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Young Stud

By: BlackSnake



Patricia was sorer than she had ever been before, and she had been with more than a few men who had been amply endowed. She sat up in the bed and was met by a more intense pain coming from her rectum. She had surely been fucked for all she was worth. This was the one thing that she hadn't expected from her best friend's brother.

It started out as a way to get back at Stephanie for sneaking around and taking her white elephant before she had a chance to make her move, but she ended up getting more than she bargained for. Stephanie's younger brother Kevin turned out to be a real sex machine, and she had all the aches and pains to prove it. The shy young man wasn't as meek as he pretended to be.

Patricia thought about how hard she had come on to Kevin; baring her cleavage, rubbing hands all over him, placing his hands on her body, and undressing him. All the while he was pretending to be embarrassed. Her first shock came when she took off his shirt and saw his muscular peeks and abs, and the next was when she unleashed his magnificent tool.

During the six years that Patricia and Stephanie had been friends she had never imagined that Kevin was, so finely built. All she knew was that Stephanie was overly protective of her shy little brother. He had always been around, but seldom ever spoke a word. She had been so upset with Stephanie for snagging the old rich guy that she aimed on paying her friend back by taking what she had believed was Kevin's virginity. Patricia plans were to give the young man the fucking of his life, but ended up getting fucked into unconsciousness.

Patricia staggered to the shower letting the warm stream sooth her soreness. She was supposed to meet Stephanie at her house in an hour, but she wondered if she would be able walk all the way across the street to the house.

***

"Stephie..." Kevin called from outside his sister's bedroom door. "Are you awake yet? I have breakfast here for you."

"Sure hon, come on in...I was just getting up," Stephanie replied from her bed.

Kevin entered his sister's bedroom carrying the tray of eggs, sausage, toast, and juice as Stephanie got out of her bed; naked as usual while their parents were away. Stephanie was trim, but not skinny. Her thighs and calves were firm and very shapely, her stomach was toned and flat, her butt-cheeks were almost perfectly round even though she thought it was fat, and her 34D breasts stood high on her chest. The siblings weren't shy around each other. Kevin set the tray on the small desk near the window while Stephanie washed her face and pulled back her long blonde streaked hair.

"Patricia asked me to come over to her house last night while you were gone," Kevin said.

"Ho?" Stephanie said.

"Yeah, she came on to me...feeling on me and stuff, and we did it," Kevin said sitting down on his sister's bed.

"She did what!? That bitch!" Stephanie exclaimed coming out of her private bathroom. "Are you ok sweetie?" She came over brushed her fingers through his hair and then kissed him on the forehead.

"Sure, I'm ok, but I don't know about her," he said concerned.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"At first she was begging me to do it harder, but when I did...she passed out, and I could hardly wake her, so I left," he answered. "I hope she's alright."

"I'm sure that slut is fine," Stephanie said. "Did you like fucking her?"

"It felt ok, but she screams really loud," Kevin said.

"That she does," Stephanie laughed sitting at the desk to eat, still completely naked.

"I think she was mad at you about the guy you went out with last night," Kevin began again. "...because she didn't sound happy when she asked me who you were out with."

"It's ok, she wanted to go out with him," Stephanie replied.

"You stole him from her," he said.

"You can say that, but she can have him if she wants him. He don't mean anything to me," she said. She saw that her brother was trying to hide his hard-on from her with his hands over his lap. She drank juice to wash the food down. "Come over here sweetie."

Kevin went over and stood in front of Stephanie. She pulled his big thick hard-on from his boxers and began sucking on it with her great skill. She knew exactly how to suck his huge cock to get him off. After all, she had given him more blowjobs than she could ever count. She drank down as much of his thick cum as she could, using the napkins to wipe the spills from the corners of her mouth and chin before washing it down with the breakfast juice.

"There you go," she said putting his cock back in his boxers and looking up at him. "Remember you can have some anytime you want...ok?" She waited for his nod before continuing. "You don't have to go around with that big thing of yours hard."

Kevin went back and sat on Stephanie's bed to watch his naked sister eat. "What are you going to say to Patricia?" he asked.

"For starters, I'm going to get her straight about trying to use you as a pawn against me," she said. "Kevin, it's not that I don't want you fucking other girls out there. It's just that I don't want someone trying to pull some stuff on you....like saying that you got them pregnant or something. Girls do and will pull shit like that. I love you and I don't want anything to happen to you...you understand that, right?"

"I love you too," Kevin said nodding his head.

"You see, just like what Patricia did. I bet she was trying to get back at me," Stephanie said. "She never tried anything like this before." She noticed that his cock was still hard. "It looks like we're going to have to fuck in order to get that thing down."

A big smile came upon Kevin's face as he stood and pulled off his boxers. His huge cock stuck out in front of him as he waited for his sister to get onto her bed in their favorite position.

Stephanie got on her bed and positioned herself on her knees and elbows arching her back to lift her ass high for her brother. Her brother loved her fat ass, which she thought was way to big, but she loved the fact that he enjoyed grinding against it which put his cock in the perfect position to hit her g-spot.

Kevin stuck his face between his sister's butt-cheeks; licking and sucking on her pussy lips until she was wet enough from him to enter. He positioned himself behind her kneeling between her spread legs and guided his massive tool all the way inside of her with one long steady push. He pressed against her soft buns and began to grind.

This was how they liked fucking each other. Every now and then they would go all out pumping and stroking, but this was the best to them. Stephanie held on to her pillow and rolled her ass to her brother's grind. The head of Kevin's dick pressed against her hot button and her orgasm erupted into a steady flow. Stephanie's pulsating cunt caused Kevin to blow his second load of the morning.

Stephanie stretched out on her stomach with Kevin on top of her. She spread her legs wide, so he could stay inside of her while he continued to grind on her butt-cheeks. Their position came from their need to fuck quietly, so their parents wouldn't suspect anything.

Kevin finally rolled off his sister's ass on his side. "Mom and dad will be home tomorrow," Kevin said. "It seem like they just left yesterday."

Stephanie rolled on to her back. "Yeah, I'm going to talk with mom again about allowing you more freedom. She would kill me if she knew that I left you alone to be seduced by Patricia. She doesn't know that you can handle yourself like I do."

"Maybe I should fuck her...then she'll know," Kevin said.

"Don't even think about," Stephanie said sitting up. "I don't think she will go for that."

"Why not? She acts like she does," Kevin said.

"What do you mean?" Stephanie asked.

"Every time she comes in the bathroom when I'm getting out of the shower, she just stares at my thing," Kevin said. "I think she wants to. If you and dad can do it, why can't I do it with mom."

Before Stephanie spoke she wanted to be careful that she wasn't putting a double standard out there for her brother. "Kevin, mom doesn't know that dad fucks me sometimes. I just don't know what she will do, but we'll find out...ok?" She kissed him on the lips before getting off the bed. "Patricia should be here by now...we can't trust even her with what we do, and I promise you we'll find out about mom."

Kevin got off the bed, hugged his sister tight, and then went off to his bedroom to get dressed. Kevin had let Stephanie on to something that she hadn't know about their mother. She would have to use it in someway to get her mother to ease up on her brother. Kevin has always been good; doing everything that he was told without any back talk. She thought, maybe Kevin was right. If he fucked her she would surely see that he is not a little boy anymore. She tried to visualize a plan while she showered.

"Knock, knock..." Patricia said sticking her head inside of Stephanie's bedroom door.

"Well, well, well..." Stephanie stepped from her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her torso. She took two steps to get closer to Patricia and then struck her with her open palm hard enough to knock her friend to the floor. "That's for fucking my brother." Stephanie turned and went over to her desk and took a gift-wrapped box from her purse. She grabbed Patricia's wrist and put the box in her hand. "John is not worth losing a friendship over, but my brother is."

Patricia looked up at her friend still dazed from the hard blow. She knew Stephanie was right. She had crossed the line with her friend. "I'm sorry Stephie...I" Patricia started.

"I don't want anyone trying to fuck with my brother's head," Stephanie said. "Not even you. That present is from John. He wanted me to give it to you. He asked me out to talk about you."

"O' Stephanie...I didn't know," Patricia said. "I'm sorry I doubted you."

"You should be. How could you go after Kevin?" Stephanie said angrily.

"Stephie...I'm so sorry...I really am," Patricia said crawling over to Stephanie on her hands and knees. "Our friendship means more to me than John does too."

Stephanie lit a cigarette and looked down at the red handprint she left on her friend's face.

"How can I make it up to you?" Patricia asked sitting on the floor in front of Stephanie.

"Don't stay down there like you're going to lick my pussy," Stephanie said feeling her anger lift. "Just don't play any more games with Kevin, ok?"

"Believe me, I won't make that mistake again...Awh!" Patricia said feeling the pain of her face as well as from her cunt and asshole. "Ya'know, you really shouldn't worry that much about Kevin. He handled himself very well...much better than most I'd say." She struggled to her feet and dropped down on Stephanie's bed.

"Yeah, but now he's worried if you're ok or not," Stephanie said. "That's what I mean. I don't want him worrying about anyone right now. He is only nineteen years old and way too caring. He should be bragging about fucking you unconscious, not worrying if you're ok or not. I don't want him getting hurt."

"That's sweet of him to worry about me," Patricia said.

"Don't push it," Stephanie said.

"No, I mean...I'm not making fun," Patricia began explaining herself. "A lot of women would die for a man like that."

"A lot of women would take advantage of a man like that," Stephanie said. "You've seen how my mother takes advantage of my dad."

"Yeah, she plays him like a violin," Patricia said.

"I'm not going to let anyone treat my brother like that," Stephanie said jumping to her feet.

"Ok, I got your point...just don't hit me again," Patricia said raising her arms in defense.

Stephanie huffed pacing around her room and then opened her bedroom door. "Kevin," she called for her brother. "Could you come in here a minute?"

Kevin came in wearing a long sleeved plaid shirt that was two sizes too big for him and baggy jeans. His hair was still wet from his shower. "Hey," he spoke to Patricia.

"Hey," Patricia responded politely without her usual seductive tone.

"You want to sit in here with us?" Stephanie asked not wanting to leave her brother out of her life.

"Sure," he replied happily.

"Kevin, I'm sorry for coming on to you like that. OK? Friends?" Patricia apologized to Kevin under the careful eyes of Stephanie.

Stephanie nodded her approval and then Kevin shook Patricia's hand.

"Can we get back to being normal again?" Patricia asked.

"How can we, you've fucked my little brother," Stephanie said.

"Stephie, what do you want me to do?" Patricia asked.

"I want you to suck his dick. Kevin, Patricia is just a friend, so fucking her is just a part of her friendship, right!?" Stephanie said glaring at Patricia.

"Right. Kevin, we're just friends and you can do me anytime you like...just take it easy next time. I'm still sore." Patricia said getting her friend's motivation. She thought if Kevin fucked her when he wanted then he would get use to it and it wouldn't be anything special for him.

Stephanie rolled her eyes at the words that she knew her brother would be hearing a lot of. She sat at the desk and watched as her brother fed Patricia his cock. Patricia wasn't a slouch when it came to giving blowjobs. It was one of the few things she was good at.

After Kevin fed Patricia his third load of the day, Stephanie filled her in on what John had to say on the date. Everything Stephanie said was good news to Patricia. Patricia formulated her plans right in front of Kevin, and he was able to see how Patricia played her games. Patricia left eager to get started on her plans.

Stephanie went about the house still in only her towel checking to see what needed to be done for their parent's arrival. The last thing she wanted was to hear her mother bitching. To her surprise, Kevin had been keeping up with the housework. She looked at the big smile on Kevin's face. "I love you," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing on the lips.

Kevin held her with both of his hands on her soft butt-cheeks under her towel. Their tongues danced in and out of each other's mouths. The bond between the siblings was much like lovers. There was nothing secret between the two.

Their embrace was broken by the sounds of a car pulling into the driveway. They went to the front window and peered out. "Mom!" they said at the same time, but where was their father? Stephanie rushed up to her bedroom to quickly dress while Kevin went to the door.

Kevin went out and gave his mother a heart felt hug before getting her bags while she paid the cab driver.

"Mom," Stephanie said hugging her mother. "Where's dad?"

"O' he had to fly out to Buffalo on another business trip, so we had to cut ours a day short."

"How was Mexico?" Stephanie asked helping Kevin carry their mother's bags into her bedroom.

"It was great. We did lots of shopping and laid out on the beach," Candice said.

Stephanie thought of how her mother had a great time while her father just tagged along.

"It was hot, but we took lots of pictures," Candice said beginning to undress.

Kevin slowly began to slip out of the room.

"Kevin, open that bag. I have a present for you," Candice said unzipping the back of her dress and stepping out of it. Her body was tanned without tan lines even at her braless tits or around the thin black thong she had on.

Stephanie knew her mother wasn't shy about her well-maintained body, and wore very little around the house sometimes, but this was the first time she had seen her mother strip right in front of Kevin. She thought about what Kevin had told her about their mother looking at him after his showers as Candice made no attempt to cover her nakedness in front of Kevin.

"How do you like my tan?" Candice asked. "We found this private nude beach, but it wasn't that private. There were over a hundred people there tanning, playing volleyball and playing in the water. It was fun. Here are some pictures," Candice said with a sly chuckle.

Stephanie looked through the stacks of pictures seeing that on just about everyone featured her mother surrounded by nearly a dozen naked men. She found one or two of her father lying by himself.

Candice took out a sheer white dress from her bag and slipped it on. The dress was tight and looked transparent. It was sleeveless with a string that tied at the top of her butt-crack to the middle of her back. "The one thing about this dress is you can't wear anything with it," Candice chuckled and pulled her thong down her legs. She stumbled slightly.

Stephanie realized for the first time that their mother was stoned. She looked at Kevin who was sporting a massive hard-on. She nodded to him in the direction of their mother. Kevin smiled knowingly.

"Can I tie that up for you mom?" Kevin said moving behind Candice.

"These guys are hot," Stephanie said to her mother flipping through the pictures. "It looks like you had fun with all of them."

"More than fun," Candice chuckled and shook her hips from side to side.

"How many at one time," Stephanie bated.

"I didn't count, but it was fun...look at the other set," Candice giggled.

Stephanie reached behind her mother to Kevin's crotch and unzipped his baggy jeans. "You have to bend over for him to tie it," she said reaching into Kevin's pants and pulling out his monster cock.

Candice leaned on her bed with one knee and both hands. The tight fitting dress rose up on her naked ass.

"Woo mom, these are hot. Did dad take these?" Stephanie said seeing the pictures of her mother in the mist of an orgy. She was taking cock from several different men at once. Stephanie showed her mother the picture and then showed it to Kevin. She nodded to him.

"Wow! Mom I bet you feel good inside," Kevin said boldly.

Candice giggled and pushed her ass back against her son's throbbing rod. Kevin pushed forward guiding his cock into her cunt.

"Finding out for yourself, huh?" Candice giggled wiggling her ass back as her cunt was being filled with Kevin's cock.

Stephanie could hardly believe the next picture that she saw. Her mother's face was buried between some young woman's legs while a man was taking her from behind. "I wish I could have been her," she said showing her mother the picture.

Candice looked up at her daughter as she reached out to rub Stephanie's crotch. There was no way Stephanie was going to miss that opportunity. She moved the luggage off the bed; she took off her pants, and spread her legs wide on the bed offering their mother her pussy. Kevin started thrusting his cock into his mother more deliberately.

Stephanie thought that nothing could have been more of a surprise to her than to have her mother acting this way. She wasn't necessarily into having a woman to lick her pussy, but this was special. It was her own mother acting like a real slut. It couldn't have come at a better time, especially since she was trying to figure out how she was going to get Kevin the opportunity to fuck their mother.

"Mmmm!" Candice moaned into Stephanie's cunt as Kevin worked more than half his huge cock inside of her.

Kevin thrust hard, pushing his cock steadily into Candice's pussy until he was completely inside. He withdrew his cock half way and then thrust it all the way back in. He thrust his cock as hard as he could repeatedly as Stephanie had taught him. She had showed him every sexual position and practiced each one with him. 

Young Stud Takes Wimp's Girlfriend



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Ken and Ellen seemed to be the perfect suburban middle-class couple on the outside. They were not yet married, but both held down respectable jobs and earned a decent enough wage to collectively rent a small terraced house within commuting distance to central London, where both of them were employed.

Ken's chosen profession was as a choreographer for west-end productions, it was his job to supervise and design the dance routines for productions on the stage. Post-9/11 however, he had found work hard to come by, this was due to the sharp drop-off of tourists visiting London. As a result work had more or less dried up. He was forced to take a fairly mundane office job, which neither paid as well as his last or stimulated him as much creatively. At 37 he wished for one last chance to get back into show business.

Ellen's first love had always been performing, from her upbringing as a young girl in Belfast to her debut at the Palladium she had never wanted to do anything but sing. Now at 30, she was finally making a name for herself in London's West End, and success in the future seemed to beckon. She had always appreciated what god had given her, at 5'7, with gorgeous curly strawberry blonde hair, curvaceous yet slim legs and an ample bust; her voice was not her only asset. 

Ken, on the other hand was not overly blessed in the physical department. At 5'4 he was well shorter then his fiancée, and his tiny frame had denied him the chance to ever become a professional ballet dancer, as he had always wished. In Ellen's eyes he had always made up for his physical shortcomings with his intellectual strengths. He was sophisticated and well educated, with all the benefits of the British public school system and a well-off background. Unfortunately, neither of his parents had left more then nominal sums to him in their wills, with the family home, and the majority of their money being shared amongst his sister and brother, who his parents always saw as more successful. 

Their sex life, in all honesty, was dull and fairly repetitive, what usually occurred, twice a week, involved Ken climbing on top of Ellen and pumping away for around 90 seconds before he collapsed exhausted and went to bed. Ellen felt unfulfilled, but had never been particularly highly-sexed; she accepted Ken's strength's were in the head, as opposed to in the bed. Being from a staunch protestant family, she had never seen sex as an important part of a marriage. For Ken, sex was an inconvenience, he remembered how at boarding school, the other boys had always mocked his physical size and genitalia in the showers, the taunts of "ratboy" and "needledick" still haunted him every time he removed his clothes, his four inch cock had never measured up to all the other boys' impressive shafts.

Every Monday night, their local pub, a quite family affair, held a quiz night. They both enjoyed going down and testing their general knowledge, and enjoying a few pints of Guinness. More then a three Pints would usually have Ken close to passing out, so Ellen often had to restrain him. Ellen never had any problems handling her drink, which she put down to her Celtic genealogy. One thing that had always slightly annoyed Ken about his visits to the pub, was one of the barman there. He was a young man, only of about 18 or 19 years of age, but he possessed the confidence and gait of a star soccer player. He often smiled at Ellen and was always keeping a close eye on her from behind the bar.

Ellen enjoyed the Quiz night, although truth be known, the main attraction for her wasn't the quiz. The young man that worked their was quite the young stud. He was a shade under six feet tall, with a lovely slim and athletic body, with and ever-so-cocky strut to his walk. He face was out of a CK or Armani advert, with high cheekbones, a chiselled jaw and deep green eyes. She had quickly dismissed him as anything other then eye-candy however. He was far too young, and in Ken she had a man much closer to her own age, along with someone who was both interesting and stimulating to talk to, surely she had nothing in common with the 19-year old?

That night they both had a good time, and ended up winning the quiz for the first time, Ken had once again had more then his maximum of 3 Pints. And halfway through his fifth he started to drift of to sleep, Ellen asked at the bar for a cab to be phoned to take him home. Ellen hung around to pick up their prize, which was a magnum of Champagne.

Ken work up early the next morning on the front room couch. He felt groggy and hung over, he swore to himself as flashes of what happened the previous night came back to him. He felt slight shame, as he realised he had probably embarrassed his fiancée again. As he stumbled up the stairs to check on Ellen, he noticed a video cassette on the shelf by the front door, but being in the state he was paid it no more attention.

He opened the door to his bedroom and peeked in on his sleeping wife. The covers of the bed were on the floor, with his wife sleeping on her back totally nude, and smiling, apparently enjoying a pleasant dream. He admired her pretty features and large chest, personally he always thought her legs were her best feature. Retreating back down the stairs he picked up the video cassette and wondered what could possibly be on it, it was probably one of Ellen's performances, but he liked these things in order, so he shoved it into his VCR and pressed play. 

The first image was of his wife. She was standing in their bedroom wearing the same black skirt and top with knee-high boots she was wearing last night. It was with great shock that Ken then watched the young barmen from the pub then walk into frame. He was wearing only his trousers and a smile. Ken noticed his large biceps and flat stomach, Ellen definitely noticed too, she started to run her dainty little hands across his torso, brushing her hand over the large bulge in his trousers while she was there. At this point Ken's brain started whirling, and he feared for the worst.

The young man embraced her in a deep, passionate kiss, Ellen, short as she was compared to him, and standing only in her stocking soles, had to go on tip-toes to reach his lips, she closed her eyes and drunk him in, whilst being comforted and caressed in his masculine body and strong embrace. Ellen then reached down and started to remove his trousers. She carefully removed the belt and pulled them down gently, his evidently large crotch getting in the way. With one quick tug, they were around his ankles; on full display was the young studs' huge manhood, standing proud at what Ken guessed must be 9 or 10 inches. Ellen was also shocked; she had the look of a lost little girl and just stared at its immense length. Ken, sick to the stomach over watching her pristine wife-to-be betraying him, couldn't not help but grudgingly admire this young buck.

The boy, now finally naked, was in full glory, his athletic form was like mana from heaven for Ellen, after years of short, flabby, average Ken, she now had an alpha male, right here in her bedroom. Things were progressing quickly now, the stud picked Ellen up and began to strip her, he removed her black top and bra gazing at her sumptuous body, her large pale breasts looked so delightful he thought, and made a lovely contract to her fiery hair colour. He then yanked down her skirt, leaving her naked except for black stockings and panties. He smiled, enjoying what was to come as he gently caressed her divine body, and Ellen was in absolute ecstasy.

After the gentle fondling and kissing, he hooked his fingers around the band of her panties and began to slowly pull them down; they were soaking wet and very pungent. Her beautiful flower was now his for the taking. Her pussy was covered by a thick pubic bush, which looked like it had never been trimmed. He gently probed it with his index finger and was surprised at its tightness, he had never experienced a snatch so tight for a women of this age or beauty, her dorky boyfriend must be a wimp in the bedroom too, he thought.

He gently stimulated Ellen's outer lips and was rewarded by small whimpers and moans from her. Ken watched in horror, he couldn't watch this stud fuck his wife, but something was stopping him from turning the tape off, he was compelled to watch this, it was almost bestial, a ripe young women just begging the virile man to make love to her, and give her his seed. By now the young stud was moving his finger in swiftly, and Ellen was screaming, with juices flooding his hand. The teen decided the time was right to give her the fucking of her life. He removed his finger and wrapped it round his cock, which by now was as hard as rock. Ellen was captivated by the giant organ, the largest she had previously had was merely 6 inches or more, but this thick tool was a different matter.

He asked Ellen to lie down on the bed and spread her legs as far apart as she could manage, Ken saw his fiancée giggle and comply like an eager girl scout. The youngster kneeled on the bed in between her and pushed the mushroom head of his dick against her opening, applying decent pressure so as it would actually fit. It took effort but the head eventually burst through the resistance and invaded her tight cunt, stretching it further then it had ever been, he wasted no time pushing in as much length as he could. His muscular body was tense and glistened with sweat, Ellen's was clearly struggling with the size, and inch-by-inch it was inserted deep into her. Ellen moaned and cooed, her eyes staring deep into the young mans. She had never been stretched so wide or taken so deep, the walls of her tight vagina gripped the large manhood for dear life. These two fine specimens clearly were made for each other.

The two quickly built up an unstoppable rhythm, their love and lust strong and as powerful as a runaway train. Ellen was having her first sexual experience with a real man and was loving it with all her heart and was in real heat, the young man was satisfied with exploring this delightful older women, pumping some A-grade pussy and getting one over her gimpy little boyfriend, he loved the way his looks and cock made him irresistible to any women he wanted. The posh and prim ones like this were his favourite. They would always feign disinterest and superiority at first, but after a few cheap drinks their loins and innermost desires were unstoppable, they could not resist him, they were but slaves to chemistry.

Ellen began to moan as her orgasm approached, her lover smiled, as she was lost in a world of pleasure. It was Ellen's first orgasm through penetration, none of her previous boyfriends had managed to get her off, for her, a new world was being opened up. Her stud started bucking his hips as he unloaded his balls deep inside her womb. His head pressed firmly against her cervix, the chances of Ellen becoming pregnant would undoubtedly be high. He seemed to filling her right up, as he took his time. As he withdrew his cock was still it was still an impressive length, as it slapped with a meaty thud against his thigh. Ellen sat upwards and drew him into a deep kiss, their tongues intertwining, her arms draped around his neck, his large hands holding her slim waist.

Ken was on his knees watching this display of sexual superiority on video; he didn't know what to do... 



Young Studs



This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe

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Following a WWE Live Event in late July 2003, Mark Jindrak and Garrison Cade are taking advantage of the gym facilities inside of the hotel that they are staying at. Jindrak is wearing knee-length black shorts and a white tank top and Cade is wearing red workout pants and a black t-shirt. "Man I can't wait till this tour is over... I'm tired of facing Henry and Mack..." Cade says as he lifts some weight.

"I hear ya..." Jindrak says, "Although we nearly had them tonight. We just need to figure out how to neutralize Teddy Long's interference..." Jindrak adds as he steps off a treadmill.

"How about locking him in the trunk of our car?" Cade suggests with a laugh as he puts down the weights.

"Not a bad idea, but you know Bischoff will probably have us suspended without pay..." Jindrak replies and laughs as neither Superstar notices RAW's Ring Announcer Lilian Garcia entering the hotel's gym.

Lilian Garcia smiles as she casually waves over at Garrison Cade and Mark Jindrak, getting their attention. "Hey guys..." Lilian says as she starts to walk over with a bottle of water in her left hand. Lilian takes a sip and places her right hand on her hip. Lilian, who served as Ring Announcer for the house show earlier in the night, looks at Cade and Jindrak "You guys didn't do too bad tonight..." Lilian Garcia says as a compliment, while dressed in a pair of black workout shorts and a white tank top.

"Thanks Lilian... but you don't have to sugar-coat it... we know we lost..." Cade says with a laugh as he picks up his towel to wipe his face. 

"Getting in a late work out?" Jindrak asks Lilian as he leans against one of the weight racks.

Lilian nods her head "Yeah...I always hate working out during the day, there's too many people..." Lilian says with a smile and lightly shrugs her shoulders "I don't mind sharing with one or two people..." Lilian says as she turns to one of the workout benches.

