feeling his son kick as he plowed deep into the boy's mother. He leaned down and resumed nursing on her dripping, extended teat. It was a bit awkward due to her obscenely bulging belly and Paul's insistence on continuing to nurse even as he rooted around in her juicy cunt. Carol practically went into convulsions as the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced wracked her small frame. She made quite a site, a little lady with her fiery red hair messed up and stuck by sweat to her face. Her whole body shined with a thin sheen of glistening sweat along with that brilliant glow that all pregnant women seem to get. Her round, bulging belly was squashed by the weight of her husband. Paul was latched onto one of her swollen, jiggling knockers rapidly draining it as quickly as possible while frantically sawing in and out of her steaming gash. Carols arms and legs were flailing as she screamed out her orgasm loud enough to wake the dead. Paul lost control and joined her, howling as he arched his back and slammed his prick deep into her overstuffed pussy and splashed it with thick ropes of cum. This was another first for Paul since Carol had refused to let him come inside her while pregnant naively fearing that the cum would coat the infant inside her belly.

"WOW,... pant... Oh... Carol... that was intense. You are already the hottest woman I have ever been with but my God that was like fucking a fertility goddess!" Paul panted struggling to catch his breath as he lay on top of his petite but knocked up wife. 

"Mmmm... I know Honey", Carol responded in between deep tongue-twisting soul kisses. " I should have let you do this years ago, I have never come that hard."

Paul stayed inside her as the sweaty couple drifted into sleep. No one noticed an 8 year old Brad peeking through the slightly open door with wide eyes and his pants tenting in the first erection of his young life.

They continued this torrid sex throughout the rest of her pregnancy (and even after) as she swelled to bursting. They found it best to fuck with Paul seated in a recliner with Carol riding his cock as he nursed. Carol's initial reluctance to have him cum inside her had transformed into a huge turn-on for her and she would often scream "Yes Paul soak our baby in your seed. Cover my infant in spunk!" Although she often felt guilty about these comments once the lust had faded she found it impossible to control herself in the heat of the moment.

Paul became uncaring and absorbed in work again after Joey's birth. If he had been the sweet, caring man that he was during her pregnancies she might have forgiven him when she came home to find their blonde, pig-tailed, and over-developed 18 year old babysitter bouncing up and down on him while he sat at the head of the dining room table. Actually probably not. Carol had always hated the prissy little bitch and finally she saw why her husband had fought to keep her as the sweaty teen slid up and down on his shaft like a coked up busty energizer bunny. Carol had grabbed the girl by her pig-tails and dragged her off her husbands cock and through the front yard, throwing her in the street naked except for frilly pink socks and warning the girl never to come back if she valued her life. She had filed for divorce the next morning.

Carol blushed as she came back to the present realizing she had been fondling her own boobs absent-mindedly for at least five minutes, as she re-lived old memories. She ran her fingers through her big red bush and sighed. "If I don't get laid soon, I am going to end up screwing my bedpost!" Carol commented to herself only half-joking.

Turning around she was amazed at the sight that greeted her. 38 DD tits looked incredible on her tiny frame but her big ass looked almost comically exaggerated on the little girl. She had always been proud of her compact, tight booty and had been doing squats non-stop to try and get it back. As Brad had mentioned might happen she was not reducing the size of her massive rear much, however her squats had not been in vain. Her butt seemed to be sculpted from marble. It was flawlessly smooth and had lost the chunkiness it had months ago. There was no hint of cellulite and her butt curved up into itself perfectly where it met her legs. It was perfectly round and bulged out, threatening to burst the taut skin holding it in. Her derriere had all the qualities she had loved about her old, tiny butt but they were super sized in her new badonkadonk. The main difference was despite her squats making her huge ass appear impossibly firm and shaped, it was incredibly soft once you squeezed a cheek. Carol's fingers sank deep into her round orb of ass meat as she did just that. The creamy flesh surrounded her fingers like hot butter. As she released the cheek it shuddered and sent a ripple through her entire backside, causing it to jiggle enticingly.