"That's good for us..." Jindrak says as he tilts his head to look at Lilian's shorts covered ass as she walks to one of the workout benches. 

"Man..." Cade smacks Jindrak's arm to get his tag team partner to stop checking out Lilian's backside.

Lilian casually glances back at Jindrak and smiles "You two like working out late also?" Lilian asks as she bends over, sticking her nicely rounded ass into the air, as she stretches out.

"Yeah.... mostly to work out some frustrations over not winning..." Jindrak answers as he keeps looking at Lilian's ass. 

Cade shakes his head, "Lilian I got to apologize for Mark..." Cade starts to say.

Lilian slowly looks back and stands up straight as she turns around to face Garrison Cade and Mark Jindrak. Lilian raises an eyebrow "What are you talking about?" Lilian asks Cade.

"Ummmm..." Garrison Cade pauses as rubs his chin. 

"Yeah man... what are you talking about?" Mark Jindrak asks as he looks at his partner with an amused look on his face. 

"Hey you were checking out her ass..." Cade says to Mark.

Lilian laughs and smiles "It's ok...I knew he was, if I didn't like it. I would have said something..." Lilian says as she glances at Mark Jindrak "It's nice to be admired by a hunk..."

"What can I say..." Mark Jindrak smirks, "I like looking at hot asses..." Jindrak says. 

Cade shakes his head, "Yeah but still... ah forget it... let me shut up before I say something stupid..." Cade laughs.

Lilian laughs and folds her arms as she keeps her beautiful eyes locked on Cade and Jindrak "You can come get a closer look if you want..." Lilian replies with a playful wink.

Jindrak smirks, "I know an invitation when I hear it..." Jindrak says as he starts to walk towards Lilian. 

"So do I..." Cade says with a smile as also starts to approach Lilian. Jindrak steps behind Lilian and places his strong hands on Lilian's round shorts covered ass.

Lilian presses her lips together and laughs "You like that, Mark?" Lilian asks as she feels his strong hands roaming and rubbing against her perfectly rounded. Lilian glances over at Cade and smirks "Don't be shy...go ahead..."

Cade smirks, "Well Mark has got your ass covered..." Cade says as he places his hands on Lilian's white tank top covered tits to feel them. 

"Lilian you must really like working out...." Mark says as he squeezes Lilian's ass through the material of her shorts.

Lilian smiles "Of course, who doesn't?" Lilian says with a sweet laugh as she lowers her left hand and starts to feel up the crotch of Jindrak's shorts, feeling his bulging crotch. "Darn...young and a stud."

"Yeah... I'm a true natural born thriller..." Jindrak says with a smirk as Lilian feels his bulging crotch through his shorts. 

"Hey I'm not so bad either..." Cade laughs as he begins to lift up Lilian's tank top while Jindrak lowers Lilian's shorts.

Lilian smiles at Cade "I guess I'll have to find out, won't I?" Lilian says with a laugh as she reaches over with her right hand and rubs her hands against Cade's crotch before she starts to lower his workout pants and Jindrak's shorts at the same time.

Garrison Cade's nicely thick eleven inch cock becomes free from his pants after Lilian lowers them far enough, and Garrison takes a moment to remove his shirt to show off his smooth and toned upper body, "See not so bad right?" Cade asks as Lilian lowers Jindrak's shorts to let out Jindrak's massive thirteen inch cock.

Lilian nods her head and smiles "Not bad...not bad at all..." Lilian replies before the beautiful Ring Announcer of RAW kneels down in front of the two rookie RAW Superstars. Lilian licks her lips as she sweetly looks up at Cade and Jindrak while she starts to stroke both cocks with her soft hands, Cade in her right hand and Jindrak in her left hand.

"Mmmmm damn..." Jindrak moans as Lilian strokes his cock with her left hand. Jindrak looks down at Lilian's tits and then at Lilian's tank top that Cade is holding, "You're gonna keep holding that?" Jindrak asks. 

"Ohhh nope..." Cade says as he carefully tosses Lilian's tank top onto the workout bench as Lilian turns her right hand around his shaft. Lilian presses her soft lips together as she lowers her head and delicately slides her wet tongue across the head of Cade's cock before she moves to Jindrak's cock and gently circles her wet tongue around the head of his cock, while she smoothly guides her hands against both shafts.

"Ahhhh... mmmmm...." Jindrak moans as Lilian circles her tongue around the large head of his massive cock. 

"Shit you're hot...." Cade moans as he watches Lilian move her right hand on his hard shaft. Lilian sweetly glances up at Garrison Cade before she turns her head back to his cock and tenderly pats her tongue against the head of his cock, before she opens her mouth and nicely takes his cock into her wet and warm mouth.

"Awwww.... uhhh..." Cade moans as Lilian wraps her lips around his cock before she starts to bob her head smoothly on his cock.

Jindrak frees his dick from Lilian's left hand and steps behind Lilian, "Mmmm.... this is gonna be a real good work out..." Jindrak says as he takes off his tank top, revealing his muscular and tanned chest and impressive abs. Jindrak kneels behind Lilian and carefully guides his massive cock into Lilian's tight asshole.

"Mmmmmm!" Lilian groans around Garrison Cade's cock as she wraps her soft lips tightly around his cock. Lilian closes her eyes and starts to smoothly bob her head on his cock, gently lapping her tongue around his shaft. Lilian sweetly sways her tanned ass as Jindrak starts to pull the beautiful Diva back against his cock while he fucks her sweet ass.

"Ahhh ohhh shit...." Cade moans as he places his hands on Lilian's blond haired head as she bobs her head on his cock while also lapping her tongue against his shaft. 

"Mmmmm fuck.... I love a great tight ass..." Jindrak moans as he pumps his cock at a nice pace in and out of Lilian's asshole.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Lilian softly moans around Cade's cock as she rocks forward on her knees while Jindrak smoothly thrusts his cock into her tight asshole. Lilian lightly turns her head on Cade's cock, slobbering her saliva on his cock before she starts to take him deeper into her mouth.

"Ahhhh mmmmm yeah Lilian..." Cade moans as Lilian deep throats his eleven inch cock while she bobs her head at a quicker pace. Jindrak steadily increases the pace of his thrusts as he Lilian's ass with his huge cock.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Lilian moans a bit louder as she slaps her tongue against Cade's cock, while her tanned and juicy ass firmly smacks back against Jindrak's muscular waist as he deeply pumps his cock into her ass from behind.

"Ohhhhh.... damn Lilian.... mmmm I love your tight little ass..." Mark Jindrak grunts as he drives his cock all the way into Lilian's tight asshole. 

"Ohhhh ahhh..." Garrison Cade moans as Lilian lifts her head off of his cock.

Lilian tilts her head back and licks her lips as she pushes back quickly against Jindrak's cock, as he deeply rams his cock into her ass. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh mmm yeah!"

"Ahhh ohhh fuck Lilian... mmm!" Jindrak moans as he slows his thrusts down and pulls his massive cock out of Lilian's ass. Cade mean while has sat down on one of the workout benches that is right in front of Lilian. Lilian Garcia smiles and stands up from her knees before she moves over to Garrison Cade and gently lowers her nicely curved body onto his hard eleven inch cock, taking him directly into her pussy.

"Ahhhh ohhh yea.." Cade moans as Lilian begins to rock on his eleven inch cock. Cade places his hands on Lilian's hips as he lays back on the bench with Lilian on top of him.

Lilian bites down on her bottom lip as she places her hands onto his smooth, toned chest and starts to rock back and forth on Cade's cock. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh yeah!" Lilian moans as she begins to lightly bounce as well.

Mark Jindrak gets up from the floor and walks over to Lilian and Cade, "Hey I wasn't done with your hot ass Lilian..." Jindrak laughs as he spreads Lilian's ass cheeks and guides his thirteen inch cock into Lilian's tight asshole while she bounces on Garrison Cade's shaft.

"Mmmmmm! Ohhhh you must be an ass man, Mark!" Lilian moans as she starts to rock back on Cade's cock in order to push back on Jindrak's cock.

"Ohhh yeah.... you bet Lilian... I love how a tight ass feels on my cock..." Jindrak grunts as he resumes pumping his cock in and out of Lilian's ass. 

"Ahhh shit... hey I'm all about pussy... I love fucking it..." Cade moans as he pumps his cock upward into Lilian's wet pussy as she rides him.

"Mmmmm! Ohhhh! Ohhhh shit!" Lilian moans and grits her teeth as she starts to rock back and forth between Cade and Jindrak as each rookie thrusts their cocks up into her pussy and ass.

"Ahhhh mmmm fuck... ahhh!" Cade moans as he rams his cock sharply upward into Lilian's pussy as she grinds herself on his dick. Jindrak grabs Lilian's hips as he slams his entire cock into Lilian's asshole so that his balls are constantly smacking against Lilian's ass cheeks.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Shit!" Lilian moans as she rapidly bounces on Cade's cock as he thrusts deeply up into her tight pussy. Lilian licks her lips as Jindrak jerks her beautiful body back against his cock as he drills her ass.

"Ahhh yeah.... mmmm fuck yeah!" Jindrak moans as sweat drips off of his muscular body while he pounds Lilian's ass. Cade continues to buck his hips upward as he fucks Lilian's pussy while she rocks wildly on him. 

"Ohhhh ahhh shit..." Cade moans as he starts to cum inside of Lilian's pussy. Lilian tilts her head back and groans as she feels Cade's warm cum flooding her pussy while she continues to rock on his shaft, as Jindrak pulls her back against his massive cock inside of her ass.

"Ohhh damn.... ahhh..." Cade moans as he lays exhausted on the workout bench while Lilian rocks on his cum spent cock. Jindrak wraps his strong arms around Lilian's body and lifts her off of his tag team partner while he continues to deeply fuck Lilian's ass.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh yeah!" Lilian moans and grits her teeth as she sharply lowers on Jindrak's cock, ramming himself deeply into her tight ass.

"Awww.... mmmm you got the best ass I've ever fucked!" Jindrak grunts as Lilian starts to feel his cock throbbing within her tight asshole while he fucks her.

Lilian glances over her shoulder and smiles at Jindrak as she sharply bounces on his cock. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Lilian moans.

"Ahhh fuck... ohhh shit come on Lilian let's get this in your hot mouth..." Jindrak moans as he lifts Lilian off of his cock and lowers her in front of him. Jindrak steps around her so that his throbbing cock that was just in her ass is near her mouth. Lilian licks her lips and opens her sweet mouth, taking Jindrak's cock into her wet mouth and starts to smoothly suck on his cock.

Mark Jindrak grits his teeth as his body tenses up, giving Lilian an obvious sign that he's trying to hold out just a little bit longer. Garrison Cade sits up on the workout bench, "Damn... from her ass to her mouth..." Cade says as he watches Lilian suck on Jindrak's throbbing shaft.

"Mmmmmm..." Lilian Garcia moans as she wraps her soft lips around his shaft and perfectly teases his cock with her mouth.

"Ahhhh ohhh fuck... ahhhh!" Jindrak moans as his cock begins to erupt violently with thick bursts of cum shooting into Lilian's mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" Lilian groans as she feels his cum painfully filling her wet mouth as she lightly turns her head on his cock.

"Ahhhh.... ohhh yeah... ahhh..." Mark Jindrak moans as his cock throbs within Lilian's mouth each time cum shoots form his massive shaft. When Jindrak is finished saliva and cum is dripping from the sides of Lilian's mouth

"Mmmm..." Lilian moans, licking her lips after she shallows Jindrak's cum.

"Ohhhh shit.." Jindrak moans, "We should work out again..." Jindrak says as he looks down at Lilian.

"Any time boys..."

-END- 




Young Studs for Carol



This is the sequel to "Night of Lust for a Small Woman".

I suggest you to read it, for a better understanding, but it's not strictly necessary.

The characters are:

-CAROL, nickname "Child" : a lovely, middle-aged, small housewife, who is captured and repeatedly raped by a gang of tall, strong convicts.

-SCOTT, Carol's son : a handsome boy, who is getting the hots for his mother.

-JOHN, nickname "Daddy" : a very young, white, gigantic convict, who dominates Carol with his strength and his big endowment.

-TOM, NICK and CRAIG: the other convict . Big, black and young. In this series, Craig is leaving.

-Mr.BLUM: the cuckolded, older husband of Carol. He is leaving, together with Craig.  



When Carol awakened, after a long, restorative sleep, it was 2 p.m.

The long night of sex with the four younger studs, in front of her son, had been a terrific and exhausting experience: she had been drained of all her energies like never before in her life.

The woman raised herself from the bed and took few steps in the room to the mirror; bags around her eyes and some love bites on her breast sides proved the heavy treatment from her captors, but her appearance, on the whole, still looked great; and this was certainly due to her resilient and well exercised body: her regular gym sessions had been a big help in that circumstance.

She was totally naked; after the filthy performance, in the bathroom, with Scott and John, the giant had cradled the nude, unconscious housewife in his arms and had carried her, like daddy and child, to her room, where he had laid her in bed, together with himself and her son. 

Now, neither of them was in the room and no sound was coming from the house.

Carol felt weak and starving. As a matter of facts, from almost twenty hours her stomach was empty; and the great, unending sex acts with her younger, strong captors had increased her hunger.

She opened a drawer, picked up a pair of lacy red panties and wore them. Nothing more. It was a hot day and appearently she was alone. But after all, what was the matter? Her whole body had been already exposed to those guys and they had thoroughly inspected and checked any square inch of it for so long time and in so many ways as it seemed a nonsense, now, to show much modesty and to cover her breasts.   

The woman walked to the kitchen. She didn't care the mess still remaining, there, from the savage fucking of the last night. 

"Somebody will clean up everything, later on," she thought; now, what she needed, first, was just a good, rich breakfast.

She whipped the eggs in a bowl, to fix the omelet, adding plentiful ham and cheese and she prepared coffee and toasts for herself; juice, butter, jam and cakes completed her meal. During her movements, the massive, heavy boobs were flopping all over her chest, slapping noisily one against the other. 

Finally she sat down and ate.

She was bent at the sink, to wash cups and glasses after her breakfast, when two large black hands, from behind, slid around her upper body and seized her tits. At the same time, a voice boomed in her ears: "Hi, baby! Doing well?"

"Toooooom!!" she gasped, turning and looking up, to the towering figure of the stud. A captivating smile was widening on his face, putting in evidence a crown of white teeth. He was naked, except for a green towel, wrapped around his hips.

"You scared me!" Carol yelled, trying to free herself from the tightening grasp.

"Come here, sweetie, let me wish you a good day," said Tom, who put his hands around her tiny waist, lifting the woman up and cradling her in his arms. His lips touched hers, then his probing tongue french-kissed her, laving and bathing the oral cavity. 

She accepted it, because she well knew that her body, now, had just to serve the craving desire of those men and she had to please them, till when they would decide to leave the house.

When the long kiss ended, Tom rested the petite lady on the crook of his elbow,  then opened the fridge and picked up a couple of cans of beer.

He walked to the dining room, carrying the small Carol like an infant; her butt on his left arm, her tiny hands over his broad shoulders. He took a seat, put the cans over a table in front of him and accomodated Carol, sidewise, on his lap, between his hairy chest and the edge of the table.    

Her legs dangled in the air; Tom's hand solidly cupped one of her fleshy, huge breasts, caressing with his meaty fingers the rosy, wrinkled areola and the protruding hardness of the stiff nipple. 

He was playing with her lithe body and in the meantime he was drinking and telling Carol what happened in the last two hours, while she was still sleeping in her bed. 

He said that Craig had ordered to her husband to drive him to another town, near the frontier, where he had to meet some friends. The two of them had already left the house on the family car. 

Craig was expected to come back in a couple of days, bringing with him all the necessary documents for all the team. After that, finally, the four of them would be free to move anywhere in the Country and to leave without problems.   

Besides, Scott had accompanied John downtown, on Carol's car, to the nearest shopping center, to buy some clothes for all of them, in replacement of their convict uniforms.  

In the house, at present, there were only Tom and Nick, who had decided to rest at the big swimming pool. When Tom went to the kitchen, to take some cool drinks, he had met Carol; Nick was still sunbathing in the backyard.  

Tom's continuous workout over her sensitive breast was driving Carol close to her arousal: her hormones were racing with desire, while her right nipple hardened under the stimulation of the rubbing fingers. His sculpted body, his strong neck, his smooth and heavily ample chest, his black large hand moving over her tender white skin, his rippled muscles: everything was showing off his powerful masculinity. She loosened any restraint and her tiny hand started caressing his back, while her mouth engulfed one of his big nipples, tonguing and sucking it, like a newborn.

"Yes, little one, do it; you like it, don't you?" he murmured in her ear.

"Mmmmmmmmm. . . " was the only reply from Carol: she was, now, too much engaged in her mouthing action. 

Her body was trembling with lust and her breath was turning into short gasps. Carol thrust more of her tit into his palms; she was no more a mature married woman, a mother of two grown childrens; she was acting, in the arms of that much younger stud, like a schoolgirl who was experiencing her first date.

From his part, Tom was not less aroused. The diminutive, half naked body of the beautiful housewife, totally and defencelessly embraced to him, gave the man an immense sense of power: he could handle her like she was just a toy for his sexual desire.

His big cock was bulging in the tightening of the towel: the pressure was becoming unbearable. In a quick motion, Tom lifted the woman from his lap by one arm and with the free hand tore off the cloth from around his hips. The male member sprang out powerfully, like a steel bar.

Tom lowered again Carol onto his lap and turned her: now she was facing away and the long shaft was sliding over her vee.

"Ohhhhhhhh. . . myyyyyyyy. . . your cock. . . is soooo big!" she moaned.

One of his hands was fondling again her tits, cupping alternately both of them; the second one was stretched over her panties-covered pussy, where he could feel, through the wet lacy garment, the crack of her cuntlips. 

"You like to play, don't you, little one?" and without caring for her answer, Tom slid two fingers inside her panties, stroking and pinching her labia. Then he released his grip and brought the hand to his mouth, licking and savouring her sweet nectar. 

"Ohhhhhhhh. . . Tom, you are teasing me!" she said in a meek voice. She was helpless and the black guy was like a flooding river; nothing could stop his fury. 

His teeth went deep into the tender flesh of her neck and upper arm, causing two crowns of red love bites over the white skin and making the trapped woman struggle and jiggle in his tightening embrace. 

He raised her left arm and nuzzled in the tender recess of her armpit; the smell of her perspiration was intoxicating. His darting tongue licked her delicate skin: it was smooth, clean and soft like it belonged to a little baby. His right hand was firmly placed over her right tit, playing with the swollen globe of her white flesh. He caressed the rosy areola; he pinched and rolled the protruding nub, pulling it to an incredible length; he squeezed in his large palm the whole breast, enjoying the way he could mould it to his liking. His mouth went down from her armpit and reached the side of her left tit, where his lips and tongue played with her little mole, lapping feverishly, like her body was an ice-cream.   

His left hand was moving back and forth over her inner thighs, stroking and rubbing her sensitive skin. She sighed when he inserted again his hand inside her soaked panties and explored her pussy lips, touching with talented fingers her moist crotch; she jumped in his lap, while her juices continued to flow from her opening. His hand spread her cuntal folds and his whole middlefinger easily disappeared in her love channel, caressing her insides. 

The small body of the woman was totally owned by the younger man, who could move and manipulate her, like she was nothing more than a living doll, a plaything for his amusement. Husband, lovers, friends: nobody of them had taken her with the same total possession of that guy and his buddies. The sexual instincts of those strangers, who had occupied her house, were surging up violently, in the presence of her middle-aged, small frame; they didn't miss, in any occasion, to show their strength and power, by handling and carrying her in their sinewy arms, easily like she was a child.      

Carol's crotch was flooding in her flowing juices, making Tom's hand completely wet. It was too much, for the black stud: he loosened his hold over her upper torso and put his thumbs and forefingers around the sides of the elastic band of her lacy panties. He gave two simultaneous tugs and the nice garment became a shredded useless piece of cloth. He picked up in his fist the destroyed panties, made them sliding along the crack of her beautiful asscheeks and brought them to her mouth.

"Lick it, bitch, lick your own juices. Does it smell good?" he said, rubbing the ruined garment over her face and forcing it between her lips and teeth. 

He was debasing his victim, he was submitting her to any kind of dirty treatment and she enjoyed it. 

The touch of his hands over her now totally naked body was sending waves of warmth and pleasure: she closed her eyes and let out low moans. 

Finally Tom decided to end his action: he removed the piece of cloth from her face and threw it across the room.   

"Ready for a ride, baby?" said Tom, standing up and holding Carol in his arms.

"Where are you carrying me, big boy?" she asked coyly.

"To your room, sweetie. I want intimity: you and me on your marital bed; your small body totally mine!" and Tom reinforced his words with a gentle kiss over her lips, followed by another one over her left nipple: the boob prettily wobbled under the darting tongue.   

Carol was giggling in his strong embrace; she had definitely lost any reluctance; she was, now, an obliging woman who wanted just to please the irresistible longing of her passionate lover: a woman who was proud of the physical attraction she was still able to raise in that younger man.

"My friends, sometimes, used carry me around, during my parties," she said.

"Your friends?" Tom was surprised. "And your husband? What about your husband?"

"My husband? He liked it; he can only watch, now, because he is too old to carry me in his arms, like he was doing in the first years of our marriage." 

Carol smiled and let her naked legs flying about in the air, while Tom was walking and rocking, at the same time, her nice body, like she was a Barbie doll.

"What a slut, baby! What a whore you are, little one!" he murmured. 

They had just arrived at her room's door, when the sound of a familiar voice stopped them.

"Hey!!. . . Where are you going? Are you okay, mom?" It was Scott.

Evidently, he had come back from his journey with John; when he had left the house, a couple of hours ago, his mother was still in bed and now he was looking for her. 

"Scoooott!!!" called out Carol. "I love you, dear!" and her expression didn't show any kind of embarassment, in front of her son, as if it was the most natural thing to be caught by him in that position: naked in the arms of a naked Tom who was holding her like a baby.      

Also Scott was not too much astonished. After the intrusion of those men, he had become accustomed to the sight of his mother, cradled in turn by one of them. She had a small body and they enjoyed to lift her up in the air, like a feather.    

"Kid, your mom is in good hands, as you can see," said Tom in a suasively tone, bouncing Carol up and down a couple of times, before raising her to his ravenous mouth's level. His tongue glided along the valley between her big boobs, leaving a salivating trail on its way.

"Ahhhhhhhhh. . ." she giggled like a little girl, clearly liking what Tom was doing her.

"Did you see, boy? Mommy loves it," said the black guy, who continued to play with her beautiful jugs. His lips were sliding along the smooth surface of her tits and his teeth were delicately pinching the turgid nipples.  

"Ohhhhh, gawwwwd. . . you nasty guy! You like my tits, don't you?" she said provocatively, quite ignoring the presence of her son. 

"Yes, honey, and you like to be milked, don't you, little nasty mom?"

"Mmmmmmm. . . I like when you call me mom. Do you want to have fun with my boobs, big boy?"

"I want to have fun with all of your body, mommy," and, in a quick motion, he wrapped his hands around her waist and, without effort, made her standing up in the air, in vertical position, facing him.  

"Are you ready, honey?" he told her. "Watch carefully, boy!"

Scott was looking at the couple of lovers; from his gaze, he seemed very interested to the game Tom was starting to play with Carol.

"Put your hands around my neck, little one, and spread your legs!" 

The woman obeyed. Her crotch was just above his huge cock. She was anxiously breathing.

Tom approached his mouth to hers and kissed Carol passionately; then, with a resolute movement, he lowered her and inserted the long shaft in her pulsating vagina. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh!!. . . you big son of a. . . " She couldn't finish her words: her wet pussy had been entirely filled up, past her crevix, by the male member. She was moaning and panting with excruciating pleasure.

"Another fucking session for mom," was thinking Scott in his mind. He had lost count of how many times his mother had been penetrated, last night, by those lecherous rapists. Now it was a new day and she was again in their hands. He knew very well that this torment would finish only after their departure; till then, his mom and himself were at their complete mercy, and also his manifest incestuous desire was subject to their will.    

Tom had placed his callous hands under Carol's delicate buttocks and he was bouncing the small woman up and down his meaty piston; she cooed like a little girl, her hands wrapped up around his neck and her legs clung to his hips.

"You are made for this, baby," he shouted, like crazy. "You are made for my cock. Watch, boy, watch your mom: she is my cock ornament!"

What a sigh was, for Scott, to see his tiny white mom impaled on this huge black man, like she was his property. Her large tits were pressed, due to the difference of height, to his hairy belly and her lips were licking his ample chest, sucking one of the dark nipples in her mouth.

"Cock ornament", was thinking the aroused son. Better to say that it was a monkey position: a big ape carrying a cub.

Carol enjoyed the treatment Tom was giving her.

"I can carry you like this, on my cock, till tomorrow, you little old lady. Your weight is nothing; I can lift you up just with one hand!" He made fun of her and his smile resounded noisily. 

"And I like to be carried by you, Tom," she squealed, gazing up to his eyes. "I'm a shrimp, I'm a baby! Play with your baby, big boy; play with me!"

"Sure, honey," he said. And to Scott: "Boy, did you see? The bimbo, here, wants fun and I'm going to give her all the fun she needs. She is mine, all mine! I'll return her back to you later on." 

And without hesitation Tom carried the giggling woman inside her bedroom.

Before the door was closed in front of Scott, Carol had just the time to blow him a kiss.

In the room, the black guy walked to the mirror. He stood sideways in front of it, making Carol have a good look of her naked impaled body: her thirty-six double D globes crushed against him, her round buns cupped by his meaty fingers, her small, middle-aged frame dwarfed by the big young boy, who had placed his cock into her vagina and, without effort, was holding her in his hands.     

The woman was clearly excited.

"How much does it turn you on to be fucked by someone who could be your son?" provocatively asked Tom.  

"And how much are you turned on to fuck someone who could be the age of your mother"?

"It really turns me on to have a woman your age in my hands and put my cock into her!" 

"It's like you are raping your mom, you nasty boy!"

"It's like to dominate a small older woman whose muscles are just able to tickle me, you little mommy!"  

To be called mommy turned her on, even more; and Tom knew very well how to please the lecherous lady. Carol's ninety-five pounds were a child's play, for his massive arms. He had no trouble to raise and lower her, sliding his lubricated shaft, back and forth with alternate motion, along her cunt walls. He was using the woman's twat to masturbate himself: like his fist had been replaced by her body. Up, till only his cock-head was inserted in her love channel and then, abruptly, down till her crotch hit the base of his prick.

"Watch in the mirror, mommy! Watch the fucking cock, you little whore!" 

His words, added to his savage action, produced a devastating effect on the poor housewife.    

"Ohhhhh. . . yeeeeeessss. . . you make me . . . cuuuummm . . . ohhhhh. . . fuck meeeee. . . . Scooott. . . ohhhhhhhh!!"

She was screaming, her cunt hole was creaming uninterruptibly and her mind was in turmoil. To be fucked by a young boy who could be her son and to be called "mommy" by him had reversed her reality. In her fantasy, now, she was fucked by Scott: her incestuous desire had been finally satisfied and the big boy who was reaming her pussy was her lovable son. 

Tom understood what was happening in her mind and immediately took advantage, to increase the lust.

"Yes, mommy, yes, cum on my cock! Fuck your son, spray your juices, slut, fill your little pussy with my big cock!" 

The black man was grabbing her waist for all he was worth, while the woman, who had completely lost any control, was cumming harder and harder, making her pussy to clamp down on his prick like a vice, while her heavy tits swayed on her chest, like balloons.   

Finally, she collapsed in his arms, totally spent by the violent fucking.

Tom had mercy; the small older woman had been fully dominated by the power of his young age and now she was hanging from his massive arms and his big cock, like a sack of potatoes. He dislodged Carol from the prick, enjoying the plopping sound coming from her cunt; then carried her to the bed, where he sat, with his back leant against the bed-head. He laid the unconscious housewife over him: her body crossing his at ninety degrees, her back resting over his lap and her legs and arms well spread over the sheets. In that position, she was totally displayed to the black stud.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 02



After Nick and Tom left the room, Scott stared for some minutes at his mom's naked body. 

The woman was breathing deeply, still passed out from the long wild fucking. Her swollen breasts were ondulating on her chest; her left arm was stretched out over her head, showing the delicious curve of one ivory-white armpit.   

The boy tore off his shorts and briefs and stood naked in front of her sleepy mom: his shaft was jutting up, in all its hardness, from his hairy crotch.

He was still aroused from the vision of the torrid sex-session between his mother and the two big black guys. They had easily manhandled and used her small body in any imaginable way, to satiate their sadistic pleasure. And she had greatly enjoyed the big cocks, when they fucked and finally finished her off. 

Now his mom laid unconscious on her marital bed, in a pool of male spunk, sweat and her own cum, that soaked the sheet.   

Her son knelt in front of her, holding out one hand; his fingers touched her right shoulder and ran along her body. The soft skin was totally coated, from head to thighs, by a sticky substance: the gift from the two spurting dicks.

He removed her thumb from her mouth, before giving a gentle kiss to her open lips, then he laid down on the bed, beside her, and nuzzled in her tender hairless armpit, while fingering the pink protuberance of one nipple.

"Mom," he murmured in her ear. "Mom, are you okay? I'm Scott, mom".    

His words and the touch of his hand had awakened her: she let out a soft moan and snuggled into his body.

Sliding closer, he stroked her left underarm, from shoulder to tit, where he delicately tipped the erotic spot of her little mole, which interrupted the smooth texture of her baby-like skin.

She cooed and purred.

He buried his face in her cleavage, in the white valley between the two delicious mounds, as his passion increased more and more.

Carol threw her head back, lifting up her torso to the exploring mouth of her son: she enjoyed his kisses and caresses.   

Now Scott's left hand had reached her face, feeling the softness of her lips and neck, tracing the delicate outline of her nose and chin.

The other hand was still playing with the sensuous round flesh of her splendid boobs, delightfully feasting on the displayed goodness of nipples, areolas and soft, ivory-white skin. 

His mouth shifted from the tender curve of her armpit to the erect peak of one breast, hungrily licking and sucking as much as he could of motherly flesh.  

She moved her hips; when her cunt touched the head of his manhood, both of them gasped.

"All in the family, huh?" a sudden voice from behind shocked them. "The sexy mommy and her sex-starved boy! What a nice picture to show to the old man!!"

When John entered the room, his intention was to have just some fun with the older lady, before giving her another good fucking: the first one, for him, after the long night of lust and the final orgy in the kitchen, where the small brunette had been, for long time, at the total mercy of four big studs. But now, watching the scene in front of him, everything was moving to a much more exciting way.

Carol and Scott heard the sound of a thump on the floor. When they turned back their heads, John's gigantic, fully naked frame towered over them; he had discarded his pants, making them fly to the foot of the bed, and now his huge cock was growing up, harder and longer, between his hairy thighs.

"Oh my god. . . John!!" the woman exclaimed, istinctively covering her sex with her tiny hand, while her son loosened his grasp on her breast.

"Nice to see you again, little mama! Master is back, with his big tool, to pleasure again the old chick!" he said, with a sarcastic tone in his voice. And to the astonished boy: "Mom is a tasty mouthful, huh!" he said, loudly laughing. "Don't stop, kid! Continue to play mom's sweet tits! Give these boobs a good workout. I'll take care of her crotch! And then yours!"

After these words, the big stud climbed on the bed, kneeling in front of the incestuous couple. He grabbed Carol's legs and spread them; then he pulled off her hand, fully exposing to his gaze the rosy, bald area of her cunt-lips and clit.

Scott was motionless, still incredulous of what was happening around him. John encouraged the boy: "Go ahead, dude, feel mom's boobs! Mouth'em! Take your dessert!" till Scott reached out with his hand and gently cupped Carol's left tit, before bending himself over the laid woman and closing his lips around her second nipple. 

Carol gasped and arched her back towards her son. 

His hand ran over the silk-soft skin, enjoying the stiffened peak against his palm, while his teeth tugged the other nipple, causing the breast to stretch out of its shape.   

"Ohhhh. . . ohhhh. . .yeeesss. . . bite it!!" she whispered, softly moaning. 

Then, suddenly, she squirmed: a second mouth had attacked her pussy. 

It was John, who had plunged his lips onto her pubic mound, leaving a trail of soft kisses on her genital area, while the woman started squealing.

"Go ahead, Scott! Work on her boobs: I'm serving her cunt!" the giant ordered, raising his head from Carol's crotch, after a long licking and teasing. "The bimbo, here, loves my tongue!" 

"You love my tongue, lady Blum, don't you?" he asked her; and, without waiting her reply, he continued: "Let's play with your mini cock, sweetie. Let's pick it out of its hood!"

His hand reached down, to her labia, and rolled the sensitive bud between his thumb and the tip of his index finger.

Carol couldn't help crying.

"Goooooddd!!!!Arghhhhhh!!! Oohhhhh!!! Stop. . . please. Stooop!"

But he didn't stop. He had her. The older lady was again in his hands, at his complete mercy; and he knew very well that she was available for any kind of depravity he wished.

"Go ahead, boy, don't stop eating and rubbing her tits! Mom is mine, now! She loves my treat. She's ready for anything!" John shouted. "And you too are mine, dude!"

Then the big stud held out his hand and wrapped his fingers around Scott's young and well sized cock.  

One hand on mom's cunt, one hand on son's dick: the family was surrending to his libidinous desire and he was strongly determined to take the opportunity: both of them, Carol and Scott, had to be dominated; both of them were his puppets; both of them were ready to be used and abused.

Still pulling her love button with two fingers, John lowered his head to her twat, kissing and tasting the hairless slit.

The woman squirmed, her toes curling, her tiny hands flailing, like they were searching for something to grab.

At the same time, his grip around her son's dick tightened, rubbing the now fully erect shaft, back and forth mercilessly, till the boy started moaning, his body twisting and jerking, in response to the touch of the huge palm: John's hand was clearly pleasuring Scott's love muscle.

"Mom is your toy, kid!" the giant encouraged his male victim. "Hold on her tits, squeeze them, mouth'em. You like mom's flesh, don't you? You have it, now! It's yours, all yours!!"

These words, together with the firm, continuous massage of his dick, while his hand and mouth were in strict contact with the silky-soft skin of his mother's chest, were driving the poor boy over the edge.

His right hand grabbed one fleshy orb and squished it against his cheek, while his eager tongue lapped and sucked furiously at the other tit, covering the tender skin, the rosy areola and the pink nipple with gobs of saliva.

"Mmmmmmmm. . ." he groaned, unable to control the movements of his lower body, under the increasing pressure from John's gigantig fist.

"Ohhhhhh. . . goooodddddd!!" the woman loudly cried, overwhelmed by the sensation she was feeling. 

The rich and respectable queen of Blum's house had been transformed by her young captor, in less than twenty-four hours, in a slutty bitch, taken in turn by a group of horny guys, who played with her in any imaginable way, fucking all of her holes. The mature woman was just a toy, for them: a living doll, a little pet, ready for any kind of manipulation. And now John, the giant stud who loved playing the role of her "big daddy", while she had become his "little child", had bedded her and son in her marital bed, well determined to fulfil, again and again, his libidinous desire of her small, luscious body.

The big man had lifted both her legs over his shoulders; he was rubbing his hand over the cunt area, caressing the tiny, sensitive protuberance and alternately fingering the crack of her vagina and bum. She felt her pussy-lips gaping and her clit stiffening, under his assault; then she felt a darting tongue flicking and wetting her anus.   

Another mouth and another hand (these ones from her son) were mauling and devouring her succulent titflesh.

The two guys were manipulating Carol's body, as though she was a plaything.

John was in full control of the incestuous couple. 

The woman was letting out muffled moans, clearly enjoying the erotic caresses on her sensitive holes; the boy was squirming and deeply breathing, pleasured by the fleshy curves of his mother's body and by the jerking off on his member.

Now Scott's hands were cupping mom's tits, fondling them, playing with the two areolas, pinching and pulling her nipples, getting them harder and longer.

Then he bent downwards and their mouths melted together in a passionate kiss, whilst his hands continued to take possession of her magnificent breasts.

When they broke the kiss, his tongue ran along her body, tracing a wet path from her neck to her cleavage.

The round boobs were changing shape, under the constant attention of his grasping fingers. He removed his own hand from the left tit and replaced it with his lips.

He licked, bit and sucked the nipple like a newborn; he lapped all of the rounded, soft surface of her mound, enjoying the savor of her springy breast; he was delighted by the smooth and unblemished texture of her skin and mammary flesh.

"Lick the tits, dude, suck'em, toy with mom!" John shouted; his left hand was still wrapped around Scott's captured cock, sliding up and down the hard shaft, enjoying the possession of this young piece of meat he was vigorously manipulating, knowing that it wouldn't take much to send the boy over the top.

At the same time his right hand was working on the moistened flesh between Carol's thighs; the woman's body quivered, when he rolled her clit between his fingers.     

"Oohhh. . . please. . . enough. . . enough. . .ohhhh. ." she couldn't take anymore of it; her eyes were rolling back, her little toes curling.

His lips moved from her upturned ass, landing on her silky, bald pussy. He pushed his face towards her cunt and his tongue opened its way through the pink folds of her slit, down inside the love tunnel.  

"Ahhhhhh. . . " she arched her back, gripping tightly on the mattress.

He let his tongue explore the channel, as he felt her tormented body tremble and shake under his assault; girlish moans of pleasure escaped her mouth: she was starting to erupt in another orgasm.

His lips savored Carol's flesh; sweet juices were gushing from her insides, while her little nub was throbbing, hard and elongated like a miniature penis. 

"Ohhhhhh. . . goooodddddd. . . please. . ." she cried.

"Please what, baby?" he mocked. "You want more, don't you? Okay, child, you got it!" and, still playing the clit between thumb and index, he easily slipped his middle finger into her pussy, causing a river of sex cream out of her labia.  

"You like it, don't you? Let me check more of you, little whore!" and his finger slid deeper inside her, till he could feel the ring of her cervix.

"Ahhhhhh. . . enough. . . you touch my. . . cervix. . .!" she yelled, twisting her hips.

"More, baby, more!" he exclaimed, pushing the tip of his thick, extremely long finger against the hard crown and then, finally, thrusting it inside her womb.

"Feel it, little pussy?" his finger was probing her most inner parts.         

"Ggoddd. . . arghhhhhh. . . oohhhhh. . . myyyyyyy god. . .ahhh... stooooopppp!!"

Her high squeals were all music to his ears. 

"You little chick. . . you little babe. . . cream for your daddy, little pet!" he told her, to stir her up.

And at the same time his left hand was still toying with Scott's pulsating dick; his thumb had reached the swollen tip and now he was gently caressing, with expert touches, the little opening of his prick: pre-cum was oozing from the cockslit.

Carol was unendlessly squirming, under the invasion of her womb and the manipulation and mouthing of her tits by her son. Her body was devastated, her mind out of control.

"Ohhhhhh. . . gooodddd. . . enough. . . enough. . . it's tooooo. . . much!" she cried.

"Ohhhhh. . . little whore, you are wet!!" John exclaimed. "You want to cum, don't you, baby?"

A long, suffocated moan was the reply to his words.

"The babe wants a good cock!" he told the boy, releasing his erect manhood. "Fuck her tits, fuck mommy's boobs, put your tool between these puppies! Give'em a good fuck!!"

Scott needed no further incitement: in a quick motion, he jumped over his mom and rode her chest, placing his aroused cock in the middle of her breasts. Then, with feverish hands, he grabbed the two fleshy mounds and pressed them in a tight channel around his dick.   

Carol continued moaning, while the walls of her womb were still accepting the probing touches of an invading finger.

"Yes, boy, fuck the big titted babe! She's horny! She's all hungry for cock!" John shouted.     

Now Scott's tool was starting a back and forth movement between the huge boobs of his mother; the thick shaft disappeared in the soft tunnel he had created on her cleavage and when he pumped up, the head of his prick peaked out, a couple of inches from her open mouth.

The room echoed with the flesh-to-flesh slapping sounds. The scene was amazing.

"Ohhhhh. . . yeeesssss. . . I love it, give me more. . . more of it!" the woman yelled, before pushing her lips out, in the attempt to capture some of the cock-tip.  

With that invitation and without hesitation, Scott thrusted his dick and pointed it towards Carol's mouth: now its head was scraping her teeth, while its root and balls were nestled in the soft embrace of the twin globes.

Her squishy melons were burning in his grasping fingers, her hard nipples tickling the surface of his cupped palms, the silky soft skin of her mammaries driving him crazy.  

"What a tits, mom! I love them. . . I want them.... " he grunted, increasing the action of his cock, deeper into her valley and then up, to her eager mouth.   

"Yeeeesss. . . yeeess. . ." his mother screamed, welcoming the cock between her lips, flicking with her tongue the engorged head, sucking and slurping like mad.

John was enjoying the scene. Knelt on the large bed, he had positioned himself beside the incestuous couple, from where he could have a close sight of their sex-session. He had removed his finger from the cunt-channel and now the huge palm of his right hand was gently caressing her bald crotch, delighted by the female fluids that oozed from her love-opening. His middle finger traced the wet pink skin of the pussy folds and the enlarged ring of the cunt-hole. When index and thumb drew out again the clit from its hood, squeezing and rolling it, the woman let out a high squeal, followed by a gurgling sound: her son had just inserted his tit-fucking cock into her mouth. 

"Ohhhhh. . . fuck, mom, I'm gonna cum," Scott yelled; and his first hot spurt of jizz violently erupted from of his dick. Carol sucked hard, her wanton lips clamped around the pulsating shaft, while her boy's cum was hungrily swallowed inside her throat and then down to her stomach.

"Spray on those jugs, kid," exclaimed John; it was quite an order, and Scott complied.

He released her right tit, pulling his cock out of mom's mouth with his left hand; then, with his right hand, he shaped her left tit into a cone of flesh, topped by the nipple and the surrounding areola.

"Ohhhh. . . so nice. . . my tit. . . my clit. . . cum. . . cum!" She was theirs, now, all theirs. A sexy mature woman to be fucked and toyed by two young guys, one of whom was her own son. She had been fully taken by them; and she loved it!       

"Here it comes, mom. . . I cum on you. . . here. . . here. . ." and, with that, Scott blasted his second stream onto the peak of Carol's hand-squeezed tit. A white, hot cream covered the mammary set, leaking down the smooth skin, like rivers from a mountain.

"Ohhhhhh. . . yes. . . cum on my tits. . . ohhhhh. . son. . ." she cried.

"Yummy!" exclaimed John, pulling her clit with his fingers. 

"Good work, buddy, the bimbo loves your cock!" he continued. "Go ahead! She has another puppy!" and a loudly laugh followed. "Finish yourself off and then I'll give her some more, from my dick!"  

Mother and son were in heaven. Her hands reached out and her soft fingers encircled Scott's thick, wet shaft; she slowly caressed it, from the head to the ball-sac, letting him massage and squeeze the resilient flesh of her right mound. She was helping him: she had laid the tip of his throbbing member on her rock-hard nipple and now she was making it rub the wrinkled skin of her large areola.

"Uuuuuugghhhhh. . . " he grunted, and a last shot of cream gushed out, splashing onto her tit. 

He was drained. Finally he had cum on his mother's chest and now his cock was softening. Before collapsing, exhausted, onto the bed beside Carol, he lowered his head to hers and kissed her lips.

Now, finally, it was John's turn.

He gave a look to Carol's body; her tits were a mess: all covered in a thick coat of sperm, leaking down to her cleavage and stomach.

He moved his fingers from her aroused clit and tasted in his mouth, for an instant, her sweet juices; then opened his large hand and gave her twat a couple of gentle slaps.

The woman quivered.

"Okay, little wife," he told her, in a sarcastic, sadistic tone. "You got just a breakfast. Now it's time for a real lunch, from a real man!"       

"Ohhhhhh. . . your cock? It's big. . . you're so big. . . ahhhhhh. . .!"

Unceremoniously, he had grabbed Carol by her legs, easily turning her small body around; then his arm circled her hips and lifted her butt. In an instant he had repositioned the woman. Knelt on her knees, with her elbows supporting her upper body, her head nestled down on the sheet, her tight round ass sticking up in the air, she was an inviting target.

He moved on his knees and stood behind her, his massive hard cock raising from his hairy crotch. His hands went to her white, well-shaped thighs and spread them wide open, to have her butt-hole and shiny wet love channel all displayed to his ravenous gaze.

"So sweet. . . so sweet. . . " his fingers touched her pliant buttocks, enjoying once more the softness of her unblemished skin: unbelievable, for a fifty-two aged woman, wife and mother of two. Up and down, from her anal ring to the pink folds of her pussy lips, he explored her lower body.  

"You're a cutest thing, baby!" he exclaimed, giving her a slight slap which made jiggle, deliciously, her righ bun. 

A soft moan had just escaped her throat, as a second harder slap reached her left asscheek.

"Ohhhhhh. . . . don't hurt, please, don't hurt me!!" she whimpered.

"Call me daddy, little whore!" he commanded.

"Yes, daddy, yes. . . " she said meekly.

"Remember that I can do what I want, with you. I'm your daddy and you're mine, hotty! You're a little thing: my sweet, little thing! My child!" he smirked. And another two slaps, at open hands, landed sonorously on her superb butt.

But John didn't want to hurt the woman; he just wanted to show her who was in control. He was her master and she had become his obedient sex-toy. A sexy female, a luscious body he was going, again, to pleasure with his engorged tool.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 02



On the other side, Carol, despite her feeble attempts of protest, was still well aroused from the great assault on her tits by her horny son. She felt her orgasm growing, at the contact with the huge stud who was manipulating her.   

Her heavy boobs hung erotically from her chest, swaying back and forth and making the pink nipples brush against the sheet.  

He slid his hands along her back and circled her tummy, caressing the underside of her large mammaries. When he cupped the two melons in his huge palms, he felt them all covered by the sticky substance her son's cock had deposited on her chest. But John didn't care; her boobs were so inviting! He had rarely found a woman with a rack like this.   

"These puppies are crying for a big treat," he said, smoothing and fondling the twin mounds, bouncing them in his hands, as though he was checking their weight.

"Look, boy," he told Scott. "Look at the treasure you have, at home: a mom with tits like this! If I had a mom like yours, I'd be never tired to feast on these jugs!" And his fingers tweaked and pulled the nipples, like he was milking a cow.

The woman was delighted. Her sexual urges were rising once again; her lower body was struggling, her ass dancing no more than a couple of inches far from his long shaft.      

He bent his hips down and made the head of his cock sliding along the crack between her cheeks, back and forth, from her spread labia to the tiny ring of her sphincter. With his hands still playing her breasts and her ass and pussy all offered to his throbbing member, he could enjoy his sexy prey, the mature Mistress Blum, anyway he wished.

"Are you daddy's little child?" he asked, loving to hear her girlish scream of "yes".

"This pussy is mine, baby!" and the cock-head explored the entrance of her love tunnel.

"Yes, daddy, yes; toy with my pussss. . . ahhhhh. . . " she cried, because her wet walls had given easy access to the thick tip and a few inches of his shaft.       

"You. . . you are. . . fucking me. . . ohhhh. . . daddy!" Carol was rubbing her head on the sheet, her mouth gasping for air. "Oh yes, oh yes. . .ohhhhh!" and again she came.

Scott was shocked. The full submission of his petite, busty mom to the desire of this young, gigantic stud was so perverted! But it was also an exciting sight! And the "daddy child" role they were playing increased the depravity of their sexual acts.

"I've not yet fucked you, little pet!" John laughed. "Got only two inches of my meat. Lemme warm you up like you deserve, baby!"

And after giving her breasts a final hard squeeze which caused from her a long low moan, he put his hands on her butt, spreading her cheeks, to reveal her rear assets.

"Daddy's going to pleasure the lil one," he said, and pushed his index finger into her anus. The upper portion of his cock was still inserted in her pussy. Carol shuddered.  

"Another step, child!" and his second index finger, together with his thumb, grabbed her clit and twisted. Now, all of her sensitive spots, in her lower body, were at mercy of her lover. She screamed, in pleasure.

"All mine, baby! And you love it, don't you?" he exclaimed.

"Ohhhhhh. . . gooodddd. . . you make me cum. . . ohhhh. . . again. . .again. . I'm cumming. . . ohhhh. . . daddy!" she tossed her head back and forth, on the sheet.

"Cumming, huh. . .? Thank your daddy, little child!" he ordered, pushing his cock two inches deeper.

"Ahhhhhhhh. . .yeeeesss. . .oooohhhhhh. . . yessss daddy," his cock was driving her crazy. "Thank. . . thank you, daddy. . . ohhhhh!"

"That's the way to fuck the horny moms, kid!" he told her son. "Listen to her screams!"

And these words were followed by a deeper insertion in her shit channel. His finger was fully imbedded in her ass, where he felt her muscle flexing and releasing, to swallow the intruder.

The mature woman squeaked like a pierced swine. Pussy juice soaked her love channel and lubricated his penetrating cock. Her clit was on fire from his constant massage.

Then, suddenly, with a low and guttural moan, John lunged forwards and, in one swift movement, pushed his dick in her cunthole, till its head hit her cervix. Eight inches of his cock, half of its length, were buried into her.   

"Ahhhhhh. . . your. . .cock. . . ahhhhh. . . my. . . pussy. . .!" she shrieked.

"Yes, yes, little wifey. . . your mini pussy is mine!" he shouted. "You're mine, you belong to my cock. . . my fucking cock!" His finger continued to play with her rear hole, where he felt his own dick through the thin membrane between her rectum and her vagina. The tips of his other hand were feasting on her engorged clit, increasing her pleasure.

"Yessss...ooooh god yessss. . . do me harder. . . goooooooddddd. . . you make me cum. . . make me cuuuummmm. . . " she cried like an animal.

"The baby wants more," he said, turning his gaze to Scott. "Tell me, boy! D'you want I'm going deeper and make her scream around my whole cock into her?"

Seeing his mother fully submitted to this strong stud, who toyed with her like she was a living doll, with a good portion of his massive tool firmly inserted in her little pussy, while she was filling her marital room with girlish giggles and high squeals of delight, was enough to put him, again, over the edge. 

His fingers were stroking his member, which was, now, on the verge to ejaculate.       

"Yes. . . yes, John. . . fuck her, fuck all of your cock into her. . . fuck my mom. . . make her scream. . . make her your slut!" he yelled; and a thick stream gushed from his cock-head, arching in the air and falling onto the floor.

"Okay! You want more. . . and your son, too, wants more! Get it all, lil wife!" John exclaimed. 

Without releasing his shaft from her cunt-channel, he grabbed her by her waist and effortlessly lifted and pulled her back. She was in vertical position, now; her back against his torso, her legs partially bent over his large thighs.

"Ahhhhhh. . . what . . ." Carol was in confusion. 

But he didn't let her finish. "Go down, baby! It's all for you!" his voice boomed in a triumphant scream, while he released his grip: Carol's body, under its own weight, fell down onto his cock.  

"Uuugggghhhgggg. . . ahhhhhh!" she cried: the cock-head had penetrated her womb. 

"A big cock, little one. . . a young big cock! All for you, slut!" his hands had captured again her swaying tits, squashing and crushing them in an iron-like grip.  

"The little old chick is all mine, now" he thought. "I'm going to fuck the big-titted whore like she had never had!" 

His monster dick was digging into her deep insides; the purple head was caressing the soft walls of her womb.

Her screams and wails were becoming higher and higher, her head lolling round and her eyes popping; she was crying out from orgasm, from the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.  

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" John yelled, moving her small body around his rigid staff. "Screw daddy's big dick. . . does it feel good in your belly. . . huh? . . .you love getting fucked by your daddy in front of your son. . . you dirty little mommy!!"  

"Aaaaww. . .gooooodddd. . . yeah. . . yeah. . . fuck, I'm gonna cum...." she wiggled her hips from side to side, as he worked his shaft around and around. 

He squeezed one nipple in his fingers and she shrieked loudly. Then he raised one of her beautiful arms and exposed her armpit to his mouth: it was shaved clean and smelled erotically; John let a trail of kisses and hungry bites on the soft, sweaty skin. Carol shrieked again. The woman, impaled in the gigantic pole, was an object of pleasure, wholly owned by the young stud.  

Despite he had already come, Scott was still rock hard as he watched the wild fucking his mother was receiving from her giant lover.

John bent forward and licked her white neck, whispering in her ear: "You want my big dick, don't you? The little old lady wants the young cock!" A couple of firm thrusts of his hips made her bouncing like a rag doll on his lap.

"Watch your mom," he told Scott. "She loves dancing on my tool. And I love playing with her married pussy!"

Carol looked at her son: her face was completely red with lust.

Now John's finger tips caressed her areolas and she was pleasured by the gentle touch over her wrinkled warm skin.

"Ohhhh. . . gooooodddd. . . your big dick. . . you. . . stretch my pussy. . . you fuck. . . I cum. . " she yelled like mad.

"Tell your son what I'm doing, baby," he hissed.

"Ohhhhh. . . honey. . . your mom is fucked. . . this big dick is in my womb. . . it's so big. . . it's the biggest cock I've ever had. . . ohhhh, my goodness!" she was cumming over and over.

Scott was stroking his dick.