Another big difference was Carol had never been able to do a proper booty-shake with her old butt. She bent down a bit a bit and began shaking her hips looking over her shoulder into her reflection in the full length mirror. She was amazed at how little effort it took to make her ass shake like crazy. The twin cheeks went careening in ten different directions at once, her flesh rippling as the jiggling cheeks smacked against each other. With a little concentration she was able to get a rhythm going and soon had her twin globes bobbling and spinning in unison crashing together with a loud clap. 

"Goodness I look like one of those girls in a rap video except I am white." She thought with a smile. Carol was even more excited after shaking her fantastic ass. The kinky, red hairs of her overgrown pubic bush were just dripping cunt oil.

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind but I will probably attract more men than I did with my old booty." Carol thought happily. She had the body she needed and she figured Joey was old enough to handle momma dating so finally it was time to trim her bush and find a man to show it off to. Carol was ready for a date.

Chapter 3: Working out with Mom

Carol had never learned to trust babysitters after the little home-wrecker, Staci, had helped her ex-husband to cheat. This was one reason, along with gaining weight, that she had not dated once in the past 6 years. Now Brad was old enough to take on a lot of the responsibilities Carol had always been burdened with. He was able to watch Joey after school and during some weekends and as Carol went into the gym Friday morning she wondered if he would be willing to watch Joey that night. 

Brad had been avoiding working out with his mom, mainly because he was embarrassed about his mother catching him getting wood for her last time. He had just started working out opposite the days she did and had not seen her in the gym in months. She came bursting into the gym Friday morning shortly after he had started working out.

"Hi honey!" Carol said heading to the free weights while Brad was busy using the machine. "I missed my workout yesterday and was hoping you would not mind if I joined you. Plus I was hoping you could teach me some new exercises. Is that OK?" Carol asked as she took her towel off her shoulders and brushed away a stray bang of copper hair that had fallen over one eye.

Brad stopped pumping iron and looked at his mom. He had already noticed that the exercise had flattened her tummy and slimmed her legs but her normal house-clothes hid more than they showed. He had not seen her in gym-clothes since their first workout together and he was stunned. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail for convenience but it barely restrained the luxurious curls of shining copper hair that fell halfway down Carol's back. Here eyes were a deep sea green that seemed to accentuate the splash of freckles beneath them. Even her face looked slimmer, her cheeks were more prominent her neck had lost all of its flab. Her cute, small, and slightly upturned button nose sat above plump, full sensuous lips that always seemed to glisten with moisture as if they had been just licked.

Carol's gym-top was the same as last time and while it seemed to fit a little better this time, it was still just an athletic bra of bright pink and black spandex. Impossibly, Carols tits seemed to have gotten bigger! Carol's twin globes of magnificent mammary strained the stretchy fabric of the tight bra. Her top was just was just an overstretched strip of spandex across her heaving melons connected to thin shoulder straps that were stretched taut to hold the hefty weight of Carol's tits. The fabric did nothing to conceal her fat and long nipples, especially as it got damp with sweat. The fabric seemed to outline every bump and contour of her erect tit bud. Brad even seemed able to make out the faint outline of his mother's aureola through the tightly stretched and molded fabric.

Carol's large tummy was gone, her routine of 100 situps every gym session had burned away all the flab and left her with a smooth, tight, toned and tiny waist. Her small frame really emphasized the size of her tits and ass. On a normal woman's body Carol's assets would have been large but on someone under 5' tall they were awe-inspiring. She had worked all the fat off her legs, thighs and arms as well, leaving them sleek and toned. She had the athletic figure of of a high-school gymnast but not the mosquito-bite tits and the tight, rock-hard ass that normally completed the package. Instead Carol had a truly awesome rack and a big, jiggling backside. The contrast of her soft round ass on her tiny figure really caused her bubble butt to "pop" in her gym shorts. These black and pink shorts had been bought as "booty shorts" in her clubbing days when she had a compact and firm ass, but on her new PHAT ass they were little more than a thong.