"Baby, your son is jerking off; he's horny, he loves seeing his mom like this, his mom taken by the big cock!" Another thrust and Carol let out a high pitched squeal.

Scott increased the action on his dick.

"Baby, what would your husband think if he saw his wife all naked and spread open by a young man on the marital bed?" John continued to torment her.

"I don't care. . . you make me. . . so good. . . ohhhhhh. . ." she cried.

"You're my sex toy, lady! You're no more the queen of the house!" now he really wanted to humiliate her, before spurting in her womb. "Admit it to your son!"

"Ahhhhhhh. . . yeeeesss. . . I'm your sex toy!" she had been totally submitted, she was obeying to each of his commands; and John knew it very well. 

"Admit it to your son, I said!! Tell him that his mom is my sex slave!" he shouted, and his words were reinforced by a loud slap on her left tit, which made her yelp.

"Yes, sir. . . I'm your little slave!" she admitted again, between sobs. And to Scott: "Son. . honey. . . forgive me. . . your mom is owned! He's my daddy! He made me his. . . toy. . . his slave. . . ohhhhh. . . he's fucking me. . ohhhhhhh. . . and I love it!!"   

John's huge hands had captured the two large melons on her chest and were manipulating them like a pair of playthings.

"This is my cow, dude! Watch these udders! I milk them and she likes it," he was  kneading the soft flesh, laughing with excitement.

"Tell me, pet: are you my cow? My little personal cow?" he was asking the woman. He had cupped her fleshy breasts from underneath and now he moved them to the sides and let them drop: with a loud "slap", they flopped back and bounced against each other.

"A cow, a little cow with two fat tits! Let your son know how much his mom loves to be the cow of her big daddy!" he was insisting.

"Ohhhh. . . daddy, you're making me hot. . . ohhhh. . . I love it. . . I love to be your. . . cow. . . your big titted cow. . ." she moaned, feeling another wave of orgasm building up.      

"Boy, you want your mom filled up with my jizz?" John asked, sarcastically, tightening his grip on her breasts.

"Yes. . . yes. . . take her. . . she's yours. . ." Scott said feverishly, beating himself off, without pause.

Now Carol was again suspended in mid air: her lover had pulled her up, half way out of his cock.

"What a little slut you are. . . let's see how you like this. . ." he said, and suddenly he pushed her down, all the way onto his lap: the whole dick was stuffed in her insides. He felt his come surging up through his body. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh. . . ahhhhhhhhh. . .I've never. . . never. . ." she cried, crazily twisting her body. 

Two, three, four times he repeated his action. The woman was weighless-like, in the massive arms of the giant: he bounced her up and down as though he was handling an inflated doll.

And finally it happened.

With a loud scream of intense pleasure from his throat, the fluids in John's huge sex organ exploded, flooding the womb cavity.

At the same time, Scott convulsed in a series of spasms, till his stiffened member gave up, in the air, its load of white semen.

Carol let herself being dislodged from the huge shaft, before passing out in the cradling arms of the young stud.    



Author's Note:

Did you like it? Your positive votes and approval's comments are highly welcomed and sincerely appreciated, together with any kind of suggestion on how to improve the story in the next Chapters (if you are in favour of a continuation).

Please, don't write about language: I'm not from English/American origin and I made a big effort to avoid mistakes. If you have found some of them, forgive me, without forgetting that this is not a literature Site. 



Young Studs for Carol Ch. 03



Still spent, Scott was gazing in amazement at the scene in front of him.

John was laying on the bed and mom was locked in his embrace.

After being thoroughly fucked, the unconscious Carol was resting in the arms of the big stud, who loved cradling in his massive arms the mature, hot milf. Her small size fitted perfectly in his large frame, like a little baby fondled by an adult.

John's lips were gently kissing the beautiful face of his naked asleep lover, while his huge hands caressed the jutting curves of her breasts and ass. 

He had screwed the mature lady like his cock was the piston of a well oiled engine and he had made her squeal and scream like he had never heard in his life. He had extended her multiple orgasms to the highest possible level, before filling up her whole sex box, down to her womb, with a torrent of powerful floods, and yet his hunger for this female prey was not satiated.

The naked victim, totally displayed to his lewd gaze and totally available to his ravenous hands, mouth and cock, was the most delectable object of pleasure he would have ever figured in his perverted mind, before meeting with her. 

A middle aged babe, mother and wife, captured in her own house in front of her family; her small, clean and luscious body to die for; her full, heavy breasts, her tight, round buns, her perfectly shaved little pussy, hiding a very sensitive pearl, her white, tender flesh, her soft, unblemished skin: all of her body claimed to be used and abused forever. 

When Carol opened her eyes, getting out of her torpor, John stood up in all his gigantic size, gathering her up, like a little baby. 

He had easily lifted her up in the air, supporting her boby, in horizontal position, with the strength of his huge arms. 

Then his mouth started kissing and licking her smooth skin, back and forth, from the swollen breasts to the pink folds of her still gaping cunt.

The woman didn't struggle; she giggled happily, clearly pleasured by his gentle tonguing, after the wild fucking from his monster cock.

She accepted to be rocked in his embrace and when he rolled her body around and applied his lips to the little mole, on the left side of her chest, tickling it with expert flicks of his oral member, she let out soft, girlish like moans. 

"You love it, don't you, little one?" he whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhh. . . John, you are so big! I really feel like a child, when you carry me!" she exclaimed.

"And you get me so hot, Carol!" he smiled. "Your little body is nearly driving me crazy, when I have you in my hands! You love to have sex with me, don't you, babe?"

"Ohhhhhh. . . yeeesssss. . . you give me the most incredible sex I've ever had, you big stud! Nobody. . . nobody like you. . ."

"I can fuck you down to your womb, baby! Nobody, before me, had been so deep inside you!" And his words were followed by a sharp love bite on her left tit, that made her shriek.

Then the big stud, uncaring of her yells, moved her effortlessly, still keeping her firmly in his arms, till her body was turned around and her back faced his mouth.

His right hand was circling her thighs, while the other one was cupping one meaty breast, holding up her torso.

The white, round, upturned buns were displayed to him, like an appetizing food. He gazed at them and again he pulled out his tongue. 

Carol gasped, as she felt his lips; they were running up and down, alternately, along the crack of her magnificent butt. He licked her puckered anus over and over, probing and sucking the little hole, biting the smooth skin of the twin cheeks, pushing his nose as far up her anal ring as to smell her inner juices.

"Ohhhhhh. . ." she pleasantly cooed. "You dirty boy. . . you dirty bastard!"

"Damn. . . how good you taste, little one!" he exclaimed, with excitement, looking at her buttocks. "You make me horny!!"

From her position, the woman could see the huge and fully erect cock swinging from side to side, under her suspended body, while the young stud was carrying her again to bed.

With a grin of lust and delight on his face, he sat on the edge and, rolling Carol in his arms, he made her stand up. 

Now she was facing him: her small feet were planted on his hairy thighs and her small hands were wrapped around his neck. His hands circled her tiny waist, taking her in place.

From the bed's corner Scott was ogling at the two lovers, who were starting a new fuck session. 

"Shit, dude, this babe is a hot piece! If I had a mommy like this in the house, I'd put her in bed and fuck the old chick all day long!" John exclaimed. "Watch these jugs! Watch these nipples! Hard like rocks! Fuck, I love them, I have to taste them! I have to give a fucking lesson to this old wife with these juicy melons!"

"Ohhhhhh. . . gooodddd. . . you want to fuck me again, big man?" she asked. "You are never tired. . . you are so. . . strong. . . ahhhhhhhh. . . "

She didn't continue: the giant had lifted her above his shoulders with the only help of his strong hands and now he was looking up at the small woman, grinning lewdly, while her legs were freely dangling.

"Never tired, baby! Never tired of your pussy toy, Mistress Blum! Look down at this tool, lady! Is it big enough for you?"

"Yes. . . yes. . . it's the biggest. . . cock. . . of my life," she gasped.

"Spread your legs, little one!" he ordered. "Yes, yes. . . like that. . . good girl. . . you're a good little girl, Carol!" 

Now her legs were going to give access to the gigantic dick; her cunt, still wet and gaped open from the recent fucking, was ready to accept again in the inner cavern the invasion of the long thick shaft.

"Watch, boy, watch your mom!" John enjoyed to show his great performance to the speachless Scott. "Watch the way I'm impaling the bimbo on my sixteen inches!"

His cock head was scraping her pussy lips and clit; the mature lady was giggling like a schoolgirl, as the young stud was making her jiggle like a rag doll, suspended in the air by his hands.

Then, in a sudden motion, he made her body sliding down, along the massive pole, up to the hilt.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh. . . myyyyy!" she yelled: her uterus had been again invaded by his incredible manhood.

"In your womb, slut. . . I'm in your fucking womb!" and after putting his hands around the cheeks of her face, he bent down, to french kiss her, with his tongue deep in her oral cavity.

Her legs were laying on the bed, on either side of his hips. He made her bounce up and down on him a few times, enjoying the loud screams she was letting out.

"Ohhhhhh. . . please. . . please. . . soooo. . . big. . . ohhhhhhhh!!"

"It's too much, baby?" he asked. "Okay, little chick! Don't cry; daddy's giving you a rest, now. Daddy loves his little child!"

And, tightening the grip on her waist, he lifted her completely off his long shaft, making her dangle, like a rag doll, in front of him. Her huge tits swayed and rolled: two inflated balloons, decorated by a pair of delicious hard nubs, surrounded by the wrinkled skin of the rosy areolas.

"Watch your mommy, Scott, watch her leaking pussy," he said to her son. The monster cock had stretched her pussy to its maximum: her labia were gaping open, her clit was erect like a little finger, her entire crotch a wet expanse. He glued his lips to her cunt and started eating out, twirling his tongue inside the love channel, tasting her most intimate juices.

"Ohhhhh. . . suck me, big man, suck my clit. . . please. . . " she moaned.

"Beg me, child!!" he shouted, after raising his head from her twat.

"Yes. . . yes. . . I beg you, please, suck me. . . please!" she implored.

"Who's your daddy, Mistress Blum?" he insisted.

"You, big boy. . . you. . . you're my daddy. . . my master!"

"And who's my child, Mistress Blum?"

"I. . . I'm your child, daddy," she cried insanely. "You made me your child, daddy, your little slave. . . lick my clit, daddy, lick it now . . . please!"

John had mercy of her. His tongue found her clit and flicked it, then he pulled the succulent bud with his teeth and hungrily suckled it. 

"Ohhhhhh. . . god," she squealed mindlessly, as he continued to work on her sensitive nub. It quivered in his mouth, as the intensity of her pleasure was driving her crazy. 

She moaned and cried. "Ohhhhh. . . I can't stand it, daddy, you make me mad!"

His lips were devastating her clit. The mature woman writhed, bucked and jerked, totally pleasured by the torment he was giving her.

A gush of juice flew out of her cunt and ran along her thigh.

"You have had enough, child! Time for cock, now! Come to daddy, baby!" John exclaimed. And, with a single thrust, he pulled her down, to fully impale again the poor lady on his dong. 

The long dick was so firmly planted in her insides, that he was able to remove his hands from her waist and put them back, around his neck, while Carol continued to remain easily seated on his cock, without falling from her position.

John was loudly laughing. "Who gave you this treat, baby? The boyfriends who cuckolded your sissy husband?"

"Nooooo. . . nobody. . . nobody. . . ohhhhh. . . your cock. . . your big cock is all in my pussy. . . again. . . it's like a tree. . . ahhhhh!" she was crying. "Watch me, Scott. . . watch your mom. . . he's fucking me. . . watch your slutty mom!" 

And finally Scott spoke: "Do it, mom, do it, it's all right, mom. . . take it, take it all. . . I love you, mom, I love seeing you fucked by this monster!" The boy was crazily excited by the erotic scene of the fucking couple: her small, naked mom and the young gigantic stud. 

"Pull your nipples, whore," John shouted. "Let me see your fucking tits all stretched, when I'm doing your married pussy!"

The petite housewife was totally submitted to her big captor. She brought her hands to her long nipples and took the two nubs between index and thumb, pulling them so hard as though she was going to rip them off her chest.

"Go ahead, baby, don't stop," the guy incited her. He moved his hips up and down, alternately, bouncing the small, busty woman on his large lap, still holding her solidly screwed on his huge tool. 

Carol gasped, tossing her head back, her legs wide open. "Ahhhh. . .!" she screamed throatily, like a bitch in heat, under the incessant action of the young guy, while her fingers continued to pull her own nipples in rhythm with his thrusts. 

The squishing sounds from the friction of the gigantic cock against the wet flesh of her love tunnel were filling the room. 

It was the most arousing erotic sight her son had ever figured, including the porno movies he had seen in the last year. And his mother was there. 

"Hey, boy," John exclaimed. "Watch mom's belly swell up! Look how it lumps out, with all of my prick inside it! And what a nice soft pussy!"

"Ahhhh. . . ohhhh. . .!" Carol moaned in ecstasy, nearly out of her mind, her eyes bulging from her head, her fingers tormenting the peaks of her breasts.

Then he moved again his hands towards her, gripped her waist and pulled her completely out of his cock. He glued his mouth on her jutting tits, laving and biting all of them with his ravenous tongue and teeth; he made her sigh and shudder in pleasure, while her toes scraped the head of his huge member.

John was handling the mature woman like she was no more than a toy, a little plaything to enjoy in any way he could imagine. The presence of her son, who watched in amazement, without caring to disguise his arousal, added more lust to the action. 

For at least fifteen minutes his strong hands, without pause, lifted and dropped alternately his luscious prey, calling her all the dirty names under the sun and making her scream like a woman possessed.

"Ohhhhh. . . yes. . . fuck, fuck me. . . do my pussy. . . ohhhhh. . . you bastard. . . fill me harder. . . make me cum . . . again . . ohhhhh. . . god . . cum. . . cum!"

Carol had lost the count of how many times she had been fucked, how many times she had orgasmed, since she had met John and his buddies. These guys, and especially this gigantic stud, with a monster cock between his legs, were insatiable. 

How many times had they penetrated her cunt and ass, how many times had they played with her clit, felt her supple breasts and asscheeks, fingered her holes? 

She didn't know, but one thing was sure: at age fifty-two, she had been captured, in her own house, by a group of fugitive convicts, who had transformed her luscious body in their object of pleasure. Fully naked all the time, in front of them, in the last twenty-four hours she had become nothing more than a sex toy, a little plaything for these big studs. 

And, to add more lust, they had her horny son involved in their naughty games. 

Her first resistance had been easily and briefly overwhelmed, giving up to her sensual nature: she loved being handled by all of them like a little baby, she loved their kisses and caresses, she loved those huge, devastating cocks. Now, firmly held in John's arms, she loved being bounced like a doll in his lap, fully impaled on his long shaft.

"Ohhhhh. . . daddy. . . daddy. . . ahhhhhhhh. . .!!!" Her shameless screams of extreme rapture filled the room.

"Yes, baby, yes. . . cum for your daddy. . . squirt your honey. . . squirt on my cock. . .!" he encouraged the mad woman. 

"Cum. . . cum. . . again. . . again. . ." she cried loudly, as she turned her lustful gaze up to his face and her fingers desperately grasped his hairy chest and roughly twisted his dark nipples.

A final flood of juice flew out of her twat, coating the monster dick. Then Carol collapsed on his torso, her body covered in sweat, his tool still buried in her twat.

"I'm done," she said, in a feeble voice.

"Have I finished you off, child?" John asked, in a proud tone.

"Yes, daddy. . . yes. . . nothing more," she implored. "Nothing more. . . ohhhhhhh. . . please, come out of me. . . please, daddy!!" 

"Okay, little one, don't cry," he mocked her; and, in a single jerk, he pulled her body up, getting himself out of her pussy, with a drenched squishy sound.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh. . . " she groaned in discomfort.

For one long minute he held his female trophy high in the air, above his head, with his large hands clasped around her waist, enjoying the sight of an aged, busty lady he had just dominated with a wild fucking into her cunt; streams of pussy fluids were still leaking from her crotch, leaving a trail down her fleshy inner thighs.

He made her body swing back and forth, her legs dangling like she was a marionette, her swollen boobs erotically bouncing and wobbling around. 

He looked up, mesmerized by the view of her nicely shaped tits, capped by her puckered, prominent nipples and her rosy areolas. He was in heaven. He was close to cum.

"Please. . . please, daddy. . . put me down!!" she pleaded.

"You want it, pet? Beg me, child, beg your daddy!" he insisted, giving her another twist. The sounds from her oscillating and slapping titflesh were so exciting.

"I beg you, daddy. . . please. . . put me. . . ohhhhhhhhh. . .!!" John had lowered her just to make the head of his long, hard dong scraping the twin pearls of her nipples.

Carol giggled. 

Her tits, the same tits that had caused a lot of men drooling on them, during her pool parties, when she used to tease the male guests long enough to make them crazy, before offering the treasures of her body just to her preferred boyfriend, were now permanently exposed, in all their nakedness, to a group of escaped convicts. 

She was no more in control. On the contrary! These brutal guys had invaded the house and captured her; she had become a succulent prey for all of them; the rich, dominant wife and mother had been turned into a sex slave, to be played by some young, well endowed studs: anywhere, anytime and anyhow.

She was no more than a human toy; and John, the big giant of the company, who had just fucked her, ravaging her small pussy with his monster tool, in front of her son, was well determined to abuse her body and fulfil any kind of perversion. 

After having positioned her in his arms, he had pulled one of her jutting buds inside his mouth, swirling and rolling it between his lips; and Carol, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, was incessantly moaning, clearly pleasured.

"Did you see, boy, how to handle a little sexy number like this hot mom of yours?" the big stud asked her son, while his cock head was again playing with her pinkish nipples. "Do you want to see more? Watch carefully, dude, because I'm ready to explode and this little thing asks just to be filled up with sperm!"

"Yes, John, yes! She loves your cock" the excited Scott exclaimed.

"Okay, kid, watch and learn!!" he exclaimed. 

"You love my dick, don't you?" he asked her. "Tell your son what my dick is doing!"

"Ohhhhhh. . . dirty bastard. . ." 

But John didn't let her continue. "Tell your son, bitch! Tell him what I'm doing, or I'll tie you up and put you all naked on the road, for the first starved trucker in the night!!"

"Nooooo. . . please. . . nooooo. . ." she cried. It was impossible to disobey his orders. "Okay, daddy. . . okay. . . don't beat me. . . please. . . please, daddy," she screamed. And to Scott: "Watch, honey. . . he plays with my tits . . . watch the big cock. . .watch my tits. . . ohhhhhhhh. . . again. . . again!!"

The long shaft was sliding along her cleavage; it was caressing the soft skin between the two fleshy hills. Then the engorged tip thrust onto her chin and John felt his semen boiling in his gigantic balls: an eruption, ready to explode. 

He loved, of course, to bed and deflower the young teen pussies. But how much better was this older chick! How much better was to dominate a married housewife! Her luscious body, the velvet texture of her flawless skin! This babe asked just to be manipulated and tasted by him! She was so soft, so round, so submissive! Her ivory white breasts, adorned by two incredibly elongated nubs, dangled on her chest like a pair of ripe, juicy melons: the big stud gazed at them with lust. 

He manoeuvred the woman on the bed, making her kneel down, beside him, with her face resting on his dick. Her jugs were gently wobbling against his lap, sending erotic waves of excitement through his body. He couldn't help to reach out and close entirely in his huge hand one bouncing globe, caressing its smoothness and feeling its softness.

"Ohhhhhh. . . please. . . please. . . don't hurt my tit. . . you're so big!!" Her voice was trembling, but he didn't care.

"Take the tip in your mouth, bitch!" he ordered, and his free hand firmly pushed her head against the upper end of his colossal shaft.

"Mmmmmmmmm. . . " Carol moaned, quite choking. She opened her lips, but his girth was too large for her to fit the monster inside her mouth.

"Spread your fucking lips, whore! Don't make me upset, or I'm going to squeeze this sweet boob of yours like a lemon squash!!" and his fingers increased the grip around the captured breast.

These words scared the mature housewife. She tried to close her tiny palm around the gigantic shaft, but there was no way: it was too thick and the woman had to use both hands. With all her fingers wrapped around the beefy stalk, she started to pull it towards her pouting lips, while the pressure of John's strong hand on the back of her head helped her into the prone position.

When, finally, she barely fit the head of the monster inside her oral cavity, her lips were all sore for the wide extension of her mouth: she had no chance to gulp in her throat all these inches of hard meat, without suffering a permanent damage.

John well understood that the small woman had reached her physical limits; and he didn't want to destroy his beautiful toy, the lovely wife's body. He had in mind so many delightful games, still to be played with her! 




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 03



"Use your tongue, baby!" he spoke softly, while holding her head in one hand and her whole tit in the other one. "Lick. . . lick. . . yes, baby. . . you're a good girl. . . aaaahhhhhhhh!!"

Carol had twirled her small oral member over the gigantic bulb, going around the swollen surface and covering it with her saliva: a series of gentle wet caresses that were driving him absolutely crazy.

"Oh fuck. . . oh fuck. . . you fucking babe. . . lick, baby, lick. . . oh shit!" he grunted; he could feel the manjuice surging from his balls.

Carol knew exactly what was starting to happen: so many guys, in the past, had been put over the edge by her beautiful lips. Now it was the turn of this stud, whose hormones had reached the point of explosion: just in her mouth, just in front of her loved son. 

"Feeding time, little pet, take it all!" he exclaimed, when the first powerful stream came out of his seeding channel and invaded her cavity, hitting her tonsils.

Her immediate reaction was to remove her lips from the pulsating knob, but his strong hand was firmly pressed against the back of her head and she was forced over the cock. 

"I feed you, child!" he shouted. "Gulp it down, baby. . . all. . . all of it!!"

Carol had already tasted the male semen, in her sexual adventures; just one week ago she had played a brief intercourse with her gym instructor: an athletic handsome guy, fifteen years younger, to whom she had given an intense blowjob before getting fucked by him in the cunt. She had gulped some of the cum he had delivered her, and she had been pleasured, but it was nothing, compared to the load of sperm this gigantic stud was able to produce.

She had to swallow, fast and faster, or she would have been drowned.

"Suck, little one. . suck and put it all in your stomach!" he yelled. "Daddy's feeding you and you love it!"

The erotic scene was too much for Scott: a beautiful mature woman dominated by a younger guy and verbally abused by him, while the huge dick fed her with an unending river of cream. This beauty was his own mom! The slurping sounds that filled the room were coming from his mother, from her sweet mouth, strictly wrapped around the plump cock head of her big lover!

"Don't stop, baby!" John urged, when he blasted a second jet of cum into her. "Eat my food, you hungry wife!!"

Carol's cheeks were swollen from his load, but no ounce of it leaked from her lips: she was swallowing everything.

"Look, friend," he said to the horny boy "I'm shooting more than one quart of my jizz and the bimbo, here, is drinking all!"

Stream after stream, he was emptying his nuts into her mouth. 

Now Carol didn't need to be forced; she was able to remain in position by herself. Her lips were firmly tightened around the pulsating tip, her tongue didn't stop laving the spurting hole, her little fingers were stroking and caressing the long shaft and the heavy balls. She loved the oral sex her super hung stud was giving her, she loved the taste of these thick shots of cum he was pumping down to her throat and stomach.

John was aware of it; he released the grip around her head and moved the hand to her chest: both her tits were engulfed in his large palms, while his tool continued to ejaculate relentlessly.

When his cum finished, he looked with pride at his lovely fifty-two years old prey, whose lips were still wrapped around his big knob. Again he had submitted the older woman, all naked like a newborn in her bed, to his desires. The woman was his toy, his fuck-doll; he owned her.

"Did you like it, baby?" he asked, removing his dick; a sloshing sound came from her mouth: the mixture of her saliva with his last deposited juice.

Carol was unable to speak: she simply gazed up at him.

"Did you see?" he told Scott. "Mommy was hungry and big daddy fed her!" And he bursted out with a deep, resounding, sarcastic laugh.

The young boy couldn't take his eyes from John's hands: this hunk of a man, not yet satisfied of the great fucking he had given her, was caressing and rolling mom's beautiful tits, squeezing and mauling the fleshy orbs, like they were his playthings. And mom, knelt on the bed, facing his lap, let him manipulate her body, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You love my cum, don't you?" John asked. He wanted to show Scott how much he was in charge of his mother.

"Yes, yes," she replied shamelessly. "I love your cum, daddy!"

"You're totally mine, now!" he exclaimed, pinching and twisting one nipple with his fingers.

She let out a sharp gasp: "Ohhhhhhhhh. . . please. . .don't. . ."

"You're mine, little wife!" he insisted. "Is your husband filling you up like this?"

"Ohhhhhh. . . nooooo. . . never. . . never!!" she was crying.

"And your boyfriends?" his fingers continued to provoke her pink bud.

"Nooooo. . . never. . . not like you. . . never!!"

"Did you see, pet?" John had no mercy for the woman. "You fed your childrens, when you were young, and now your master is feeding you. Yesterday your boobs, today my cock!!"

He was debasing her in every way; he was using her submitted body to live out all his perverted fantasies.

"You love my cum, don't you, pet?" he asked again.

"Yes. . . yes. . . so much. . . so much. . ."

"I fed you, little one! I emptied my balls and filled up your stomach!" he laughed. "And you love being fed by your big daddy, don't you, little lady? Because you drank everything, you little whore!!"

"Yes. . . yes, daddy, thank you!!" she was loosing any control of herself.

"You're mine, baby!" he exclaimed; and a quick, effortless motion of his massive arms made her sit sideways on his lap. Then her fleshy naked tits were cradled again in the palms of his hungry hands. 

"For a slut like you," he said "your pussy sure was tight! It was like fucking a virgin! Virgin at fifty-two!" and again a resonant laugh followed his words.

"Ohhhhhh. . . please, don't make fun of me!" she was quite imploring. 

"An old little virgin and her big daddy!!" he insisted. "What's better than this?" and his ravishing mouth started licking and sucking, up and down, both her round arms, searching its way inside the inner skin of her soft armpits. 

"Hahahahaha. . . stop. . . please. . . stop. . . " she laughed and cried, throwing her head back as the relentless tickling continued.

Suddenly, a wet spurt of hot liquid hit his groin. 

"Holy fuck!!" he thought. "The fucking bimbo is pissing!" and immediately his softened member grew up, hard again.

The expert action of his flicking tongue over her sensitive skin had caused an uncontrollable movement of her internal organs and functions, and her bladder had given up a spray of urine.

"Look what you did to me!" she cried; but there was no scolding in her voice. She was becoming accustomed to his nasty games; she loved, now, the way he was handling her.

"Come to daddy, baby!" he said, lifting her body in his hands, till the delicious roundness of her mammaries was within easy reach of his greedy mouth.