Carol could not have anticipated the effect she would have on her son because she was unaware of his sexual fetishes. Brad had long harbored two normally contradictory attractions. He had a thing for little girls, he was not a pedophile, but he was attracted to tiny women. He had heard it called a "petite fetish" and it had led him to date a few Asian girls but he tired of their tiny tits and bony asses. The one he had managed to nail had taken a half hour to work his dong into her tight snatch and then screamed as if being stabbed whenever he sank all the way in. That was last year when he had only been 7 inches, so he was sure no Asians would want anything to do with him now that he was 9 inches and growing. He was starting to look closer to 10 inches right before he cums. 

The other thing that really got Brad going was curvy women. He loved jerking off to hip-hop videos of voluptuous honeys shaking their enormous asses and jiggling their jugs to a thumping beat. In a town with no young black girls Brad was left to his fantasies. Generally the women Brad had found that were busty with huge asses tended to be big all over. This had not kept Brad's BBW English teacher out of his fantasies but he did not enjoy how fat women looked naked except for the more popular parts. Perhaps her flab had kept Brad from really noticing his Mother's figure but he could not help but appreciate it now.

Brad was looking at the incarnation of his fantasy. At barely 4'10" the petite woman standing before him was svelte, toned, and tiny in all the right places. In stark contrast Carol's bulbous, fleshy orbs stuck out from her chest like a pair of ripe honeydews and her gravity defying derriere curved up as if held by invisible strings before sweeping under to meet with her thighs. The perfectly round hemispheres of her ass ass were flawless, somehow firm and sculpted yet soft and jiggling at the same time. The fire red hair and piercing green eyes were like the cherry on top of a Sunday. Simply put, the woman standing before Brad was his dream girl in the flesh. There was only one thing that kept him from jumping her right then and there: this was his mother! 

Carol could not help but notice the look of blatant lust in her son's eyes and far from offended she found his gaze flattering. It gave her assurance that all her effort was paying off. She noted Brad wore loose boardshorts instead of tight spandex and no bulge was evident. 

"I bet I could change that," Carol though to herself wickedly. Before fully contemplating what she was about to do, Carol decided it would be fun to tease Brad a little. A little harmless flirting to get her prepped for her date tonight. Carol reasoned that since they were mother and son it couldn't go anywhere.

" Well what do you think honey? Have the exercises you taught me helped get momma in shape or what?" Carol laughed as she gave a couple of spins in front of her teen son, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet to get her fun parts jiggling.

"Oh dear God!" Brad muttered, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of his mother's swaying, quivering boobs and shuddering, bouncing ass. Her gym shorts were far too small, she had put off buying new ones assuming her ass would shrink like the rest of her. She was wrong and the booty/gym shorts showed her prominent pussy mound clearly as a deep camel toe and the fabric practically disappeared into the cavern formed by her twin heavenly butt cheeks. The stretchy fabric was pushed to its limit in an attempt to contain her voluptuous flesh. On her old ass these shorts had fit Carol like a glove but with a lot of give, on her new ass they looked like thong bikini bottoms stretched near the point of bursting. Carol completed her spins and came to an abrupt stop while her bust and bottom continued going in ten different directions at once. Their swaying motion quickly descended into jiggling shudders as her fleshy knockers and ass gradually settled into place with a final quaking ripple.

"What was that, Honey?" Carol asked with a naughty grin.

"Ummm... good job mom! I hadn't noticed under your housecoat but you have really lost all the weight. You look fantastic.. better than ever," Brad stuttered, trying not to reveal that he saw his mother as a walking wet dream.

"Oh thank you honey, I could not have done it without your instructions," Carol responded as she glanced down and noticed no bulge was showing in his shorts yet. She reasoned it was time to take it up a notch as she took a few steps closer to her wide-eyed son. Carol formed her plump and sensuous pink lips into a puckered frown and gave her son her best pouty little girl face.

"There is just one problem, Punkin. I can't seem to lose any of this weight."

Carol stood less than two feet away from her son as she cupped a hefty melon in each hand and shook them lewdly at her child. Her creamy white breasts shook wildly like two milk filled balloons. Carol gave her chest a shake to really get her girls moving and they picked up a rhythm, spinning in frantic circles. Brad nearly went into a daze, hypnotized by his mother brazenly shaking her mammaries at him.

"Now don't get me wrong, I like the attention from guys and all," Carol said with a giggle still using a little girl voice. 

"But knockers this big look a bit ridiculous on little old me," she lifted her right tit, dropping it and letting it bob and jiggle as it fell back into place, to emphasize her point. "Don't you know any exercises that could shrink my twins just a teensy bit?"

Brad continued to stare at her in shock as his brain slowly registered that he had been asked a question. He shook himself out of his daze and thought about her inquiry. No exercises came to mind, slimming down tits was not a common request. He was about to say as much when he realized that this was a golden opportunity. However, should he take advantage of his own mother? As he looked at the short, stacked, and bootylicious woman in front of him his mind was made up.

"Well, mom, just like any fat your ti, or boo, ahh your breasts. Ummm, you can lose weight there by working the fat itself, " Brad stammered out.

"Oh good! I am so lucky to have you. What should I do?" Carol responded excitedly.

Brad was in absolute heaven as his naive mother performed jumping jacks, jumped rope, hopped up and down on the mini trampoline and used the recently installed stair master while swiftly rotating her chest. Whatever Brad could think of to really get her tits bouncing. Carol was soon flushed and drenched with sweat, this was a good workout but quite different from her usual routine.

"Do you need to watch so closely Hon?" Carol asked, noting that her son was standing less than a foot away, his eyes never leaving her chest.

"Umm... of course mom. I need to see which exercises are working your fat titti, I mean your fat the best."

Carol grinned knowing full well this was just an excuse for Brad to get a tittie show, but Carol was an exhibitionist at heart and it had been so long since she had anything to show off to anyone. She was getting really excited from teasing her son, as was he. She saw his trouser snake begin to wake up, slowly raising the loose fabric of his shorts. Her own crotch was burning and she could feel the heat radiating from her swollen, long-neglected pussy as it began to drip, dampening her gym shorts.

"Well if the point is to get the fat shaking, this is probably the most effective technique," Carol replied as she placed her delicate feet wide apart. Leaning forward she let her big boobs hang off her chest and just started swinging them wildly. Carol squeezed her fists and shook her chest with abandon letting her heavy knockers swing everywhere and ricochet off one another with fleshy smacks.

"Oh yeah Mom. That is really working them out. Keep doing that, shake those big ol'titties!" Brad exclaimed forgetting himself in his excitement.

Carol began prancing around her son shaking her barely covered titties like a topless dancer. She laughed seeing that she had accomplished her mission, her son now had raised an impressive circus tent in his board-shorts She felt her pussy gush as she realized how hung her son was. She was panting and dripping sweat as she continued her aerobic striptease. Eventually she had to stop and catch her breath.

"Honey," Carol said in between deep breaths. "My boobs," pant, "are getting sore" pant, pant " I think it might be time to stop."

Brad barely heard her, his eyes were focused on the crotch of her shorts. The combination of sweat and pussy juice had soaked her shorts and now they provided all the concealment of a tiny, wet napkin. The drenched material had shoved a little inside her crack, giving her a perfect camel toe. Brad could make out her plump outer labia lips on either side of her honeypot. As they met at the top he could see a throbbing button just beneath their junction. Brad suddenly realized he was looking at his mother's clit! This was so surreal, he knew no son is supposed to study his own mom;s genitalia but she seemed happy to display them and he felt so good, she looked so tempting. His mind gradually registered what she had said and he did not want this to end, he had to think fast.