"Eat me!" Carol whispered: she had well understood his purpose. "Eat your baby, big daddy. . . eat my boobs. . . play with them. . . make them your toys!!" 

"Yes, baby, let's have a taste of these puppies!!" and with that he dived into her softness, with a groan of delight. 

Her son was watching in amazement: his face was turned red, in a mixture of humiliation and jealousy, at the sight of the totally vanished dominant nature of his mother, who was behaving submissively to this very young stud. 

John's whole body was on fire, as the woman started manipulating his manhood. One of her stiff nipple was deeply engulfed into his jaws, together with the surrounding areola and a good portion of titflesh. Her boobs stood out so proudly on her chest and filled up so lusciously his mouth, as though they were inviting his mouth to dine on them all day long. 

"I eat you, sweetie!" he exclaimed, interrupting for few seconds his aggressive mouthing 

"Yes, daddy, yes. . . eat. . . eat me. . . eat your little baby. . .ohhhhhh!!" 

He was literally devouring her jutting breasts, one after the other, sucking the soft meat in his large oral cavity, licking and savouring the smoothness of her tight skin, biting the protuberances of her nipples, enjoying her sweet high pitched cries of pleasure.

He feasted on her tits for at least ten minutes. When he raised his face from his succulent dish, some hickies were left at the bottom of her orbs.

"You really love my tits, you nasty bastard!" The woman was smiling at him; her hands were still caressing the long, erect shaft. "How do you dare to treat this way a lady like me? And in front of my son, in addition!"

"This is nothing, you shameless mom! Let's have some more fun, little one!" he shouted, standing up and cradling her in his large arms, as easily as though she was weightless.

"Watch, boy!" he told Scott. "Mom loves her big daddy!" 

Carol was screaming in surprise, as he started carrying her around the large room, showing her naked body to the aroused Scott.

"You're mine, don't you, little pussy? Tell him who is your master, baby!" he ordered.

"You, daddy, you are my master!" she replied obediently.

"And why are you acting like a slut, right in front of your son?"

"Because. . . because I'm your nasty girlfriend, big daddy!"

"You want make happy your daddy, don't you, little child?"

"Yes daddy, yes!!" Now the woman was at his full mercy and her words were a pleasing music to his ears.

"You're big daddy's property, now, little bitch!!" And, still holding the mature wife up, with his strong hands, John kissed and flicked her navel, twirling his tongue all around the lovely belly button. Carol moaned and giggled, allowing herself to be swept up and played by a much younger stud, who made her feeling like a little schoolgirl. Her tiny feet kicked up in the air and she was squeaking and whining, while John continued to walk and to bounce her, playfully, in his massive arms.

"I have to piss," she said. The long tickling from John's lips had stimulated her bladder, and now her floodgates were starting to give up; much more than the first gush she had already produced.

"Carry me to the toilet, daddy, or I'm releasing it just now; I can't hold anymore!" Carol gazed up at him, in a pleading voice.

"Nope, little one!!" he shouted. "You stay here, in my arms. I want to feel your own shower over my skin!"

"Nooooooo. . . I can't. . . I can't. . . it's pervert. . ." She was crying, now.

"Piss yourself, slave!" John didn't care her protests. "I'm your master, little one, don't forget. . . I'm in charge. . . go ahead, baby. . . piss. . . piss!"

"Do it, mommy. . . please. . . do it. . ." it was Scott. The vision of his mother at the full mercy of the big stud had aroused again the sexual desire of Carol's son, who was anxious, now, to watch another step of her debasing and abuse.

"Do it, mom," he continued. "Nobody knows! Just you and us. You are great, mom!" 

"You really want me to do it?" she asked meekly. And, without a further order, a golden stream shot out of her crotch, against John's chest, running along his torso and legs.

"Good girl. . . " the giant exclaimed. "Yes. . . yes. . . do it again. . . let it go!!" His tongue was feasting on her beautiful round belly, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body.

"Do you like this, daddy? And you, honey?" Carol squealed, as another spurt of pee splashed over the hairy chest of her captor.

"Damn bitch! That's fucking hot!!" John held the woman firmly in his arms, his cock standing up, erect like a tower.

"Follow me, boy!" he told Scott, who was ogling at the couple. "The bimbo needs a good wash, and I'm carrying her to the bathroom!"

The trio got out of the room: John came first, with Carol in his arms, then Scott followed. 

Hissing sounds, of unmistakable origin, were surging from the woman's lower body. The boy looked in astonishment at the wet trail which was forming on the floor, behind the two lovers: mom was freely pissing, completely uncaring of all that mess, while the young stud carried her, gently kissing her open mouth.

Just before they reached the bathroom, the woman said, with a joyful smile: "I'm finished, boys! You wanted it and now I'm totally empty! Are you satisfied?"

"Good girl, you nasty little slut!" John lowered his head to her cunt and gave a quick licking on her wet labia. His legs were all glistening from the golden fluid, still deposited on his hairy skin.

Scott hardened, again and again; mom and her stud were showing the most erotic performances he had ever seen. Never he had figured in his mind a woman so happy, like his mother, to let herself piss all around the house, strictly embraced to her new lover. 

Inside the bathroom, John went to the large tub, entered it and sat on the edge: Carol was in his lap, facing him; the big, fully hard cock was nestled between her cleavage and his belly. The mature housewife was no more than a doll he could play at his complete pleasure.

"Open the warm water, boy!" he told Scott. "I'll hold the babe!"

Scott was naked. When the water reached the right level, he stepped into the basin and stood beside the couple of lovers, placing both hands on his mother's shoulders.

Carol's head was resting against John's chest, her eyes were closed and she was lightly bouncing herself on his lap. The stud was gently caressing the silky soft flesh of her thighs. 

Her son couldn't help to lower his hands down to her flat stomach and then up, cupping from the bottom the twin, full, heavy boobs. His teeth were lightly biting her soft neck. Carol purred and moaned. 

John stopped the boy. 

"Wait a minute, kid!" he exclaimed. "Let me give the babe a better accommodation!" and with that his arms lifted the woman up, just to line her crotch with the head of his dick. The monster tool, threateningly erect, was scraping her love opening.

"Down to the hilt, baby!!" he shouted, letting her drop: his entire cock slid into her, without resistance, like she was made of butter.

Carol's high squeals followed John's sharp cry of satisfaction.

"Ohhhhhhh. . . again. . . again. . . ohhhh!!" The woman was amazed how often her insides had been screwed, in the last twenty-four hours, and how easily this gigantic cock had just penetrated her. But she didn't complain: because she had always preferred the younger lovers and now, finally, she had at her disposal (better to say that she was at disposal of) all the youngest meat in her sexual dreams.

"Yes, little one," he laughed. "Again in your hole! And you love it!"

"Unbelievable!" Scott thought. His petite mom had been so much "trained" during the unending sex sessions with this team of visitors, that she had become able to keep in her pussy, with no difficulty, any kind of thick long shaft; she had just engulfed in her twat, like nothing, a gigantic cock and now she was staying totally impaled in sixteen inches of solid muscle, moaning in pleasure and caressing the immense chest of her big stud, whose large fingers were enjoying the snowy white, satiny skin of her shapely, fleshy arms. 

Scott looked down at her body: the two naked orbs bobbed erotically, on her sweet chest, pointing straight up, with their erect pink nipples. 

From his position, the hollows of her delightful armpits were partially visible: he reached out with his feverish hands and stroked the tender hairless curves.

When his fingers touched the two wobbling mounds of titflesh, his cock started swaying, in hardness, in front of his belly.

John, from his side, had cupped her tender, round buns in his callous palms and was bouncing her weightless frame on his lap, effortlessly like she was a little plaything.

The woman yelled, still grasping his large torso with her small fingers. She was again in ecstasy.

"Ohhhhhh. . . so. . . so. . . good. . . I love it. . . oooohhhhh. . . fuck. . fuck my pussy. . . yeeeesssss!" she moaned, trapped between the two guys.

"Yes, yes, dance on my cock, Mistress Blum! Move your fucking ass, you little married slut! This is the biggest dick you have ever seen, ain't I right, baby?" he asked.

"Yeeeeeesssss. . . you have got. . . the biggest cock I have ever seen! And so hard. . .!!" 

"Bigger than your husband?"

"Bigger. . . bigger. . . four times bigger. . . never seen something like this!!"

"Bigger than your friends?" he continued to play with her body like she was a doll.

"Yeeeeessss. . . yeeeeessssss. . . bigger. . . ohhhhhh. . . you're splitting me in two!!" she pleaded. His shaft was running up and down her intimate channel.

"Your son is horny, little one! Look at him, baby!" John was right: the manipulation of mom's breasts, added to the sight of the great fuck the big stud was giving her, had caused another erection to Scott's painful dick. 

Standing up, Scott's stiffened cock was lined with her breasts; he took it in his hand and rubbed the purple head against the side of her left tit, stroking the delicate spot of her little mole.

Carol gazed up at him and, as if it was the most natural thing to do, she bent over and engulfed the probing tip of his manhood in her own mouth. 

He was shocked. The sensation of her moist, soft lips on his intimate skin was incredible. The woman was mewling softly, while her tongue licked the little slit at the bulbous end of his dick before descending, along the meaty bar, to the hairy base.

"Ohhhhh. . . mom. . . again. . . again. . . so soft. . . so beautiful!" he groaned.

"Okay, lady Blum," John incited her even more. "Lick, whore, suck it, take it all, fuck the boy's baby cock in your fucking mouth!" And his words were followed by a couple of thrusts into her vagina, which made her jolt and wiggle.

The sex starved woman had lost any restraint. Her son's member was much smaller than John's monster: it could be enveloped in her oral cavity and it looked so tasty!

She kissed again the shaft in its length, then wrapped her lips around the swollen knob and deep throated all the thickness. 

Scott was on fire. The sight of his mom, who was bobbing her head back and forth, making the young cock slide in and out of her jaws, was intensely erotic.

Her tiny hands were closed around the meaty cylinder, helping the wild blowjob. The well endowed cock alternately disappeared in her expert mouth and danced over her lips and tongue: she was determined to give her son the most enjoyable oral sex he had ever figured.

John had raised his huge hands from her thighs, laying them on the full roundness of her pliable, big tits; his fingers caressed the soft skin, while his thumbs traced the contour of her areolas and rock hard nipples; then he started to fondle and knead the twin melons, rolling them like crazy. Scott had slipped his hands under her arms and was caressing and fingering the silk skin of her armpits. The trio was fully engaged in a torrid sex session. Their moans and cries of pleasure echoed in the confines of the bathroom. 

All at once, the boy felt the beginning of his orgasm. He fucked her mouth even more vigorously than before and she tightened the grip of her lips on his penis.

She increased her suction and he sped up the pistoning of his cock. 

"I'm coming, mom!" he yelled out; and his semen erupted from his balls, finding its way into her mouth, throat and stomach. For the second time in the last hour, Carol was drinking males juices, and now it was coming from her own son: he was filling her with his warm, thick seed.

"Fucking horny bitch, you eat from your son!" John's voice resounded in her ears, while her mouth sucked the boy's sperm. The big stud could feel the vibrations of her diminutive body, under the attack of her son's member, through the grasp of his own ravishing hands around her mauled tits and through the rolling movement of her groin over his lap. The gigantic shaft continued to be fully imbedded in her stretched pussy. 




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The physical contact with the petite, busty mom, all impaled in his monster cock, while her son was ejaculating in her throat, made his insides churning again, till his fluids rushed up and a new violent stream invaded her womb.

The two guys had discharged their loads deep into the woman. At the same time.

Her son came out of her mouth and Carol collapsed, exhausted, into the large chest of the big stud, without a moan.

For five minutes, everybody was silent, in the bathroom.

Then John spoke, addressing to Scott. "Pick her up and give her a good wash! I'll go outside, for a swim in the pool, before taking my shower. Hurry up, boy, dislodge your mom from her seat!"

Scott put his left arm around her back and slid the right one between the thighs of the two lovers; when he pulled her up, it was like to uncork a bottle of champagne. 

A hot stream of juices gushed out of her cunt, while she pushed her body against her son's, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"A new couple in Blum's Family!" John exclaimed, standing up and watching the woman, strictly cradled in Scott's embrace. "Clean her out, boy, and don't forget a good spray of perfume! I want my girl's body all scented, for the dinner!!"

And, with a grin of triumph in his eyes, he get out of the bathroom. 

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Author's Note.

To be continued? 

If I'll get positive feedback and comments, some other Chapters will follow. 

I hope you enjoyed my writing. 

Thanks to all of you. 



Young Studs for Carol Ch. 04



Author's note:

After a long time, I wrote another Chapter of Carol's Series. Hope you will enjoy it! 



After the long sex session with Carol and her son, John needed a refreshing bath. The large swimming pool in the backyard was the ideal site to recover his energies.

Tom and Nick were resting in nakedness on two deck chairs, in a corner of the patio, in front of a small table and a couple of beer cans.

"Look at him, buddy!" Nick said to his friend, pointing to the naked, glistening body of the giant stud. "The big warrior is back from the battle!! I bet the old chick has been properly served!"

"She squealed like a piglet!" Tim echoed, with emphasis. "The big titted bitch is a hot number! I'd fuck that white ass all night long!".

John jumped into the pool, hitting the liquid surface with a huge and loud splash. For some minutes he floated on his back, enjoying the coolness and cleanliness of the water, at the sunset's light. It was so relaxing!

Then he started to swim, back and forth, from one to the other side, raising heavy and high sprinklings.

When he was out of the pool, he went to a cabin, where he picked up a large towel and dryed himself, with noisy puffs of air. 

There was a small cupboard, in the cabin, with two drawers. Drawn by curiosity, the young stud opened one of them and he saw a black, tiny piece of cloth. He took and unrolled it in his hands; then he realized what it was.

He had found the skimpiest bikini bottom that could be imagined: a narrow patch, made just to cover the baby pussy lips of a little schoolgirl, followed by a string of the same material (to be passed, evidently, between the asscheeks), a little bit larger than a dental floss. Both ends of that mini micro garment were connected to a pair of bands, to be tied together around the hips.

No trace of bikini top, in the drawers.

"Aaaaaahhhhh. . . the little bitch!!" John exclaimed. "She loves to show off, the big titted lady!!" 

And with that, he figured in his mind the busty woman walking around the poolside and displaying to her boyfriends the succulent boobs, the delicious white buns and the unblemished, smooth skin of her petite body, barely covered by few square inches of cloth.

It was not all! If John had known the origin of that garment, his comments had been much more salacious! And the sadistic desires to dominate the submitted mom-son couple had raised at stratospheric levels. Yes, because the tiny thong had been a gift from Scott to his luscious mom, for her last birthday: a miniature piece of swimwear that was just made, for him, to admire the lovely body of his mother, when she paraded, voluptuously, along the poolside or gave herself into his arms, letting her son cradle carry her inside the pool, and sometimes inside the house, like boy and girl.

"I'll take it later, for my next game with the little pussy," he thought, smiling, as he replaced the micro thong in the drawer. Then he entered the house, to wear a pair of short pants. No more. Soonest he would have taken again the luscious body of the mature wife into his strong arms, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, in an endless orgy of lust and depravity.

When he met with Carol and Scott, they were just coming out of the bathroom. The son had a towel wrapped around his hips; the mom was wearing a white bathrobe.

"Did you wash her?" John asked the boy. And without waiting for his answer, he continued: "Let me check by myself," pulling Carol against his body. The height difference between them was enormous: his seven feet four inches towered over her four feet ten inches, like a giant and a midget.  

"Baby, you're too short," he exclaimed. "I can't take my head bent down to you all the time. Let's find a better place!" And in a quick motion he put his hands around her hips, lifting her off the floor, as though she was a weightless little thing. Then he walked with her in his arms to some useful place. Scott followed them.

On the way, after her slippers fell off, her bare feet dangled gracefully in the air: the small brunette was a lovely trophy, the personal plaything of a huge stud. 

When they were in the kitchen, John deposited the woman on the table. Now she stood on her feet, and their heads were at the same level. With the help of the table's legs, Carol had made up for the big difference in height between herself and the young stud.  

He pulled on the belt of the bathrobe, revealing her frontal torso; then he slid the cloth down her arms and let it fall to the floor: the naked woman was totally exposed to his concupiscent gaze. 

"Jeeeezz, lil one. . . you're hot!!" His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, gently caressing the soft, silky skin.

"My god, big guy. . . you always strip me naked!" She whined sexily, covering a little portion of his large palms with her tiny hands. 

"Yes, sweety, 'cause you're my toy," he said, as he moved her fleshy globes back and forth on her chest.

"You perv. . . mmmmmmmmmm. . ." She couldn't finish: he had glued his lips to hers in a wet kiss. Quite automatically, her hands went around his neck and she responded to his tongue, as his palms continued to fondle her bare boobs.    

Carol's clean body exhaled an enticing scent, after the perfumed bath her son had just given her. It was too much, for the turned on stud, and he didn't lose time; his massive arms enveloped the little woman in a tightening embrace, scooping her body up, without effort: it was so fun to sweep her off her feet and carry her around. She was not a young girl in her first time sex; she was a fifty-two, mature, upper class wife and mother; but her small, soft and gorgeous frame, her silky skin, her succulent flesh had the power to give way to his raging hormones like never before, in his life.

Folded in his sinewy arms, the diminutive woman looked like a little pixie captured by a giant satyr: John had gathered her whole body up to his head level, and his mouth and tongue were exploring the curvaceous hills on her chest, savouring the honey taste of her displayed boobs, areolae and nipples. 

Carol felt good, because the stud's oral caresses were gentle on her: she loved to be licked and sucked that way.

"Oooooohhhhhh. . . yeeeeessss. . ." she squealed joyously; he cuddled her and she felt herself protected and aroused, at the same time.

John put a last lascivious kiss on the little mole that so deliciously interrupted the smooth surface of her left bosom, then raised his lips from the pillowy softness and gazed at Scott, her son, with a vicious look in his eyes.

"Great melons, boy," he exclaimed. "Made for fun! You like them, don't you?" 

"Yes," was the prompt answer, without hesitation. "I love mom's tits." After having seen all the abuses on his mom's body from John and friends and after having repeatedly masturbated during those torrid sessions, Scott had freed himself from any reluctance and now he was only anxious to give vent to his incestuous passion.

"Do you play regularly with them, boy?"

"Yes, John, every day!"

"Wow. . . and where?" It was so exciting! Mother and son were in his full control and he wanted to prolong their erotic confessions.

"Outside, in the pool, and inside, when we are alone!" Now Scott's words were coming out fluently from his mouth.

"Did you strip her naked, dude?"

"Yes, I saw her in the nude!"

"Did you hear, little mommy?" John asked his sexy prey, who was lightly struggling in his firm embrace: but it was a habit, not a real attempt to get herself free.

"Yes, I heard," Carol whispered. 

"And you love having your melons touched by your son! Don't you, little mommy?" The giant was insisting. His lips nuzzled into the hairless hollow of one of her white armpits.

"Yes, yes. . ." she moaned.

"Yes what, little mommy?"

"Yes. . . yes, I love my son playing with my breasts!" 

Her words made Scott's cock pulse and throb.

"And you have other men playing with your tits, don't you?" 

"Yes. . . yes. . . aaaaahhhh. . ." She shuddered, at the soft, teasing bite of his teeth on her upper arm.

"Who are them, lil one?"

"Hubby," she replied. "And you. . . and your friends, here!"

"Don't make fun of me, whore, or I'll make mince meat of your tender body! Right now!!" His voice had a faltering tone.

"Nooooo. . . noooo, please, I'll tell you!" She was really frightened, now.

"So. . . go ahead!! Who are them?"

"One of my friends!" Carol admitted.

"Only one, little slut? Don't lie again, or I'll rip off your nipple from this lovely jug!" His mouth approached threateningly her left breast.

"More than one," she said, finally.

"Did you sleep with many men in your life?" John was inquiring.

"Not many. . . just some of them, before my marriage!" 

"And after your marriage?" 

"Yes. . . yes, some petting, some flirtations. . I made love, sometimes!" Carol was murmuring in a subdued voice. She had catched a glimse of Scott and she didn't want her son knew his mom was an easy woman. 

But John insisted. "Did you make love after marriage, little pussy?"

"Yes!"

"Say again! And call me daddy!" He captured her nipple with his teeth.

"Yes. . . oooohhhhh. . . yes, daddy, yes! I made love after marriage!"

"And not only with that old caricature of husband! Right?"

"Don't talk like that, John. . . please!" Carol implored.

"I'm your daddy, not John!" He was shouting. He ignored her pleas. "And you cuckholded the old wimpy! Many times! Right?"

"Ohhhh. . . yes, daddy. . . yes!" She had surrendered.

"Say better, slut! Say that you cuckholded him many times!"

"Yes, daddy! I. . . . cuck. . . holded him many times!"

"Because you love the young meat, don't you?"

"Meat. . . ohhhh. . . yes, daddy!"

"You love to grasp the younger cocks, don't you?"

"Yes. . . yes, daddy!"

"Younger than your pussy?"

"Yes. . . yes. . . my god, daddy, don't be so dirty!"

"Younger than me?"

"One of them was younger, yes!"

"Same age of your son?"

"Ohhhh. . . I feel ashamed. . . in front of him!" She nodded to Scott, blushing.

"Same age?"

"More or less. . . yes!" Finally, she had admitted.

"Did he feel your tits?"

"Yes."

"Sucked your nipples?"

"Yes."

"Licked your ass?"

"Yes."

"Your pussy?"

"Yes."

"Your clit?"

"Yes. . . . my clit, yes! What else do you want to know, daddy?"

"Did he fuck you?"

"Yes, but only once!"

"And he made you scream and cum! Right?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"Same way as with me?"

"Not like with you, daddy!" Carol said wih conviction. "You are superb; superior than any other guy!"

When he heard mom's words, Scott gave a start. Had her youngest lover the same age of himself? And who was he?

His mind ran immediately to Rudy. 

Rudy was Helen's first son. And Helen Boyd was Carol's best friend: a stunning blonde, forty-two, married to Frank. She had given birth, five months before, to the little Jimmy.

Rudy was the son from her first, divorced husband. Now he was nineteen: one year older than Scott. Both of them studied at the same school. Both of them played in the same football team, and Rudy was the captain. A tall, handsome boy, who had already fooled around many girlfriends. The rumors were that he was well endowed, according to what a couple of his dates had privately confessed. 

There was another curious thing: many times Rudy boasted that his mother Helen was the most stacked mom in the neighborhood. Despite her short height (only a pair of inches taller than Carol), she had been blessed with a big, round, upturned ass, slender legs and a well shaped figure, as everybody could verify when she walked on the street. But her tits were her main attraction; Rudy assured they were fantastic: fleshy, firm and king sized; two milky melons, as he was never tired to repeat to his buddies, joking on her lactation period. He spied on his mom, he said, when she was nursing the new baby and he admired those swollen boobs, especially when white streams spurted out from those huge orbs. 

His words sounded as though he had truly tasted the maternal food, directly from the source, but he had never confirmed it. The result was that everybody, in the classroom, was talking about Mistress Boyd's utters; and somebody, more maliciously, had esplicitly deducted that Rudy, every morning before school, was getting a mother's milk breakfast.

True or not true, one thing was certain: Rudy was proud of his own mom.

"Because he didn't see mine," Scott was thinking in his mind. Only in his mind, however, because he had never taken part in those discussions; he already had the hots for Carol and he was afraid that some improper word, from himself, could reveal his incestuous desires. 

"Rudy", repeated Scott in his thoughts, after having heard the confession of his adultery mom to John, who had roughly solicited her to reveal her intimate relationships.

Was Rudy her teenaged lover? What happened between mom and Rudy?.

Like in a flash back, the boy remembered the past events.  

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The first "incident" happened when Scott's football team won the final game of the school tournament. Carol was the good-luck mother of the team and after any winning match she was kissed and embraced in a friendly way by all the players; it was, apparently, an innocent tradition, also if Scott was getting jealous at the sight of all those hands running around mom's curvaceous body: especially when the summer season started and she was wearing sleeveless, low cut shirts.

That day the team got the cup, but instead of taking the cup, which is a honour for the captain, Rudy ran to the place where Carol was sitting and scooped her up in his sweaty arms; then, always running, he toured around the field, showing her off, like she was the trophy. The woman, after her initial surprise, accepted the role and started waving her hands to the crowd of parents, teachers and students all around. Her smiling face was a confirmation that she was enjoying the unexpected exhibition; all the people were clapping.

When the strong boy deposited Carol back on her feet, he kissed her gently on her cheek and she returned the kiss.

Then it was time for photos; she had been elected, at the beginning of the tournament, mascot of the team and now everybody asked, and obtained, to pose with her. Some of them put an arm around her shoulders in a friendly way, but the majority (including Scott), followed the example of the "captain", because it was much more amusing: they preferred to sweep her off the ground and take a single pose with her, cradled in arms.

Scott didn't mind. They were friends, after all, and it was a justified expression of felicity for the victory.

Something different happened when there was the official photo of all the team. Again Carol was asked, and she accepted, to pose with the group: Rudy wanted her beside him. Just when the photo was snapped, a feminine squeal was clearly heard, followed by Carol's voice. "Nooooo!!!" she exclaimed. 

Nobody seemed to know the reason, but Scott, who had turned his gaze to mom, was in time to see Carol fumbling with her shirt and Ruby's hand quickly moving through her upper body.

The photographer didn't hesitate and ordered: "A little trouble, boys! Again, please. Keep still, now!" 

As soon as the picture was taken, Scott caught mom and Rudy in a short discussion. Ruby was lightly smiling, while mom looked a little disappointed; but not for long, because she concluded with a kind of fillip on his cheek.

"What happened with Rudy?" Scott asked, when nobody was nearby.

"Nothing, Scott, nothing important," she answered, trying to conceal her embarrassment.

But her son was not satisfied. "What did he do? Tell me!" he said again.

"Nothing! For an instant he slid his hand into my blouse and cupped my breast."

"Did he squeeze your tit?"

"Just a little, honey, but he was joking, nothing more. That's all!"

"I don't like this kind of joke with you!" He was angry.

"Because you want mom only for you, don't you?" she whispered in his ear. "My son wants his mom all for him, am I right?"

"Yes, mom, I don't want other hands on your tits!" Scott was trying to calm down from his anger.

"Don't worry, honey. This evening mom will offer her beautiful, naked tits to her handsome boy. And you will play with them."

"I love your boobs, mom!"

"Do you love to lick them, don't you? Forgive mom and she will let you suck and handle them all the time. Dad is away till tomorrow, so you can see mom in the nude, this evening. She will parade for you in your room, all naked but the skimpy thong you gifted for her birthday. Are you happy, now?"