"Well, there are some low impact exercises we can do on the machine here. Range of motion exercises should slim down your breasts without making them sore. Let me show you. As he adjusted the machine he became aware of his evident erection. He tried to discreetly adjust himself, shoving his hunk of man meat down his left short leg. The fabric was not loose enough there and tightened around his fat sausage forming a clear outline of his generous endowment but it was better than the circus tent.

Brad sat down and smoothly began working the machine. His powerful arms easily moved the machine, his chiseled chest thrusting out as his arms went back showing off the flexibility of his shoulders. His smooth chest began to glisten and the tan just beginning to wear off from the summer gave him a hint of bronze. This is what Carol was admiring as he explained how to do the exercises to her. The she saw his prick and stopped hearing anything he was saying.




How Carol Got Her Groove Back



Brad's manhood was stretched along his left leg and the dampening fabric of his shorts clung tightly to it. The smooth head was clearly visible beneath his shorts, Carol could even see where it peeked out of his foreskin, the thick round shaft pulsed visibly with his heartbeat. Carol had already glimpsed Brad and knew he was better hung than his father but the thick tube now so clearly displayed to Carol shocked her. She assumed boy's inherited their penis sizes from their fathers but her hubby had a 6 inch penis at its hardest. Brad's looked to be well over 8 inches and not yet fully erect. As she watched it lurched with his exertion. It pulsed and throbbed with his heart as he strained against the machine. His effort was sending blood pumping through the organ and as Carol stared it seemed to grow just a little thicker and a bit longer with every pulse of his heart.

"... and adding flexibility as well as strength. It really helps me with swim strokes but it tightens and strengthens the whole torso so it should help you. ready to give it a try?" Brad asked. Looking at his mom he saw her gaze locked on his cock. She had a hungry look in her eyes and her plump, constantly moist lips were parted widely. She looked as if she might start drooling in a moment.

"Mom, hello? You ready to give it a try?" Brad asked again as he waved his hand in front of his mother's lusty gaze. Carol broke out of her trance and blushed deeply realizing she had been caught.

"Of course honey." Carol replied trading places with her son on the machines chair. The exercise was similar to rowing, and just like when someone first tries to row a boat, Carol found out that it looked far easier then it actually was. Brad held back a chuckle as his mom's left arm wrenched the machine forward but the left went nowhere. She kept trying to achieve a smooth motion but was an uncoordinated mess. The benefit to Brad was her chest was thrust out and her flailing arms and twisting torso caused her big motherly melons to swing about and crash into each other. One breast even flew up and hit her in the face right before she gave up, letting her arms settle back and panting. Sweat dripped from her mussed hair to land on her rigid nipple straining against the spandex top that had valiantly held in her sweater puppies during her contortions. Brad's eyes were drawn again to the sopping wet hot pink shorts that were molded to Carol's dripping, steaming center of womanhood. As Brad happily drank in this vision he realized something had changed since their first gym encounter. Last time he had just been able to make out her bushy pubic hair but now he saw that only the shadow of a thin strip of pubic hair above her lewdly displayed loins remained. 

"My mom trims her pussy!" Brad thought excitedly.

"Mom did you listen to a word I said? Sorry but that was terrible," Brad said chuckling.

"Well you made it look so easy but it isn't honey," an exasperated Carol responded. Her eyes were drawn to her son's horse-like cock now well over nine inches long. She batted her eyes and pouted, "Could we do it together honey? I think I might learn that way, but just watching I will never get the motion right."

Carol stood up and pointed to the seat. Brad hesitated, unsure of what she meant. When it finally dawned on him that his stacked big-bootied mother was asking to sit on his lap the thought made his dick lurch. He immediately sat down and the quick movement caused his dick to escape the confines of his leg and again form the main pole of his trouser tent. Before he could readjust himself his sweaty mother slid into his lap.