"Mom, when you are clad in that little piece of cloth, I just want to cradle you in my arms and feel your white body forever!"    

He had to stop his incestuous confession, because somebody was coming.

Three weeks after the "incidents" at football field, Scott and Rudy met together. Boyd's house was no more than five miles far from Blum's house and the two boys, like their mothers, were friends: they had grown like brothers since the early years. And now Scott, with the help of mom, who accepted joyously his lascivious caresses, had quite forgotten Rudy's naughty performances.

When he talked with his friends, Scott avoided any reference to what happened that day, after the football match. 

He arrived to Rudy's in mid afternoon, around five o'clock, bringing some DVDs they had planned to play, before meeting with two young girls before dinner. They were sitting in front of the screen, when Rudy opened a drawer, just under the equipment, to pick up the remote. A red piece of cloth, which appeared to be a tiny female garment, was in the drawer.

"Rudy," Scott exclaimed mockingly "what's this? Are you on the other side? Far from me, faggot!!"

"I'm not a faggot, you can bet!" Rudy promptly replied, with no embarrassment in his voice; and with his hand he took the red thing, displaying it to Scott's astonished eyes. It was a mini bikini top; and it looked like the same model  that Carol was wearing in the backyard, when guests came for some pool party. Only for guests, however, because when mom and son were alone, since a couple of months she used to show off topless. The color, too, was the same.

"Why this stuff is here?" Scott asked.

"It's a souvenir!" Rudy answered.

"A souvenir?"

"Yes, a souvenir from the greatest fuck with the most luscious lady you can ever imagine. What a fun! Now I'll tell you." 

Rudy's story to Scott.

A couple of weeks ago, I was walking on the street to my girfriend's house, when a woman, a middle aged one, stopped me, asking for an urgent help. She was upset: the motor of the car had a problem and she was late to her appointment. What to do? 

You know my ability to repair anything, especially when it's a matter of car or bike. And the woman! She had immediately aroused my sexual interests. A stunning light blonde, not tall, but with a very well shaped body; she wore a blouse and a skirt; this was cut much more than half a foot over her knees and it let imagine a pair of fleshy thighs; and then. . . you know, Scott, how much I'm taken by the jutting curves. . . well, that hottie had just what I'm dreaming about: her lower back arched into a pair of buns, which were like two upturned, perfect spheres; and her tits. . . how can I describe them? Two king sized melons which stood proudly on her chest, like they wanted to defy the gravity: because, from the way her nipples protruded from the light cloth, it was easy to assume she was braless. Probably, the appointment she had spoken about was with her date. Lucky man!!

She looked to be in her mid thirties: so, when I heard she was forty-seven I was really surprised. No wrinkles on her snowy neck; her angel face, where she had added a very light make-up, was decorated with a little nose, two blue eyes and a mouth, with a crown of white perfect teeth and crimson lips, which was the right target for a throbbing hard cock. When I bustled around the motor and she was close, I didn't miss the chance to feel her upper arm: meaty, tender and silky smooth. I restrained myself, with difficulty, from licking and biting that soft flesh: and how much fun could be to explore her warm armpits and taste the salty feminine secretion!




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In twenty minutes I fixed, in emergency, the fuel pump and put Nancy (her name) in condition to drive. She was really happy; she didn't believe that a teenager was so expert. Nancy gave me her cell number. 

"Call me and I'll offer you an afternoon tea at my pool and a swim, if you like it!" she said, kissing my cheek.

Three days later, I knocked at the door of her house. A rich one, indeed, full of any kind of up-to-date equipment, paintings on the walls, carpets on the floors, lots of couches. Many rooms inside and an amazing large pool in the backyard; a couple of cabins, some lounges and outdoor couches on the deck and a green area all around.

The place is about thirty miles far from here.

She welcomed me with an inviting smile and a light kiss, kind of peck, on my lips; she had worn a nice bathrobe she had fixed with a cloth belt around the hips. 

A brief tour of the house, then Nancy drove me outside. She told me that she was living there alone, since the divorce, and that her son, sometimes, visited her.

She offered me a cold drink, then she sat on the arm rest of the couch; when she crossed her legs, I glimpsed at the red bikini bottom; and at her fleshy thighs, obviously. Man, they were shapely! White, smooth, no trace of cellulite: the woman was a bombshell! And the better had still to come!

"I don't see any bag. Didn't you bring your swimsuit with you?" she said interrogatively.

"Yes, Nancy, of course I have it!" And with no hesitation I went to the cabin, where I removed my shirt and jeans, remaining in only a pair of swimming trunks. 

When I returned to the couch, I was kind of breathless for some instants: Nancy had undressed herself down to her bikini.

Bikini? It was the smallest piece of cloth I've ever seen on a woman's body. The old bitch well knew how to turn on her men! Three small triangles, two over the tits and one over her crotch, held in place by some narrow strings: nothing more! The rest was a perfectly shaped mass of inviting, juicy flesh, which seemed to be just waiting for a good licking and sucking.

My cock hardened and pushed my swimsuit out, as I approached her.

She noticed my bulge and, in a teasing tone: "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

I circled her waist with my hands, feeling the warm silky skin with my palms. She responded by pushing her full tits against my chest.

"Nancy, you're gorgeous!" I exclaimed, and bent my head for a kiss; she crushed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth: she was sweet and warm. I clutched my body against hers, as my fingers reached the back of her neck, untying the knot of one pair of strings of her bikini top. 

When we separated from our embrace, the thin straps hung free from the two small cups: only the second pair of strings, around her back, avoided her melons spilling out free in the air.

I grabbed the two spaghetti straps with one hand, letting her think I was starting to pull them down and bare her breasts.

"You dirty boy!" she said, feigning a tone of reprimand. "Just like the others! Do you want to see my big tits, don't you? Little young perv!"      

But I took her by surprise: instead of pulling down the straps, I slid my free hand on her tummy and inserted two fingers into the small patch which covered her twat; then I pulled out, just to let my eyes gaze at her hidden flesh.

Jeeeeezzzz, pal, do you belive me if I tell you that no hair covered her pussy? She was bald like a little girl! Her outer lips were totally displayed, in a delight of pink skin.

"It's my lover's workout. He wants me going hairless and he shaves me!" And, to confirm it, she raised her arms and revealed her delicious armpits. "Do you see? He makes me here, too!" 

I was incredulous: she let a man going so deeply into her intimity? What a slut! What a sexy older slut! My cock claimed its food: I couldn't wait!

I grabbed her body and, with ease, I picked her up.

"What a fury!!" she yelled, as I cradled her like a child in my arms, walking around the pool to the deep end.

She understood what I was ready to do and she tried to stop me, but her struggles excited me even more. She was mine, and she knew it very well. 

In the meantime, one tit had burst out of her loosened top and now it wobbled, like a gelatinous mound, on her chest. I bent my face down and placed some gentle kisses all over her generous flesh, sucking and licking one long nipple, while she giggled like a young girl mouthed by her first date. 

The spongy taste of her rich boob drove me to heaven: without hesitation, I jumped in the water with her. 

And then the fun began. 

During the next ten minutes I carried her, back and forth, from one to the other side, enjoying the feeling of her body in my hands. At the beginning she tried to squirm free from my grasp, but when she understood that I was too strong for her, she let me press her into my embrace. Despite her age, she had the skin and the flesh of a teen girl: smooth, soft, tight and unwrinkled.

One after one, I pulled the small pieces of cloth off her body; first the top, which flew high in the air and landed by the sun-mattress on the poolside; then the bottom, which floated on the water's surface.

When she was totally naked, like a newborn, I reached for my trunks and yanked them off. My thick weapon sprang out as hard as an iron shaft.  

Her heavy melons danced rhythmically in front of my mouth and I took advantage: my lips feasted on her mature lovely jugs, nipples and titflesh, like she was my banquet to savor; and my hands manipulated any portion of her sweet body. When my palm cupped her bare pussy, she writhed and gazed at me with an imploring expression.

Now her giggles, moans and squeals filled up the air. My thumb searched and finally found her love nub. I rubbed it, while my finger tip pressed against the pussy hole. For the first time in my life I was playing with an older woman who could be my mother, making her wriggle and squirm like a schoolgirl.

Easily as though I was working on a butter pot, my whole finger slid into the cavity, caressing the tender walls of her channel. Her legs and arms convulsed at the intrusion, kicking in the water.    

I didn't stop: a second, a third finger and finally all my hand entered her. 

"Oh my god, oh my god!!" she yelled. Then she jerked and surrendered to her first orgasm.

With one hand around her shoulders and the other one still inserted in her vagina, I continued to devour her mammaries, I don't know for how much time. 

My powerful action had won any resistance: now she was helping me. When I withdrew my lips from her breasts and my fist from her pussy, she offered to my famished mouth her fleshy arms, underarms and armpits: I accepted the invitation.

Then I put my open palms on her tight asscheeks and lifted her up, till she could wrap her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist. My lips were again free to run over her white torso, in search of the food of those delicious ripe melons. 

"Suck them, lick them, I love it!!" She screamed, as I carried her to the edge of the pool, where I sat her down. The heavy boobs swayed like bells and I couldn't help to chew on her milkers with my teeth. When I spread her thighs, she leaned back and let me slurp on her pussy.

"Please, please!!" she moaned, as my lips caressed her clit, before flicking it with my tongue.     

Scott, trust me: that bitch had a fountain in her sex pot: I was still working on her twat, when a jet of her nectar shot out in the air and hit my face, before entering my mouth and being swallowed. It was sweet like honey, sweet like fruit juice. Shaking all over, the older slut trembled, creamed and screamed: I had made her cum.

The babe had a body which was a triumph of flesh and my cock was on fire. In a quick motion, I pulled her up and back into the water. My hands cupped her tight ass and lifted her up, tightening her to my body. When her hands were again around my neck, I let her slide down: my erect dick easily penetrated her hole. Her eyes widened in excitement, her breasts thrust out and her legs quivered, as my hard shaft was sucked into her pulsating tunnel.

She screamed and I fucked her in full control, bouncing her small gorgeous body on my erection: up and down, up and down. She pressed her cunt to my scrotum and arched her upper body backwards: my cock head touched the ring of her cervix. She was not a big weight, so I could support her frame with one hand around her waist and, at the same time, play with the other one over her gelatinous titflesh.

I carried her to the pool stairs, firmly impaled on my cock, our mouths locked together, her breath becoming ragged: she mewled and purred like a kitten. Still mauling the twin melons with my hand, I brought her out of the water to the sun-mattress on the poolside, where I deposited her.

I put her legs on my shoulders and grabbed her tits; then I started pumping her pussy for at least fifteen minutes, as she cum like a racehorse and squealed like a baby pig.

She was trembling and shaking in waves after waves of pleasure, as my big pole stretched her cunt. When finally I erupted and flooded her insides, she arched her back in a last guttural scream and passed out.

I dislodged my dick from her love cavity and stood up. The bitch was laying at my feet, totally exposed in her nudity. I gazed, in pride, at the result of my work; I had finished her off: not a teen girl my age, but an experienced woman, a much older housewife I had dominated with my young virility.

At these thoughts, I felt my fluids boiling over: the milf was done, but I was still erect and I wanted to leave my mark on that luscious, perfect, clean body she used to offer during her sex games.

I knelt beside her supine frame, pointing my shaft directly to her face. My cum hit her cheek and ran down to her neck; then I spurted again and again. My load continued to land on her nose, her mouth, her chin, till a white slime coated her unblemished skin. I reserved the last ones to her breasts. I lifted one tit by the nipple and presented it to my cock head: a gush of jism splattered over the round flesh. The second tit got the same treatment. 

Now I was completely drained and the bitch had received all the stuff. I entered a cabin for a revitalizing shower: after the torrid session, the warm water was a relief to my sore muscles and I enjoyed it for a long time. When I was finished drying myself and I was dressed again, I got out of the cabin.

The woman was still on the same position, totally destroyed by my endless stamina. A large, dark stain on the mattress, just under her crotch, was the result of her bladder's release; in her state of unconsciousness, the woman had pissed herself and now her cunt was a mess: a mixture of our sex fluids and her pee. "What would say her lover and her son if they could see her now, in this condition?" I thought. 

I approached her, for a better look, and I noticed the skimpy bikini top I had made fly from the pool. I picked it up.

The bitch opened her eyes.

"My god, boy, you have really done me!" she mumbled.

"Not yet, lady! I hadn't done your ass. Next time! Now I have to leave, because I'm late: my girlfriend is waiting for me! And this stuff is mine!" I showed her the small bikini top in my hands. "You don't need it!". 

And with that I left. 

End of Rudy's story.

Scott was silent for a good minute, as his friend looked at him stealthily, with a little smile on his face.

The description of the torrid session between Rudy and the older Nancy had stimulated his libido and only one person, his mom, could calm down him. 

"I'm going, now," Scott said, abruptly.

"The chicks are waiting for us! Did you forget?" His friend tried to dissuade him from his decision, but he was unyielding.

"Okay, buddy, hope you have a better evening at home!" Rudy winked at him. Did he know the Blum's secrets? Scott didn't care.

At home, he caught mom at the poolside, lying on a deck chair, totally nude, as she used when she was alone. The earlier return of her son had taken her by surprise, but she couldn't cover herself, because she had left in the cabin the micro thong she wrapped around her hips when she spent her time at pool with Scott.  

The boy didn't lose time: in few seconds he tore off all his clothes and stood naked in front of Carol: his erect, thick dick was talking better than any words.

"What's the hell, son?" she said harshly. The strict rule she had imposed in their incestuous liaison was to avoid any full nudism, with only one exception: when she let him watch and towel her naked body off, after she had bathed or showered herself.

"Mom, I want to fuck you!" Scott exclaimed, approaching her.

"Son, stop with that! Don't forget what we agreed!" 

Their agreement was that he could indulge only to petting with her: hands and mouth yes, but no penetration. Only before his departure to college, in the next two months, and after she had verified his stable attraction, she would have given herself to full sex with him.

Reluctanctly, Scott put on his pants and Carol rewarded him with a large smile, followed by a passionate kiss.

"Mom, your small body makes me crazy!" 

"This means that you naughty boy are turned on by your mommy? It's a shame!" she said, in a provoking tone. His cock hardened. 

Now her naked pliable boobs pressed against his chest, the twin wrinkled milkers poking deliciously into his skin, like small stones. The boy's right hand circled the back of her knees, the left one went around her shoulders and mom was easily scooped up by her son. 

Her heavy tits swayed and bounced, like mounds of jello. 

The woman squealed, saying "nooooo" in her childlike, inviting voice, as her son carried her, like a baby, to the pool edge. 

Few steps and he jumped into the water with her: Rudy had been a good teacher.

For fifteen minutes they played in the pool, like kids. Scott's hands took possession of any part of mom's body, squeezing, fondling, manipulating and kissing everywhere. He walked with her to the deep end, making fun of her diminutive height: her feet couldn't touch the floor and she had to be held up by him. 

For fifteen minutes Carol's joyous shrieks resounded in the air. Then the game ended with a long kiss they exchanged, with mom always cradled by her son, before getting out of the water, still embraced to him. Scott gently deposited her naked body on the pool side.

"Thank you, mom!" he said.

"Thank you, son!" she echoed.  

"I need a shave," Carol said, when they toweled in one of the cabins. A small tuft of hair, on her pubes, had started growing and she had to get rid of it: she didn't want to lose one of her best attractions: a clean, soft, flavoured pussy. All the men she received in her bed were sexually aroused by a mature, small woman, with those baby like genitals.             

"I want to shave you, mom!" Scott had no hesitation in his voice. 

"What do you mean, honey?" Carol replied, surprised by his request.

"Exactly what I said, mom! Let me shave you! Now!"

"Okay, honey!" After all, he had already seen her naked and felt her body. Nothing wrong if he added another step into her intimacy.

He took her by the hand and together they entered the house and went to the bathroom.

She sat on the tub's edge and opened her legs, as the boy knelt in front of her, between her inviting thighs. 

"Be careful, son!" she warned him.

"No worry, mommy! I don't want to ruin this lovely pussy!" He bent down and kissed the pink folds of her labia. She gave a little shudder.

Then he rubbed the shaving cream over her mound and around her vagina; when he touched her clit, the little nub hardened. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

Scott picked up the razor and carefully started shaving mom's tender skin; he stretched her lips, first one and then the other one, before removing any trace of hair from them; mom was wiggling delightfully.

When he completed his work, not a single hair affected the perfect cleanliness of her cunt.

"Mom, you have been served," he said proudly. His palm caressed her smooth soft pussy skin, as his middle finger checked the love hole and the love walls, relishing the tenderness of her available flesh.

Without a word, she put her hands under his armpits, pulled him up and her mouth searched his, to give a grateful kiss on his lips.

"I want a shower with you, mom," he said.

"My god, honey, what happens to you, today?" He was already leading her to the large shower cabin.

"You're gorgeous, mommy!" he exclaimed, removing his pants in front of Carol. His cock burst out of its confinements, proudly swaying in the air.

"Scott!!!" she scolded, but she was not really angry.

"Mom. . . you. . . you. . ." The boy stammered; and the tip of his prick was already wet from the oozing pre-cum.

"Ohhhhh. . . baby. . .!" Carol's surprise lasted few seconds: her son needed her help and she had to do something. For the first time in their relationship, and quite automatically, she knelt in front of him and pressed her mouth at the head of his pulsating cock.

He moaned at her tender touch, while his shaft tried to search its way through the opening of her warm lips.  

Her little tongue darted and swirled around the aroused skin, but she didn't suck: she was not yet ready to swallow the incestuous cream. Her small hands squeezed gently the young balls, then her fingers circled his throbbing meat, running back and forth on it, with expertness.

"Mom. . . oh mom. . . yeeeessss. . .!!" The first stream erupted, like lava from a volcano, splattering her face, staining her eyebrows, her nose, her neck.

Before gushing again, he reached out and cupped his palms around the bottom side of her abundant boobs, to lift them against the source of his spunk. The new jets spurted out more powerfully, and a sticky white semen flooded her cleavage, finally covering the entire surface of her breasts.

"My god, baby, watch what you did!" she yelled, looking at all this sperm over her own body.

"Mommy. . . ohhhhh, mommy!" Both of them stood up, his spent penis hanging from his hairy crotch. He bent his head down and kissed her mouth: the stink of his recent cum could be clearly noticed on her face.

When their lips separated, he opened the tap and the warm water started running over their bodies.  

Scott disengaged the faucet sprayer from its support and directed it to her face, the base of her neck, her shoulders and then up and down her arms. He raised them, one at a time, by her wrists, and spread the water over her armpits. He lifted her tits, one at a time, by the nipples, and sprayed thoroughly the round melons, without forgetting some eager kisses on the bottom side of each succulent globe. The woman was totally available to her aroused son. 

Her body was a painting and he was the painter. The jets hit her stomach, her navel and her tummy. When he went to her pussy, his fingers played with her pulsating lips, before watering the pink folds. He painted her well shaped, fleshy thighs, her legs, calves, ankles, feet and toes. 

Then he turned her around and worked the sprayer on her back, upper and lower side, up to the deliciously jutting spheres of her twin buns. His free hand gave a firm squeeze to the upturned flesh and his mouth ran over the smooth skin, tonguing the ass cleavage and the wrinkled orifice of her anus. 

When he finished spraying all over her frame, and any trace of his sperm disappeared, he directed the water streams up and down his own body, especially to his hairy crotch; then he repositioned the faucet and poured some soap, from a bottle, into a washcloth.             

"Let me go to the toilet, first!" She stopped him. "I have to pee!"

"And so? Where is the problem, mom? Do it here!" Scott said, with a captivating voice. 




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"But. . . but. . . honey, are you crazy? I can't. . . here. . . with you!" She was shocked. 

"Mom, why not?" he insisted. "You don't wear clothes. And we're in the shower. Do it! Do it, please! You're so beautiful. . . all naked!"

He abandoned the washcloth, cupped her asscheeks and pulled her tight against himself: his cock poked her tummy and she felt his erection. He passionately kissed her mouth.  

His hands spread apart her butt cheeks and the tip of his right finger caressed the lovely ass cleavage and the wrinkled ring. 

"Let it go, mom! Let me see you piss!" he encouraged.

She had gone too far with her son, that evening: it was too late to come back. She relaxed her bladder and let go.

The stream gushed from her pussy, ran along her thighs and legs, and finally to her feet.

Scott watched in adoration at his mom who peed and peed, in a standing up position. And at the same time, the flash back of Rudy's story, about the lady who had pissed herself on the sun-mattress, after the pool fucking, came to his mind. 

When she was finished, "Oh my god!" was all she could say.

Her son took again the washcloth and began to bathe her, starting from her neck, arms and shoulders; he rubbed the soapy cloth on her armpits and underarms; he explored the narrow channel between her lovely mounds. His free hand was always wrapped around her waist, pleasured by her smoothness. 

He went to her face, gently tracing her forehead, nose, eyes, lips, cheeks and chin. He moved his hand from her waist to one nipple, he pinched it between thumb and finger and pulled out the tit, offering the full round globe to the soapy massage. The same on the other tit.

He came to the middle of her chest, to her stomach, to her belly button; then turned her around and lathered her back. When he reached the upturned curve of her twin buns, he couldn't help himself to land a couple of gentle smacks on the succulent round spheres.

"Scott!!" She whined. "I'm not your toy!!"

"Yes, mom, you are!!" he replied, with another harder slap, before accurately soaping the tight surface and the hidden folds of her flesh.   

He continued his trip along her body: thighs, legs, feet and finally the pussy. First he rubbed the washcloth over the whole sex; then, with his soaped fingers, he massaged her outer lips, the insides of her love tube and the throbbing clit. Carol accepted his treatment, moaning and stirring under the probing touch of her son.

When she was completely covered in rich, aromatic suds, he contemplated for some instants his work. 

"Mom, you are luscious!" he exclaimed, with satisfaction. 

Carol smiled.

He used the same lather to wash himself. Rapidly and thoroughly.

Then he took again the sprinkler and rinsed both of them.

Finally they dried each other off.

She still had the towel wrapped around her body, when Scott tore it away, exposing again the naked mom to his excited gaze: he bent down and placed a lewd, sucking kiss on the delicious mole of her left boob.

"My god, honey, today you really have had fun with my tits! You devoured them!" Carol smiled.

"Mommy, your tits are gorgeous!!" His hands had cupped again her breasts.

"Okay, baby, but now stop! Let me catch my breath for a while!" And with that she freed herself from his grasp.  

"Let's go to the living room, mom! We can watch some television."

"Okay, Scott, but first I have to put on something. And you too! We can't stay overthere, naked like birds."

With reluctance, he obeyed.

Five minutes later, the boy was in the main room, waiting for mom. He wore a pair of pants and was sitting on a large chair. The television played a basketball match.

Carol came on, dressed only in panties and a squirt of exotic perfume which gave off a very intoxicating scent. The garment was a pink skimpy slip, barely covering her pubic area.

"Can you make room for mommy?" she asked teasingly, sitting on his lap, sideways, one naked arm wrapped around his neck.

"What my boy wants to eat for dinner?" she gazed up at him and winked. "Meat is okay?"

"Yes, this meat is the best one!" he exclaimed, gently sinking his own teeth into the soft, perfumed flesh of her upper arm. The other hand had already cupped her left boob and was caressing the silky skin.

"Ohhhhh. . . naughty boy. . ." She squeaked, as he continued to mouth and manipulate her. 

"Your mom is so smsll. . . and you so bigger!!"

"Bigger?" he said interrogatively. "Watch them, mom! They really are bigger!!" And he pointed to the basketball players oh the television screen. Most of them were black.

"Watch this one," he said again. "Watch how tall he is!"

"I love the tall men," Carol giggled. "I love being cradled and dwarfed by a tall guy!!"

"He could fulfil your fantasies, mommy! He could easily lift you and set you up on the basket, on display for everybody to see. What a sight!" Scott exclaimed. 

"And you would let someone doing this to your lovely mommy? What a perv!" His joking words had made her laugh.

Scott replied with an indistinct sound of voice. "Mmmmmmm. . ." he muffled, as his lips were running from her armpit and underarm to one stiff nipple which hardened even more in his devouring mouth.

"Mom, your flesh is so soft," he finally exclaimed, raising his head from her loveliness. "And so white!!"

"Do you like mom's flesh?" she asked, with a malicious smile.

"Mom, imagine your white tits disappearing into those black hands!!" Again he pointed his finger to the screen.

"Wowww. . . my large tits squeezed in some larger black hands. My dream's coming true!" Carol said with a fake enthusiasm.  

"Mommy, your boobs are fantastic!" Scott bounced her breasts in his palms, as though he was weighing them. "How big are these toys?"

"My sex starved son still doesn't know his mom's titty size?"

"I know, mom, but I love to hear from you!" The boy continued to maul the twin orbs.   

"For your information, little perv, my boobs are the double D size! And for your information, too, you have to know that my gym trainer says they are the biggest miracle of gravity he has ever seen!"

"Your trainer? How does he know?" he asked suspiciously.

"Son, he has to know! He's my masseur!"

"Masseur? Do you get full massage, at gym?"

"Yes,of course!"

"Also on your asscheeks?"

"Yes, son!"

"And tits?"

"Yes, son!"

"Naked tits?"

"Yes, on my naked tits! I'm all naked, for my masseur! And when, after the daily session, he carries me to the scales and sets me down, he says that most of my weight is in my tits and ass!"

The look in Scott's face became dark and, in a voice that didn't conceal his anger, he asked: "Who is he?"

"Dave. I'm sure you know him!"

"Dave who? "Rocky" Dave?"

"Yes, Scott. Rocky Dave, how they call him, for his massive frame. And I must say he's very skilled!"

"That brawny stud with bulging biceps is very skilled? How can he be? He's only twenty-five!" He was incredulous.

"Son, believe me! He's young, but very very professional. When he rubs his hands over my body, I'm in heaven. And when he carries me in his big arms, I forget my age: he makes me feel like a little girl. Dave is very gentle with me: a very good friend!"

"Mom, you make me jealous, thinking about you and him together. And his hands all over your naked body!" He had spoken in a broken voice, as though he was starting to cry.

"No jealousy, honey! Not at all! Mom loves you, and you should know it! What other mom offers herself to her son, like I'm doing to you?" Her words were confirmed by a passionate kiss on his lips. At the same time she drove his hand to the small patch which covered her pubes.

"Play with me, baby," she whispered in his ear. "Please, baby, please. . ."

Scott had already forgotten the bad thoughts. One hand still clasped around her tit, the fingers of the other hand slid inside her panties and reached the tender flesh. She helped him, spreading her legs.

He opened the outer lips and moved up until he found the protruding clit. His thumb flicked it, while two fingers worked her hole.