Carols shorts felt hot, damp, and greasy as she slid firmly onto his lap. The mother's soft, meaty buttocks pressed firmly against her son's rigid pole as she leaned back. He inhaled her scent as a heady mix of shampoo, deodorant, sweat, and another smell that Brad was barely familiar with: the sweet musky aroma of an aroused female. She grabbed his arms as they began doing the exercises, Brad smoothly moving both their arms.

"Oh I see... I was doing it all wrong," Carol said. She felt the burning hot poker of his manhood poking uncomfortably into her left butt cheek. Without really thinking about what she was doing she gave a wiggle and settled into her son's lap She felt his thick rod stretch her cheeks apart as his fleshy baton slid squarely up her ass crack. The white, round globes of amazingly firm yet supple flesh enveloped Brad's cock, exerting exquisite pleasure on his pulsing invader.

"Ohhh,God... Mom," Brad groaned as her whooty (white girl booty) swallowed his cock.

"Are you OK, Brad? Am I too heavy?" Carol asked innocently, feigning that she did not notice the hot, steel-hard hunk of flesh firmly embedded in her bulging butt cheeks.

"No, Mom. You feel amazing...uhh... I mean it's amazing how light you are," Brad said, while fighting back the urge to start bucking up into the firm, warm flesh surrounding his pulsating pecker.

The exercise caused them to lean forward and back and Carol rotated and slid her bulging bottom all over her hung son's cock, using the exercise to conceal the fact that she was basically giving her son a lap dance. The arm movements stopped and mother as well as son panted heavily as Carol continued grinding her greasy, slick ass along the rigid veiny shaft of her first-born. Brad began licking and nibbling on his mother's ear, causing her pussy to gush, soaking both their crotches with scalding hot cunt cream. Carol was about to reach down and move her shorts aside and impale her needy pussy on her son's oozing fuck-stick when the word incest entered her mind.

"Oh my god, what am I doing?" Carol thought. "Am I so desperate to get laid that I am going to screw my own offspring?!"

"Thank you honey, I think I got it now," Carol said, gasping as she rose off her son's rigid pole and went to lean against the dryer.

"What...What?" Brad sputtered. He had been seconds away from spewing his load all over himself.

Carol looked over her shoulder and saw how desperate and pitiful her son looked. While still looking like some teen Adonis physically, her son had a wild, pleading look in his eyes. His crotch was obscenely tented up and the material of his shorts was absolutely soaked with sweat, pre-cum, and his mother's fragrant cunt cream. The material stuck to his cock like a second skin and hid nothing from her gaze. The smooth, plum-like head strained against the fabric and as Carol watched the donkey-dick gave a pulse and seemed to expand as it pumped another dollop of pre-cum, darkening the wide wet spot over Brad's serpent. She could even see the ridge of his foreskin pulled back tight and the thick, bulging veins that spiraled all over his enormous shaft. He was panting heavily and dripping sweat. Carol hadn't realized the effect of her teasing on Brad. she had just wanted to see if she could give him a thrill and give herself a good ego-boost before her date. Things had escalated too quickly and she was barely able to control her sex-starved body before things got out of hand and they did the unthinkable.

Now though, Carol felt in control of the situation and although she still burned with lust she felt her caring, nurturing, maternal side come out as well. She felt the strong urge to help her son, to give him what he wanted. She certainly could not go any further with her son but she could at least let him have relief, doing no more than what they already had. She also was really enjoying teasing a man again, even if it was her son. Carol was full of confidence now and wanted to make sure Brad had a "happy ending".

"Oh, poor baby, you aren't done exercising with mama yet are you? I do need to work out a little more, you know?" Carol said, while batting her eyelashes and winking at Brad over her shoulder. She was still leaning against the dryer with her quivering and glistening ass pointed right at her son. The material of her shorts had been shoved into her crack by their humping earlier and it now looked like a wide thong, lifting and separating the wide globes of Carol's magnificent rear. She gave her booty a little shake and again winked at her son. 

"Would you be willing to help me just a ill bit more?" Carol asked in her best pouty little girl voice.

"Yes, Mom I would love that!" Brad exclaimed, too enraptured by his sexy and suddenly slutty mother to think to hide his enthusiasm.

Carol giggled. " Oh good honey and I meant to ask you earlier but would you mind watching Joey tonight?", she asked.

"Yeah mom, no problem", Brad responded. He was rarely so eager to watch his little brother but right now he would agree to anything if it meant feeling his mother's body pressed back up against him. 

"Great, Honey! Now the last part of my body where I can't seem to get any smaller is my bottom." As Carol said this she leaned lower and stuck her butt up higher as she began shaking her jiggling orbs at her astonished son. "I mean just look at it, it's firmed up a tiny bit but it's still just huge and look at how it jiggles and shakes." Only the thinnest pretense of Carol actually asking Brad for advice remained, but neither of them were foolish enough to point this out as she spent the next few minutes performing an energetic booty shake for her slack-jawed and drooling son. Brad could not believe his eyes. His mom watched his reaction over her shoulder with a wicked grin as she bounced her ass up and down and twisted causing it to jiggle.

"Her ass must be trying to compensate for how fucking top-heavy she is with those giant tits!" Brad thought as his fantasy brought to life used her tiny body to wiggle her gigantic perfect ass in his face. She looked like a gymnast with two volleyballs shoved inside her once tiny ass. He was mesmerized by the rippling, shuddering flesh as his mom enthusiastically demonstrated how low she could go before rising up again. Her bobbling ass looked like it might carry the rest of her petite body away as she thrust it towards him.

"I keep doing squats like you showed me but maybe I am doing them wrong." Carol said while stopping to catch her breath. "Will you do them with me to make sure I have the proper technique?"

Brad jumped up and got behind his mom, she thrust her soft ass against him and pressed her lush body back against his hard and muscular frame. Carol wiggled her butt against Brad's pole, exciting him to no end but not quite popping it into her crack.

"Kneel down just a bit honey, you are tall', Carol whispered huskily as she continued grinding her soft bubble-butt onto his greasy straining cock.

Brad bent his knees and gasped as his painfully swollen prick was suddenly smothered in moist, hot, silky ass flesh. As his prick sawed into the tight tunnel formed by Carol's bulging buttocks, Carol bent her knees as well, basically sitting on her boy's bucking rod. Brad groaned as his mother settled her weight on him and the pressure all around his penis increased tenfold. Brad remembered that they were supposed to be doing squats and bent his knees squatting down with his mom on top of him. Brad held onto his mom's waist as they rose and fell, his prick sliding across the deep, slick, and tight crack of carol's ass as they moved in unison both panting and groaning. It was a little awkward and they had terrible form but they both knew at that moment that getting fit was forgotten in favor of getting off.

"You can move your hands up a little higher if you want", Carol whispered into her son's ear as she leaned her head back. Brad moved his hands up just a bit cupping the underside of his mom's great rack. Carol grabbed his hands and filled his hands with tit, placing his palms directly on her stiff nipples. She helped him knead her soft abundant tits. His hands overflowed with the supple flesh. He fondled her massive tits while sawing his cock through the humid tunnel formed by the out-thrust cheeks of his mother's amazing, gravity defying booty. Brad began bucking forcefully into his mom's backside, jamming his wide prick up and down the soggy, tight passage while pretending it was his mom's sopping pussy that he was thrusting into. He began biting her earlobe and licking her neck as he mauled her big titties and humped against her ass like a dog. 

Brad's tongue and teeth were driving Carol crazy. "AAAHH, yes baby. Let go, it's OK. Give it to Momma. Give all of your big fella to mommy Bradley" Carol panted huskily.

The mother and son had dropped all pretense of exercise as the nearly naked couple dry-humped each other with abandon in the middle of the home gym. As they really got into it and started rutting like wild animals, Brad's giant prick slipped down and slid not through her ass cheeks but along the flowing groove of his mother's dripping twat. Her cunt radiated intense heat onto Brad's veiny scepter. Carol gasped as his fat cock head and long shaft rubbed roughly against her engorged, super-sensitive clit.