After a couple of minutes, she started moaning: "Yes, baby. . . yes. . . again, again!" Her pussy began leaking and a stream of hot juice gushed out, up in the air, like a little stream of piss.

Scott remembered Rudy's story and his description of the bald fountaining cunt of the mature lady, the so called Nancy. "Like mom," he thought, as a doubt crossed his mind. "Like mom, yes, but like most of the women," he reassured himself; and mom was not the only one who shaved her pussy. 

"We have to stop, son, before it's too late!" Carol said, as she regained control of herself. "Dad is coming soonest and I don't want him seeing us make love, honey! We'll do it, I promise you, but not now." 

She dislodged herself from his embrace and stood up, in front of him.

"Forgive me, baby, but now I have to get dressed again. And you too!" 

And with that, she kissed him gently, before getting out. 

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During the next two weeks, after these events, the incestuous relationship between mother and son continued till the intrusion of the group of fugitive convicts; sex starved, young, built like bulls, they captured the entire family and abused the mature housewife in any way. Especially John, an incredible tall giant, who had no trouble to submit the small woman, with his strength and powerful virility, to his lustful wishes. He forced her to accept, despite her much older age, the role of an obedient "child", dominated by her "big daddy". During most of the time she was cradled in his massive arms like a baby, while her son witnessed, with increasing arousement, the manipulation of the lovely mom and her sexual performances.

During the last session, John had forced Carol to admit, in details, her past infidelity: consequently Scott got to know that one of mom's lovers had been a young boy, same age of himself.

This confession, together with some past events, including Rudy's story about a sexual adventure with an older woman, had turned the first suspicion into a certainty: Rudy, his best friend, had fucked mom.

Indubitably Rudy was sexually attracted by Scott's mom; Carol's bikini top was the same model Rudy was keeping, as trophy, in his room; the house and poolside he had descripted in his story met with those of Carol; some attitudes of the woman were the same as Scott's mom.

Rudy had told Scott that the woman, Nancy, was blonde and forty-seven aged; divorced and living alone. It was obvious to Scott, now, that Rudy had falsified these details; because he couldn't say brutally to his friend: dude, I fucked your mother.

But when it happened? When mom had been alone? Now Scott remembered: four weeks before, mom sent him to Grandma and insisted for him to stay there also in the night. Reluctantly, he had obeyed. 

Dad was not at home, because he was in visit to his daughter for three days. 

And the two lovers had taken advantage of the opportunity. 

But when mom and Rudy agreed for a date? 

Certainly not in the street, after a car damage, as Rudy had said in his story. 

Probably, few days before their fuck session: when Scott had caught them in a private conversation, immediately after the football team's photos.

"He fucked the mother of his best friend! What a big son of a bitch!!" Scott thought about Rudy.  

And the image of Helen came to his mind: the big titted Rudy's mommy, with those huge bosoms, still lactating after the recent birth of the little Jimmy. What a better revenge than stick his cock in her plump body and fill up all her intimate holes? What a fun to handle those rich, soft, creamy melons and squeeze the fresh milk out of them! And drink it from the natural source of her nipples!!    

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of some sweet familiar moans of pleasure.

Mom was still held up high in the air, but John had moved her to another position: now she sat on the crook of his left arm, her head resting on the hollow of his neck, like a sleeping child taken by an adult, one of her palms caressing his large shoulders. He had scooped her left tit into his free hand, and his tongue was playing with the wrinkled skin of a rosy areola: the lapping sound mixed with her moans of joy.

Scott watched in amazement at his mom, whose body was toyed with. Drunk with sex, after the incredible, endless fuck sessions during the last two days, she was, now, totally available to John's lewd caresses.

"You love mom's tits, don't you?" the turned on boy asked the giant guy.

"Oh fuck yeah!!. . . I love them!" John exclaimed, raising his mouth from her flesh. "Much better if they were full of milk! I'd like to drink from these puppies!"

Had he read in Scott's mind, when the boy had dreamt about Helen's mammaries?

Carol turned her head to the big stud who was holding her, but before she could speak, he took her cheeks in his hand and voraciously kissed her lips and tongued her mouth.

Then he groped again her boob, as his thumb flicked the elongated nipple back and forth, like it was a switch.

"Did you give milk from these two udders?" he asked. 

"Yes, daddy, I fed my babies!" was the obedient answer of the surrendered woman.

"Like a little cow?"

"Daddy. . . please!!"

"I want to know!" his hand increased the hold on the boob, making her moan in pain. "Like a little cow?"

"Yes, daddy, like a little cow," she whispered.

"And you had lot of milk in these udders! Right?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"Too much for only one sucker, right?"

"What do you mean?" Carol said in worry, figuring what he wanted to know.

"That you shared your milk with someone else than your baby!" he thundered in her face.

"Nnnooo. . . please. . . don't speak to me like that!!" she cried up at him.

"You did it, slut! Don't lie to me and don't hide anything, or I'll tear off this fucking nipple!" The tit nub was trapped between his fingers: Carol panicked.

"Yes. . . yes. . . I let my hubby suck on them!" she admitted.

"And then? Who else?" His fingers tightened around the pink morsel.

"A few others!"

"Men?"

"Yes. . . men!"

"Who they?"

"Friends. . . from the neighborhood. . . we lived in another County. ." 

"The little pet!! A milking cow! Were you a milking cow, baby? Did they milk you like a cow?"

"Daddy. . . ohhhhhhh. . . ohhhhhhh. . . don't. . . yeeeessss. . . I was a cow, they milked me. . . like. . . a cow!!" She had tried to resist, but the pulling on her nipple was too much.

"Did they milk you dry, little child?"

"Yes. . . daddy. . . they milked me dry!" Now the woman was totally under his power: she was available, now, to whatever thing he ordered.

"How was your milk?" he asked unmercilessly.

"They said my milk was sweet and tasty!"

The woman was exhausted. Her captor had reached his target: to debase her in front of her son, take full charge of her body and her mind, have her ready to any further erotic game. 

Scott, from his side, couldn't believe what he heard. He was astonished. He had never imagined his mom was such a slutty bitch. Her confession had increased, more and more, his libido and the lustful desires to ravish her in any way, in any hole.

"Okay, little bimbo! Let's go outside!" John said resolutely. "May be my friends want to feel these beautiful fleshy toys, before dinner! Follow me, dude, and enjoy the sight of your white mom being handled by two big black boys!"

And with that, he made for the pool, carrying Carol with him, like a ventriloquist carries his puppet. His hand was still firmly cupped around her left tit.

Scott followed them.

(To be continued)

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Young Studs for Carol Ch. 05



This is another Chapter of Carol's Series.

I'm an "amateur" writer and, in addition, English is not my mother tongue.

To write a single Chapter requires a big effort, from me: long time and language's difficulties.

Therefore, let me ask, please, to judge my writing on the basis of its "contents" (if you like it or not) and not from an aesthetic or "formal" point of view.

Please, read my "Note" at the end of the Story. 

All the characters are over eighteen years old. 

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On the way to the backyard, John stopped in front of a large mirror.

"Watch, lil one!" he said to Carol, gently fondling one of her meaty boobs with the palm of his right hand. "You're my girlfriend, now!" 

The young, huge stud was looking with satisfaction at the sight the mirror was reflecting. He was carrying in the crook of one arm, in front of Scott, her son, a busty, middle aged, tiny mom. The woman and her boy had an expression of submission in their eyes; both of them were totally naked. 

John smiled sadistically. He had reached his target: mom and son were under his full control, he could use them in any way he wanted, to fulfil his perverted fantasies. 

"Mom's got some super titties, boy!" he exclaimed, bouncing the tit in his hand.

"Yeah. . . really nice." Scott said in a soft voice.

"Heavy, round and fleshy." The hand continued to rub the silky skin.

"Ohhhhhh. . ." Carol moaned, her head nestled on the big shoulder of her captor; she clearly enjoyed the treat he was giving her.

"You want son's cock, don't you, lil one? In your holes: ass and pussy!" The young stud had no mercy for his mature prey.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . I'll do what you want!" she whispered in a cute tone.

"'Cause you are my child and you obey your big daddy, don't you?" He was commanding, now.

"Yes, daddy, yes, I'm your child, your little. . . ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy. . ." she couldn't continue: her nipple had been captured and fingered, swelling up like a small cock.

"See, boy? Mom likes it!" 

Then he stopped playing with the woman's ripe left tit and palmed the boy's penis: a good eight inches prick, when fully erect, which easily disappeared in the huge hand.

"Nice tool, buddy! Mommy loves it!" 

He manipulated the young dick for a couple of minutes, running his thumb back and forth over the bulbous head, to demonstrate his dominance. 

"Thick and long! Ready to sink into mommy's hot flesh! The lovely bimbo served by her son!" John enjoyed the boy's pulsating member in his own hand and the intense, excited gaze in Scott's eyes, at his words.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . I want mom. . . to fuck her. . ." He was turned on by the lascivious caresses over his cock and by the sight of mom's busty, white body, all embraced, up in the air, into the engulfing arms of the giant stud.

"Tonight, boy, tonight this chick will be yours. She will get the threesome of her life!" John grinned. "I'll share my little child with you!" 

Then he moved again his hand to Carol's small, quivering body and swung her around, cradling the beautiful mother into his massive arms, like a weightless doll.

One of her round-shaped melons was swaying, just before his lips; he plunged his head into her mammaries and took a good portion of one breast in his mouth, licking and sucking noisily. Carol moaned and squealed, like a little girl: her legs frantically kicked out in the air. 

Scott contemplated the couple. He thought in his mind: "This freak of nature has always his hands and mouth over mom's boobs." 

When the young giant raised his lips from her chest, Carol's right breast was all wet and glistening.

"Did you see, boy?" John said. "That's the way to treat the hot moms, especially when they've got bazooms like these ones! Don't forget it!" And to the woman: "Am I right, baby? You love my tongue on your puppies, don't you?"

"You . . . " Another sucking kiss on her engorged nipple made her jolting. "Why did you do. . . always my. . . ohhhhhh. . . my tits?" 

"'Cause these sweet melons are mine, child!" he exclaimed. "These twins are mine! All made for fun!"

He was rocking and bouncing her naked, small frame in his huge arms, as though he was cuddling a ten years old girl and not a hot milf in her fifties, wife and mother of two.

"Now we go!" he finally exclaimed, walking to the poolside. Scott was one step back. 

When they reached the backyard, John stopped in front of Tom and Nick, who were sitting, still naked, in their deck-chairs.

"Hey, boys! Look what a lovely little fuck bag I've found in the house!!" he loudly said to his companions, showing Carol off. The petite lady was stil held up in his muscled arms like an infant.

"Wooooow. . .!!! The hottie you carry!! Clean and fresh like a baby! I just need a good squeeze of some white flesh!!" Nick echoed. 

"Can we play with her?" Tom added, as his friend stood up, holding out his hands, to remove Carol's body from John's embrace. 

"Okay, fellas, but be careful, you fucking perverts! No hickeys! She's my little cute bimbo! I don't want her back, all bruised and battered!" The giant guy warned them. 

"Come to me, doll! Ahhhhhhh. . . let me feel you up, lil one!!" Nick grinned lasciviously, grasping the woman and swooping her, with avidity, into his powerful arms. Her pale skin and her diminutive body erotically contrasted with his dark, huge frame. The middle aged, big titted lady was in total possession of a new young brute, whose enormous manhood was threateningly swaying and hardening on his hairy crotch.

"The yummy mommy's all soft!" the guy exclaimed. "I love this yummy mommy! Light and fleshy!!" Nick easily bounced Carol in his arms, throwing her body up and down in the air for a couple of times, just in front of her son, before carrying her around the patio, firmly held up over his head, to make sure that everybody had a close look at her. 

The woman, who in her previous love affairs had been always a tease, had become, now, only a little plaything in the hands of a group of escaped convicts, who had repeatedly, thoroughly fucked and abused her in any possible way, till the slut inside her had been freed. 

She was helplessly held in the strong arms of a rough young man, who used her like an object of pleasure. His left hand, around her upper body, had captured an entire tit in his grasping fingers: the large palm squeezed mercilessly the round globe, making her moan in pain. 

"My pet!! The pet of the house! Tell us that you are a pet, babe!" he shouted.

His imperious tone didn't give her other chance than to obey.

And she obeyed. "Yes. . . yes. . I'm a pet. . . okay, okay!" she murmured.

"Louder. . . louder, little chick!" he insisted. "Let your son know that his mom is the pet of the house!" His hand gave a harder squeeze to her mauled tit.

Again Carol complied. "Ohhhhh. . yes. . . I'm the pet of the house. . . your pet, your pet. . . ohhhh!!"

"Repeat with me, lil one! Repeat these words: I'm a fucking hot slave! Everybody here has to hear from you that you're my fucking hot slave. Say that, mistress Blum, say that!!" Nick ordered.

"Yes. . . yes. . I'm your. . . fucking. . . hot. . . slave. . . Okay, sir, okay?" She stared at the dominant stud, with an imploring look in her eyes.

"Did you hear your mom, boy?" Nick asked Scott. "What did she say?"

"A slave. . . your hot fucking slave!" The boy obediently repeated. 

"Wanna check some young manflesh, lady?" he asked. And without waiting for her answer, he lowered the woman, still holding her in his arms, till his dick touched her naked back. Then, easily as though she was a weightless package, he started moving her petite frame back and forth, rubbing her body against his thick cockhead. 

"Here's the way you deserve it, bitch!" 

Uncared of her struggles, he laughed sonorously, clearly enjoying the contact with the satin smoothness of her skin. 

Carol, who was well aware of the concupiscent gaze of her son, implored her captor to stop. Her aching boob was still pressed into the black hand. 

"Oh, god! ohhhhhh. . . please, Nick. . . stop. . .don't. . . aaaahhhhhhh!"

The tip of his member was brushing its way over the velvety soft slope of her hips, the well shaped roundness of her tight ass cheeks, the crack of her anus; it peaked out from the junction of her thighs, caressing in a slow motion the pink folds of her sweet, hairless pussy: so fragrant, so delicious, so clean, after the long bath her son had given her.

"Little slut! I'd keep you impaled on my dong all night long!" Nick exclaimed.

"And these mams in my mouth, for a good taste!" he added, tightening the grip of his fingers around the white alabaster flesh of her manipulated boob, till a little cry came out of her throat.

"Don't fuck her!" The commanding voice of John suddenly resounded. Nick turned back his head. "Don't fuck her!" John repeated. "I want her all clean for our dinner. Don't make her dirty! Don't spray her with your filthy cum!"

"What's the hell, pal!" Nick replied. His gaze was angry. "This sweety is writhing in my hands and I can't have her pussy?"

"Be patient, buddy! She's all fresh of soap and smells so good, from the bath her boy gave her! Dont't spoil the little mommy! Save her for dinner!" John explained.

"Dinner? What d'you mean?" The black guy interrogatively looked at his companion.

"Yes, Nick!! Dinner!! Don't you like to be served by a nice waitress, with a pair of perfumed white tender boobs swaying before your hungry mouth, while you sit at the table?" The big stud smiled maliciously.

"Ahhhhhhh. . . the fucking bastard! A little piece of hot older chick for dinner! John, you're great!" Nick said with enthusiasm. The idea his friend had suggested was terrific: a rich, mature milf walking naked, or half naked, around the table, as four young men ate and drank! And one of the men was her own son.

In a quick movement, he wrapped his strong fingers, like tentacles, around her hips and easily lifted the lovely brunette up, in vertical position, her chest facing him, her beautiful erect nipples at his mouth level.

"Did you hear your daddy, mistress Blum?" he asked loudly. 

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

"You are at my service, lady!" And without awaiting for her reply, he kissed her exposed tits: first one, then the other, before giving a good lick to the rosy, large areolae.

"Take the lil one out of his hands, Tom," John exclaimed in anxiety "before this animal devours her!" He well knew his companions: Nick was a kind of wild savage who couldn't restrain his brutish instincts, when sexually aroused, whilst Tom had a more gentle side.

Carol felt another pair of black hands around her body, as a new voice was blowing in her ears: "Here, baby, let me carry you away from this brute!" Tom had no trouble to scoop the little woman into his arms, relishing her generous curves and her sweet scent.

"Okay, buddy," he asked John. "I get the girl. What else?"

"Carry her inside and look for some nice outfit. She loves showing off to her boyfriends, when she cuckholds her pimp hubby. Tonight she will be our sexy maid!" The big stud winked at Scott. "Dude, tonight we're feasting on mom's hot flesh. A bimbo mommy's party, like you've never seen!" 

The boy felt his cock stiffening, at these crude words; and more he was turned on by mom's girlish-like squeals and giggles, as the black Tom walked to the house, carrying cradling her with no effort. When he crossed the entrance door, his mouth was dangerously approaching the long pink nipple at the top of one heavy, swaying tit meat. Few seconds later, a high feminine shriek was clearly heard from inside the apartment.

"He has reached his target," Scott thought, and his dick throbbed with excitement. 

It was evening now. Nick left to his room; John entered the cabin, picked up the small piece of cloth he had found in the drawer(see previous Chapter 4), put it in his pocket, then went to the living room. Scott followed him.

Few minutes later, they were sitting on a large couch, watching television. 

When they heard Tom's hearty laugh and Carol's yells, the boy gave a start.

"Don't worry, dude," the big stud exclaimed. "My friend well knows how to play the little chick, without injuring her. He loves the older babes!" 

Finally Tom arrived. Carol was still into his arms, but now she wasn't nude. 

"Put the child down here!" John said. "Let me give a look at the garment!"

Tom approached him and gently lowered the beautiful lady, depositing her onto the couch in standing position, between the open thighs of the big stud, who welcomed the appetizing housewife, circling her narrow waist with his huge palms. 

Scott watched in amazement: John, whose lips were visibly watering, was preparing mom for another body's manipulation. She was so delicious in her new lingerie!

Carol was wearing a sleeveless, light green, satin, near transparent camisole, held up by two thin spaghetti straps, which barely covered the jutting curves of her abundant melons; the lower edge was cut-off just at the bottom of her breast flesh. The rosy circles of her large areolae, capped by pink nipples, were clearly revealed. A loose fitting skirt, kind of hawaiian type, falling in length between her belly button and upper thighs, matched with the top garment. Her hairless genitals were hidden by a pair of g-string panties which completed the nightgown set.

In a rough motion, John slid one hand inside the upper garment and grabbed one tit.

"My god," the woman thought. "I've never had my boobs so much manipulated, before these guys. They are never satiated with them." 

"When he puts his hands on mom," her son thought, "indeed he treats her like a cow."

"Great work, pal!" John exclaimed. "We've a nice bimbo to enjoy our dinner!"

"Bro, this gal is a little slut!" Tom said. "Watch what I've found in her drawer".

And with that the black guy took out of the pocket of his slacks (he was no more naked, now) a greeting card.

"Read it, pal; it was folded inside the garment."

Carol blushed and tried to grab the paper from his hand, but the two guys were faster.

"To my little cutie. Brad." John read in a loud voice. "So, lil one, Brad is your fucker!"

"Nooooo. . . " Carol yelled. "Don't talk like that! He's a friend!"

"A friend?" He mocked. "And he gave this to you for what? For you, to wear it during the mass?" 

"Oh my god!" Carol was close to cry, now. "Please. . . please. . ."

"Okay, little chick, we don't care about Brad or whoever else was in your cunt. You have us, now, mommy Blum! And I can assure you that you'are going for the bang of your life!" A firm squeeze of her left breast concluded his words.

Brad!!! Brad was Alan's brother, Scott thought. Alan was fhe husband of his sister Lynn. 

Brad, who was Lynn's brother, had given mom, as a present, a nightgown! Why? As a minimum, to make her show him her nudity, in private. But, most probably, this was the gift for a night of passion. Brad had fucked mom!!

And now Scott remembered all of those days.

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Month of April. Saturday morning. Scott's father was in a business trip for some days. Lynn and Alan had come on Friday evening and Brad was with them: he was Blum's guest for the first time, after Lynn's marriage. Brad was a gynecological doctor: thirty-eight years old, divorced, tall, handsome, well-educated, he was known for his ability to seduce women. 

Scott's class had planned a short weekend on the mountains. The departure was at ten-thirty. Half an hour before the bus was leaving, the boy realized he had forgotten a pair of shoes in his room.

He had still some time; so, without hesitation, he ran home. And there he found a surprise.

Lynn and Alan, in the patio, were relaxing on a pair of sun-mattresses, laid in front of the swimming pool. The young woman was topless and her husband was gently caressing her tanned breasts. Scott had never seen his sister's nude tits, before: they were simply awesome: big, round, with two erect pink nipples swaying under the touch of her man's fingers.

"Hi, Scott," Alan exclaimed, without interrupting the tits fondling, as though it was the most natural thing. "Why you're back so early? Something wrong?"

"I forgot. . . something . . ." The boy was really embarrassed. "But mom. . where is mom?" At the same time the boy saw two bikini tops hanging from a chaise longue: one clearly matched with Lynn's bikini bottom; and the other?

"We're sunning all together. It's the first hot day of the season!" 

Scott jolted at the water splashing he heard from the pool. Mom and Brad were there, rollicking like two kids, jumping, diving and pushing water each other, with their cupped hands. The small swimsuit bra he had seen on the chair belonged to mom. And she was playing topless with a man who wasn't her husband.

For few minutes they didn't noticed his presence. Then Brad gestured to the boy, bent to Carol whose hand was around his neck, told her something in the ear and thrust his arms underwater. Scott heard clearly his mom yelling "noooo", but the man didn't care and in a quick motion scooped her up like a baby and walked to the stairs of the pool, emerging from the water. The beard gave him the appearance of a sea god carrying a mermaid.

Only a skimpy little piece of cloth around her hips covered Carol's small body. Small, thought Scott, but perfectly shaped; and her tits were simply huge. He had never seen them in all their glory: they wobbled back and forth, like two swollen globes, upon her otherwise thin torso. She looked at her own ease in the firm embrace of the man, her legs joyously kicking in the air, letting herself be carried effortlessly along the poolside.

"Honey!!" she exclaimed. Her tone showed astonishment, but no shame for laying helpless, practically naked, in the firm embrace of the younger man. "I was not expecting you! What happened?"

"I. . . I. . " The boy was speechless.

"Mom had a little problem with her ankle. She can't walk without help." Brad said, stopping in front of Scott, still holding Carol up into his arms, a shameless look on his face.

Then he lowered the mature housewife onto a couch; he knelt between her thighs and started massaging her ankle with gentle caresses.

Scott couldn't watch anymore. Without a word, he ran back to the house, entered his room, picked up his package and, in ten minutes, reached the bus.

During all the week end, he was in turmoil. 

The boy, in the last two years, had developed, like many adolescents his age, a latent attraction towards his mom. Her big bountiful boobs, arrogantly showing through her always tight shirts, her bullet-like nipples poking out of the light cloth, her round asscheeks clearly outlined by the thin fabric of her miniskirts and the delicate features of her beautiful face had stirred up, in many occasions, his hormones and sometimes he had stroked his young cock, fantasizing about his gorgeous mother.

He had already seen Carol in her bikini swimsuits and a couple of times he could briefly glance at her shapely nude bosoms as she came out of the shower in a loosened bathrobe. But now, the show at the pool, with Brad, had been too much for the poor boy. The sight of mom's exposed body, the hands of a man over her naked flesh, the sounds of her girlish giggles, the easiness with which she had given herself to the strong masculine arms of Alan's brother had instilled in him a sense of jealousy, mixed with an intense desire to feel, touch and maul her body, to hold his mom up like a baby and to cover her white skin with passionate, forbidden kisses.

Saturday and Sunday nights had been a kind of masturbation festival, for Scott; and the sight of mom's luscious body was at the top of his thoughts, when he multiple times ejaculated in his own hands, in the darkness of the room.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 05



When he came back home, Sunday night, the house was silent, all the doors were closed and he didn't see anybody around. He went to his bed and started ravishing again his organ with long, deep strokes, before sleeping.

Monday morning, around ten o'clock, he woke up at the sounds of some voices from downstairs. The guests left, he thought, when he heard the motor of a car running away. Time to meet mom, finally.

Carol was in the kitchen, her back to him, preparing some food. Immediately his gaze went to the garment she wore: a silky white halter top and a pair of g-string panties same color. The upper part of her lingerie was tied behind her neck by two straps; another pair of straps was tied around her smooth back. The lower edge of the sleeveless shirt was ending a couple of inches below the bottom curve of her jutting breasts, whose delicious sides were clearly visible. Her panties concealed nothing of the roundness of her tight, firm ass globes. By adding, to all this goodness, her well shaped, fleshy thighs and slender legs, whose feet were encased in a pair of open-toe sandals, it could be really said that she was a stunning sight.

"Morning, mommy!" Scott said, bending his lips to her neck and nuzzling into her natural scent. His hands went to her upper arms, wrapping his fingers around the soft, unblemished flesh.

"Mornig, honey!" Carol exclaimed. "You surprised me! I thought you were still sleeping."

"Mom, it's ten o'clock!"

"Yes, dear, but you came back very late, yesterday."

"How d'you know? I didn't see you!"

"But we. . . I heard you from my room." The woman had a little start and her son noticed it. He was wearing nothing else than a pair of short athletic shorts; under them she could feel the bulging head of his cock pressing onto her lower back.

"Were you alone, mommy?" he quizzed.

"Of course, honey! Why this question?" Another little start.

"May be Brad was with you!" He had increased the caresses on her naked arms. He was running his hands up and down, over her fleshy roundness.

"Brad? What are you saying, Scott?" Her voice was a little shaky, now.

"Brad was playing with you in the pool, Saturday. And you were topless!"

"Brad is a family friend!" She tried to appear as natural as she could, but her tone betrayed her nervousness. 

"And you show your tits to family friends and let them carry you topless in their arms?" The boy whispered these words in her ears, while his fingertips stroked in a slow motion her white skin: he was acting more as a lover than a son. And Carol became aware of that.

"Honey," she tried her most convincing voice "Brad is a doctor. I asked him to examine me. He was very professional and after the visit he told me there was nothing bad if I didn't wear a bra: after all, he had already seen me in the nude. Also Lynn was topless."

"But the way he picked you up. . ." Scott insisted.

"He helped me! Remember? I was in trouble with my ankle!"

"Yes, mom, and today you told him goodbye and hugged him nearly naked in this babydoll!" His palms squeezed playfully her arms.

"Son, you have a mom who loves to show off her body. I love to be admired by men and your father knows it very well! There is nothing bad about it!" Tightened in the firm grip of her boy, Carol felt his manhood growing against her back.

"Mom, you get me jealous!" He increased his embrace around her. 

"Ohhhhhh. . . hon, don't torment yourself! You'd know how much mom loves you!" And with that she turned her face up and got on her tiptoes, to reach his cheeks, but she was too short. So her son lowered his head and kissed her mouth.