"UMMM, oh baby that's it. Move with me, let it go and show mommy how much you really love her!" Carol yelled, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm from her son's horse-cock. His wide shaft was sawing along the thin soaked fabric barely covering her steaming crotch. That little barrier was the only thing keeping Brad from shoving his fuck-stick as deep as he could into the same wet tight channel that he had come from years before.

"Don't stop Baby, don't you dare stop. It has been so long and I need this Baby, you need this too, come on baby, that's it!" Carol began to shake and convulse as she went into a huge orgasm. Her cunt clutched as she she ground it against her son's iron hard shaft. Brad's prick was already a mess of sweat, pre-cum and cunt oils and it was now bathed in a deluge of girly cum as Carol unloaded years of pent up passion on the bucking throbbing staff of her son's virility.

This triggered Brad and he stood straight up, slamming his pelvis against his mom's round wide ass. This caused his iron hard cock to actually raise Carol up spreading her pussy lips apart and lifting her off her feet and almost a foot off the ground. Brad screamed in pleasure as his giant prick held his busty bootylicious mother up in the air and his cannon started jerking and shooting thick hot ropes of cum into the boy's shorts.

"Give it to me you big strong stud. Give it all to momma, my darling son" Carol panted.

Brad grunted and panted before whispering "That felt so good. Thank you Mom." into his mother's ear.

The soaked dripping couple collapsed on the dryer panting and heaving, Brad on top of his voluptuous mother. They lay there still groaning and panting, gently fondling each other as they bathed in the afterglow of their intense near-coupling.

Suddenly a high-pitched voice interrupted their reverie. " Wow, how come you guys never showed me that one? That looks fun!"

Mother and son looked up to see Carol's youngest son Joey standing in the doorway grinning at them. Carol blushed deeply as Brad got off of her grabbing towels from above the dryer and throwing one to her as he wrapped another around his waist to hide the sopping mess he had made of his crotch. As Carol wrapped the towel around herself she realized that Joey was probably still too young to understand what he had witnessed. Brad and Carol had managed to keep their skimpy clothes on and although they were dripping with sweat and cum, Joey would hopefully just assume it was all from working out.

"It was a modified squat Joey, but we fell over so we probably won't try that one again." Carol lied. She was relieved to see Joey seem to accept the answer with a shrug. His nose crinkled as he inhaled, "Mom, what's that weird smell?" he asked.

Carol realized the gym reeked of sex, the salty musk of engorged teenage prick and the sweet tangy scent of dripping wet mature mommy cunt permeated the room like a strong incense. "Ohhh, well... I'm not sure honey, I may need to get the dryer looked at. Did you need to work out?' Carol asked attempting to switch subjects.

"No, I want to spend the night at James' house and his mom said it was OK, so can I go?" Joey asked.

"Sure honey but bring your toothbrush, you forgot it last time." Carol answered.

Brad breathed a sigh of relief, he had agreed to watch Joey in the heat of the moment but one of the girls who had noticed Brad's bulging swim trunks had agreed to go to the movies with him tonight.

"Thanks Mom!" Joey said slamming the door.

Carol continued to blush deeply, realizing she had dry-humped her son although there was nothing dry about it. "Honey we should probably talk about this later but, thank you." Carol said, giving her son a motherly peck on the cheek.

"Uhhh... sure mom, anytime!" Brad said, also blushing and avoiding his mother's eyes. "So... this was OK right?

Carol looked at her meek son, asking if he had done something wrong just like when he was five. "You were great honey. I just need some time to think things over and I have to get ready to go out." Carol responded exiting the gym with a sexy sway of her meaty ass.

To Be Continued

Please leave comments and suggestions, I will use good ideas in upcoming chapters or stories. Next chapter involves son watching mom with new black lover. Let me know if you liked it or what you did not like, constructive criticism welcome! Thanks for Reading!