"No, Scott, not like this. . . you can't. . ." She came off his lips and gazed up at him. She looked really confused, now.

"Yes, mom I can!" he mumbled. Her perfume was enticing, her bare upper arms so warm and attractive! He pressed again his mouth to her neck and sucked, before gently sinking his teeth in her softness.

This time the woman moaned and her lips searched his.

"Ooooohhhhh. . . son. . . please. . . we have to stop, please. . ." she whispered, pulling her face away, after a long and deep kiss. She was breathing heavily.

The ice had been broken: the boy took another step. He slipped one hand inside mom's halter top and went in contact with the side of her generous, left breast.

"What are you doing, hon?" she asked, feigning a tone of reprimand.

"Search for your flesh, mommy!" he told her, while his fingers enjoyed the resilience and warmth of her boob.

"You naughty boy! Touching mommy like this!" Her tone was falsely scolding; and she didn't struggle.

"What is here?" Scott exclaimed. He had found a little spot on the smooth surface of her skin and now the tip of his finger was checking it, with little caresses.

"It's a mole, a little mole; be careful, honey! Never seen it? And yet I hadn't bra, last day!" she asked maliciously.

"Mom, you were all wet! And Brad's hand covered your tit!" He was getting more and more aroused, as he started playing with her boob like it was a kind of toy.

"Don't touch me, please. . . ohhhhhh. . you cross the line. . . ohhh god. . .!" she panicked.

"Yes, mom, yes. . ." Now both his hands had cupped from behind the twin melons, rolling and fondling them in circles, tenderly caressing the elastic flesh, teasingly prodding the erected peaks.

"Wooww!! Two more moles!" he exclaimed, thumbing at her nubs.

"Silly!!" she said laughing. "These are nipples! Didn't you know?" and she put her little hands over his, through the thin fabric.

"Your tits are so good, mommy! I'd hold them all day long!"

"I'd have to slap you, Scott! Son shouldn't touch mom's bare breasts!" She pretended to be angry.

"You provoked me, last day, half naked at the pool! Now you pay!" His hands didn't stop kneading and rolling the swollen mounds, like they were bread dough.

Carol giggled and writhed in response, clearly enjoying the incestuous caresses.

"She's done," thought her son, taking a further step. Without moving his hands from her globes, he bent his face down to her neck and, with the help of his teeth, he pulled at the top straps of the halter, untying them. The upper part of the fabric fell down and remained folded around her waist; her huge boobs flopped freely on her chest, like two bowls full of jelly.

"Ohhhh. . . you have stripped me. . . my pervert son has stripped his mom!" she squealed in a delightfully fake protest.

He swung her around till she was facing him, her voluminous tits totally exposed to his eager gaze.

"D'you like what you see?" she asked, in a seductive voice.

"Oh yes!!" He smiled, bending his head and gluing his lips around one quivering nipple.

"Suck . . . ohhh. . . suck it. . " she was no more disguising her pleasure.

And her son complied.

He put one hand around her back and with the other he circled one tit, gobbling as much as he could of her beautiful flesh in his mouth. She smiled seductively, then moaned when his teeth and lips worked on her nipple, making it stick out like a pencil eraser. He licked the wrinkled areola with slow strokes, sending another groan out of her soft lips. 

The boy raised his head; Carol's boob was completely wet from his saliva. 

"Watch what you did, you sadistic son!" she exclaimed. "Make this to your mom!!"

And, with her finger and thumb, she pinched, as a joke, at his ear lobe.

"Mom, I didn't finish my work!" he laughed. "You've got two of them!"

And, without hesitation, he grabbed the second boob and took it into his mouth.

A few instants later the kitchen was filled with the slurping and squishing sounds of Scott's lips, tongue and fingers over the white skin of her bare breast. He licked and sucked the exposed titmeat, then he buried his head between the fleshy cushions, playing at open hands with the jiggling mounds: he scooped them in his palms, bounced them up and down like balloons, pinched the nipples and separated the two massive melons out to her sides, before returning them to their natural position. 

Mom's magnificent boobs were his toys and the horny mother responded to his devastating action with moanes and giggles, mixing her joyous shrieks to the erotic sounds from her manipulated flesh.

Scott was more aggressive, now. In a quick motion, he untied also the lower set of straps of the halter and pulled it completely off, throwing it to the floor. The woman stood up, naked in front of her son: only a small piece of cloth, a pair of skimpy panties, covered her crotch.

Then the boy wrapped his fingers around her hips and pushed her against the wall. "Up your arms, mom!" he ordered. She complied.

Again he put his palms over her breasts and rubbed them, feeling their fullness and sponginess, checking her nipples: hard and long, they looked like two bullets, ready to explode streams of lovely juices out of their wrinkled skin.

She closed her eyes and groaned loudly, as her son kept caressing her exposed torso, from shoulders to navel, his lips nibbling in her neck, before running over the delight of her hairless armpits and tender underarms, over the comfortable cleavage between her sumptuous tits, over the gentle curve of the bottom sides of her breasts, over her flat, smooth belly.

"Stop, honey. . . stop, please. . ." Carol spoke in a soft tone. "Let me breath!"

She was still pressed against the wall, her hands on his shoulders, while his palms still clutched her voluminous boobs.

"Mom, I love all of you!" Scott exclaimed, as his fingers abandoned one tit, which popped out on display, to explore the insides of her panties. His palm rested on her crotch.

"Mom," he said in excitement "you are bald like a child. . . your pussy. . . your armpits. . . no hairs on them!" His hand was gently caressing her sex area, the folds of her outer lips, the delicate skin of her inner thighs and finally the hidden warmth of her cleft.

"Stop, son!" Carol's voice had assumed a serious tone, now. "No more! Draw your hand away!" The boy obeyed, both his hands now hanging submissively at his sides.

"Why, mom?" he said interrogatively. "I thought that you. . ." 

"Mister, your morning breakfast is over! Don't ask for more! Okay?" She was determined.

"Yes, mom!" he whispered submissively.

"Now, baby, regain your composure! No school, today?"

"No, mom, we've a day's break, after the trip."

"Fine! So, let mom get ready for the gym! And don't wait for me at lunch! I'll be back around five o'clock. We can have a couple of hours at the pool, late in the afternoon. For your pleasure!" She ended her words with a captivating wink. Then she left the kitchen.

Half an hour later, Scott was chatting on the internet, in his room, when Carol entered. She was wearing a yellow tube top, shoulderless and sleeveless, tightly wrapped around her supple breasts. Under her fully exposed belly button, she had a pair of white shorts, which covered only the upper quarter of her thighs. Tennis shoes and ankle socks completed her clothes.

"Bye, honey, don't get bored. Mom loves you, don't forget it!" And she bent to let a kiss on his cheek. She acted as nothing had happened between them.

"Mom, this stuff will make men horny!" He placed a hand on her top, over her right breast. "Be careful!"

"Men horny? Better if they are young. 'Cause this is just what I want, when I'm choosing my clothes!" And with that she left.

"Young men horny?" Scott repeated in his mind. "Let me check something for you, which will make me horny, this evening! A nice surprise, for my beautiful mommy!"

Scott knew very well what to do. He had already seen that thing in a sex shop and he had already fantasized many times about watching it being worn by a luscious female. And now, finally, he had found the female: his own mom, the big titted Carol, who loved to tease the young men.

When the small garment was in his hands, the boy came back home and put it in the cabin near the pool, over a small cupboard.

Then, he started masturbating at the thought of what was to come.

Around five o'clock, Scott was sitting on a couch at the poolside, dressed in his swimsuit; a glass was in his hands.

"Hi, hon!" It was mom's familiar voice. "How's doing my handsome boy?" Carol stood in front of him for few seconds, then she bent over and kissed him lightly on his lips. Before he could grasp her into his arms, she quickly made two steps back. 

"Fine, mommy! Waiting for you!" Scott answered, with a large smile.

"What is this?" she asked, indicating the glass.

"Scotch, mommy! D'you want it?" And with no hesitation, he poured her a drink.

"D'you want me getting drunk?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, mom!" He gnashed his teeth. "To devour you better!" Then, pretending to play Dracula's role, he jumped off the couch and seized her by the shoulders, giving a vicious bite onto the white flesh of her naked upper arm.

"Oh, my god!" she screamed. "If I knew to meet a brute attacker, I'd have asked to my cavalier to escort me!"

"What cavalier, lady Blum?"

"My cavalier, naughty boy, is a very nice guy from the gym!"

"Who's he? Who dared to bother my little doll?"

"Doll, you say? He, too, called me doll, today!" And we had a lot of fun, for your information!" 

"Tell me all about it, mom! And tell me who's he!" Now Scott was really concerned.

"Okay, honey, I'll tell you. But don't be so angry, please! He's Matt! Matt Rayne, the older brother of your classmate Jenny."

"Matt?" Scott was really surprised. "He's no more than twenty years old! And what did he do!"

"Oh, Scott, he caught me by surprise. I was still in the changing room and the door was not locked. I was wearing only my sport shorts and nothing more, when he entered and told me that he had decided that my less than ninety-five pounds would be perfect for curls and bench pressing. He didn't give me time to react, when he lifted me like a feather and carried me in the main room, starting his exercises in front of everybody. And today I was the only woman in the group!"

"And you accepted it, mom? You accepted to stay topless and handled in his arms in front of all the men?" her son asked with anger in his voice.

"Honey, what could I do? I screamed, of course, but he's so strong! He used me as though I was his barbell, for about twenty minutes. And when he was finished and we got a long applause from the crowd, he showed me off to the other guys, proudly saying that he was cradling in his arms, like a baby, the beautiful mother of his sister's classmate. Then he kissed my exposed nipples, whispering in my ears that I've got the most gorgeous boobs he had ever seen, before carrying me back to the dressing room, where he gently deposited me down. Thank you, doll, he said, and again he kissed my naked boobs."

"Mom, I see that you didn't complain!" Scott looked unhappy.

"Why complain, hon? After all, he didn't hurt me!" As Carol said that, she approached her son and sat on his lap, curling her sensuous lips in a captivating, irresistible smile. "And when we left the gym, he invited me to be his guest for lunch."

"Did you accept?"

"Yes! Why not? He was so kind to me! He told me that I'm a very sexy woman, that

he couldn't believe my age and two grown up kids, because I look at least twenty years younger." 

"You love being complimented, don't you, mom?" Scott asked, caressing her shoulders and neck.

"Of course! What woman wouldn't love compliments, especially from a young stud, on her big firm tits and round buns?" she said seductively.

"Did he say that? Big firm tits and round buns?"

"Yes, honey! He told me that he had checked them during the gym work-out: my boobs and buns would be envied by any teenage girl."

"Did he want to have sex with you?"

"I think so, because many times he proposed a swim here, with me. But when I told him that my son was waiting for me at home, he stopped insisting."

"Nice guy!" Scott said with irony in his voice.

"Yes! And d'you know what he added?"

"No, mom, how could I know?"

"He said: lucky son, who has a mom like you!" 

"Yes, mom, I'm lucky!" At the same time, he slid two fingers inside her left armpit, to feel her hot flesh. 

"You little devil, what d'you want from mommy?" But, in spite of her tone, she let him continue the exploration of her white under arm.

"Feast on your body, mom! Your skin makes me crazy!" He grabbed both her wrists with one hand and lifted her arms above her head; then he slobbered his tongue over her revealed smoothness, inhaling the motherly flesh into his famished mouth.

"God, mom, how good you taste!" he murmured, in between his lickings and suckings. "It's like to eat from a plate of strawberries and cream!"

Carol laughed, in evident appreciation of these words.

When he raised his head from her body, her armpits were all wet with his saliva.

"Are you happy, now? Have you had enough fun for today?" she asked, in a charming tone.

"Never enough of you. . . never!" he answered, grabbing the top edge of her halter with the free hand and pulling it out.

He eyed at the generous swells of her breasts, as the woman squealed like a little girl.

"Go to the cabin, mom, take off this stuff and put on what you'll find there!" he exclaimed, an ordering tone in his voice. At the same time he disengaged her wrists from his grip.

"Okay, sir!" Carol said obediently. She ran quickly to the cabin.

"Ohhhhhhh. . . myyyyyyy. . . " her voice came from the little stall. "What a perv! I've never worn something like this!"

When she got out and walked over in front of the lawn chair, where Scott was sitting, he felt like his insides were going to explode: all his dreams were coming true.

The black micro thong's front patch barely covered her pussy lips; the single rear strap running between her ass cheeks almost disappeared in the butt's deep valley: it was so tight to give more evidence to the delicious roundness of her soft silky buns; her upper orbs, without holders, were bouncing erotically on her chest.

"Are you happy, now?" she asked. And in a teasing way she cupped her heavy, lightly sagging tits and lifted them up. She was offering them as though they were two ripe, juicy melons, ready to be eaten.

"D'you like mom's body?" she asked.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . it's amazing!" He didn't believe his eyes; mom was posing in front of him totally naked: the only little piece of black fabric around her hips increased the sensuality of her white opulent curves.

"D'you like my natural fruits?" She approached the boy and moved her maternal globes with her hands. Her small palms couldn't contain the super sized tits, whose flesh was spilling abundantly through her grip.

"I love them, mom, they're succulent! Let see!" He grabbed her wrists and pulled them aside. 

Her mammaries were now fully exposed to the ravenous gaze of her son: no more than four or five inches from his face. The large rosy areolae and the always hard nipples were an enticing sight. 

"These puppies are adorable, mommy; they make my mouth water!" 

"Naughty son! Talking like that to mom! Shame on you!" But she wasn't really irritated and she didn't move away, when his lips gently flicked the engorged peak of her left breast. She was on her feet, while Scott was seated in front of her; due to their difference in height, her chest was at same level as his mouth.

"How big these bazooms?" he said, stopping his licking. He kissed her mouth.

"Dirty boy. . . dirty. . . dirty boy. . . " Carol was still pretending to be offended.

"How big, mom?" he insisted, shifting his mouth again to her breasts and giving a soft bite on one nipple.

"Ohhhhh. . . you sadist. . . double D. . . you're biting mom's double D, Scott! Are you satisfied, now? Your mom's got the larger size! All natural! You want to check them, don't you?"




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 05



The boy didn't need encouragement. "Sure I do, mommy!" He abandoned her wrists and took both her boobs in his palms, fondling them like she was his girlfriend.

"Mom, these babies are so large! I can't cover the whole tit with my hand!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Honey, all the men I met told me the same."

"And did you let many men play with your boobs?" Scott inquired.

"Sometimes they did. And don't ask more! Your father, my husband, never had problems with it." 

Scott didn't reply, because now his attention was only fixed to the games he could play, finally, with mom's gorgeous body. 

Especially the contrast of the black tiniest straps with her pale, unblemished skin enticed him, together with her small frame so easy to carry, like she was a little girl.

The wrinkled, softly colored skin of her nipples and areolae over the smooth roundness of the tits fascinated him. He drove his hand and mouth to one breast, the left one, and manipulated it as though it was a plaything, darting his tongue over the elastic flesh and toying with the nipple, until it felt like it was ready to explode. 

When his thumb hit the little protuberance of her mole, on the outer curve of her tit, he couldn't help to flick and kiss it with the gentle touch of his tongue.

Carol let soft moans escape from her throat.

"Mmmmmmm. . . mom. . . you like when I touch this little thing!"

"Yes, honey," she whispered. 

"This mole makes your tit sexier, d'you know? It's so nice!" he said, licking loudly on the small mark.

"Thank you, honey!" She laughed, caressing his hair. "My friends also told me so."

"Your friends love it, don't they?" He enjoyed the feeling of her tit he was covering with his saliva.

"Yes, but only few of them made me what you're doing now."

"And what I'm doing to you, just now?" Scott took the boob into his mouth and sucked hungrily. Carol released a shrill moan.

"Oooohhhhh. . . you little devil. . . eating my tits. . . eating mom's tits!" She continued to giggle, as her son shifted from one breast and nipple to the other ones, caressing her skin, nibbling on her flesh, licking again her mole, completely plunged in the pillowy cushions of her magnificent mounds.

"Mommy, you are the sexiest woman I know!" he said, finally raising his head from her ravished chest. 

Her nipples were fully erect, incredibly long and hard: two baby cocks, proudly and invitingly pointing at his face. His engorged dick pressed violently against the cloth of his swimsuit.

"Are you satisfied, now? You devoured me! I didn't know I had a cannibal in my house!" She gave him a light slap, just a little harder than a caress, on his cheek.

"But you've got other treasures, mom!" he exclaimed, putting one hand over her smooth tummy and the other over one of her round buns: two firm spheres of white flesh divided by a deep crack.

Scott caressed, then squeezed lustfully the inviting globe, before hitting the ass cheek with a series of light slaps.

"Don't play like that, please, I'm not a whore," she whispered. "I'm your mother, I'm married!" But these words couldn't hide her excitement. The air was erotically filled with the flesh-to-flesh sounds.

"Your skin is so soft, mom! It's a joy for my hands!" At the same time his fingers on her tummy traced the contours of her belly button, before planting an ardent kiss on the oval shaped umbilicus.

"Oooooohhhhh. . . you tickle me!" she giggled, thrusting forward and letting her tits dance over the top of his bent head.

Now Scott's hand on her rear was moving back and forth the thong strap along her ass channel. He loved to tease mom with his little games.

"You rascal, what d'you want from your mom?" she asked, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"I want feel the smooth and warm skin of my mom's naked body! It feels so good!"

Now Scott, still bathing her belly with his wet tongue, had grabbed both her buns with his hands and had started to spread and compress them, alternately.

"Oh, my god, what are you doing to me? I can't let you do it! It's a sin!" she gasped.

"Mom, it's so fun! For me and for you, too!" The air was full of the squishing sounds from her kneaded buttocks. Scott was at the seventh heaven.

"You're having a good time, honey! Don't you?" Carol seemed to enjoy, now, the treatment she was receiving from her turned-on son. 

"Yeah, mommy!" he exclaimed lewdly. "And you?" he continued. "Don't you like my rough hands on your soft white butt?"

Carol didn't reply. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and ran to the edge of the pool, her naked boobs flopping up and down; then she made a perfect jump and dove into the water. 

Practically naked, except for that microscopic piece of cloth, she swam around, from side to side. Her son watched her, from the backyard, really getting a good view: the small size of her body made her look like a child, if not for those twin big melons on her chest and those jutting buns on her ass.

She floated back down, letting her boobs emerge from the water: a pair of buoyant, protruding half spheres, capped by those inviting, kissable, suckable nubs.

He didn't waste more time and, without hesitation, he joined her in the pool. The two of them were soon splashing, laughing and playing like kids. 

When they were in the shallow end, Scott approached Carol and, grabbing her around the waist, french kissed her passionately, rubbing his covered dick against her lower body.

"Myyyyyy. . . honey, you've got a steel rod, down there!" she squealed, when his lips left hers.

"You made me hot, mom!" Scott hugged her again, but this time he put his hands under her butt, lifting her till her healthy globes were at level with his face: creamy, soft and inviting. 

Her hands were wrapped around his neck, while his mouth traced the skin of her large areolae, before swallowing hungrily each of her long stone-like nipples.

"Do you like my boobs, don't you? See how hard you made my nubs!" She pushed forward and the tip of her breast hit and tickled the back of his mouth.

The couple remained in that position for at least five minutes, then the boy scooped his mom up and carried her to the pool's shallow area for kids, where he deposited the woman, her feet resting on the floor. Her hips, wrapped in the mini-micro thong, were clearly visible over the water level.

"If someone sees us, he would think that I'm having fun with my kid!" he said.

Carol laughed.

"Am I too short for you?"

"Never too short, mom! You've got the right height to be easily carried, like a little baby, by a tall, strong guy! I'm sure many men told you it!"

"Of course, honey, many of them!" The woman really seemed to appreciate his words. "And you love to carry around your little mom, like a kid, don't you?"

"Little, you say? But these bouncing bazoombas aren't little! They could be the king size boobs of a girl's body twice yours!"

And with that Scott placed a devouring kiss on each tit. Then his hand slid under the small patch which "protected" her crotch and gently caressed her outer lips.

"Ohhhhhh. . . what are you doing. . . nasty boy. . . don't make me. . please. ."

She moaned softly. 

But her son didn't stop.

"Be the good girl. . ." he whispered, as his fingers were delighted with the softness and smoothness of her intimate flesh.

"Please. . . Scott. . . please. .." her voice insisted, but the pleasure of his touch over her vagina was getting the upper hand.

And when his thumb opened her slit and her clit stood up from its hood, like a mini cock, her moans increased.

The boy well knew what to do. He pinched the stiff little nub between the tips of his fingers and pulled it. Now the small patch of her thong had been moved away and her pussy was totally exposed.

"Ohhhhhhhh. . . noooooo. . . " she yelled, when her son lifted her again into his arms and carried her to the wall, sitting her on the edge of the pool.

With her legs spread wide open, he dropped his head to his mom's cunt and started to lick her slit, from clit to anus. He had her in his power, now. His tongue flicked the little bud, making it sway back and forth, under his unmerciful hits.

"Ohhhhhh. . . so good, baby!" She mewed and started to rock her hips and wave her thighs in time with his action.

He was ravaging her, fascinated by her shaved, totally bald pussy, who was as smooth as that of a child. With one hand he continued to play with her clitoris, as he inserted two fingers of the other one inside her warm, wet channel. When he rubbed her G spot, her toes curled up and the woman exploded in a powerful orgasm. A high stream of juice squirted from her insides into his mouth and she screamed with pleasure.

"You cum, mommy. . . I made you. . . and you're so sweet!" Scott said, licking his lips: he had swallowed all of her honey.

"Yes, baby, you made mom cum. . . mom cum for you. . . but now stop, please. . . I don't want to go too far!" Carol pulled back her legs, rotated her hips and walked, a little bit unsteady on her feet, to one chaise longue.

Scott, too, got out of the pool and went to his mom. He had removed his swimsuit, letting his free dick sway with each step towards her.

"My god," Carol exclaimed "you grew up, I see." She stared at his erection with hungry eyes, as her son approached her and rubbed the head of his shaft over her fleshy upper arm.

"Yes, mom, you made me hard! Much more than any other girl I dated!" Now he had added his hand, and the double caresses on her soft skin were driving him crazy. He felt his cock filling, ready to burst. He raised her arm over her head and exposed her exquisite armpit; then placed his dick on the white concavity and brought her arm down again, trapping his cock there.

"Oh my god, Scott, you want it?" Carol felt herself helpless: her son was taking control, he was starting to abuse her.

Her totally hairless, soft, smooth, perfect armpits fascinated him. The head of his cock caressed the bare skin, whilst his hands rubbed up and down her white arms, fondling her flesh with passion. Till a loud groan escaped from his lips and a thick spurt of come flooded her hollow. When he removed his shaft from her tender cavity, a white coat of sperm slid down her underarm and covered a large portion of her left tit.

The small piece of Carol's thong slowly floated in the calm water of the pool. 

It had been only a partial step, but the incest barrier had been crossed.

Mother and son, both totally naked, lounged in the last sun of the afternoon, without speaking, for a long time.

Then the woman stood up first and said, in a commanding tone: "Go to shower yourself in the cabin, here! I'll go to the bathroom. And collect all the clothes, before leaving!"

Half an hour later, the woman and her boy were sitting in the large couch of the living room. After the shower, Carol had worn a green cotton bathrobe, closed with a belt, and a pair of white panties. She had avoided any sexy attire.

"Scott," she said "we have to reflect seriously about what happened today between us. You know, I'm a woman and I love men's attention, especially when they are young, handsome and well. . . endowed. Like you. But, first at all I'm your mother and I can't ruin your life . . . and mine!"

"But I love you, mom!" Scott exclaimed, with passion. "You are the only woman I want!"

"Don't talk like that, honey! You have to date girls your age!"

"Mom. . . please. . . you're so beautiful, so cute, so . . . sexy. You can't take me far from your body. . . please!" His eyes were watering, now.

"I don't say that, son! You had already seen me naked, you had touched my body, you had kissed me: we can't pretend it didn't happen. And I loved it, like you." Carol opened her lips in an inviting smile, then she continued: "I don't say that we can't go again with it: but we have to follow the right terms."

"What d'you mean, mom?" Scott asked, in an anxious tone.

"I mean that, since you love me so much and I enjoy your hands and lips on my body, you can caress me anyway and anytime you like."

"Really, mom?" The boy couldn't believe his ears. "Aren't you kidding?"

"It's the truth, honey! Of course, when your father and nobody else can see us. I'll let you see and play with my tits, which make you so horny. I'll let you kiss and hold me in your arms. But no fucking, son! And no total nudity!" She had an authoritarian tone in her voice. 

"No total nudity? I don't understand!" Her words took him by surprise.

"Yes, son!" Her tone didn't admit reply. "Your dick and my pussy must be out of our games. Our intercourse must be a kind of anticonformist enjoyment: although not completely innocent, it has not to compromise our normal life and relationship. And it will remain a secret between us. Okay?"

"Okay, mom! I'll do what you want!"

"Promise me that, Scott!" Carol insisted.

"Yes, mom, I promise you!"

"Good boy, honey! Give me a kiss, now!"

And the couple, on the couch, exchanged a long passionate kiss.

During the following days, the things between Carol and her son continued in accordance with their mutual agreement.

Scott didn't miss any occasion to grab his mother, when they were alone. In the living room, when they watched television; in the backyard, when they sun tanned; in the pool, where she definitely accepted to wear, only for him, the micro thong he had bought for that erotic afternoon. Their sessions normally ended with the woman's big tits totally exposed and swaying in the air, to the amusement of her son, who was never tired to fill his hands with and to glue his lips to the creamy swells of her delicious breasts. Another favorite, for him, was to lift Carol into his arms and carry her along, especially when she was claded only in that skimpy bikini bottom. She was not heavy at all and he could easily hold her, bouncing and rocking her soft body like she was his baby girl.

She didn't consider too much indecent to let her son denude her breasts and show him off her beautiful boobs; sometimes she feigned a weak resistance, as though he was trying to rape her, against her will; sometimes she encouraged him to play with her tits and nipples, but never she accepted, despite his repeated requests, to be in bed with him. Many times, when he was alone in his room, he couldn't resist himself: he took his cock in his hand and began rubbing and stroking it, thinking to mom's lovely body, till he ejaculated all over himself.

The most frequent "boobs session" was in the kitchen, in the morning, before shool, when dad was not at home (it happened very often) and mom was preparing breakfast. She well knew how Scott acted: so, when she heard his footsteps down the stairs, she went up to the sink, her back to the door. She was always wearing one of her sexy babydolls: a short, thin, sleeveless, low cut negligee, matching with a pair of g-string panties. She waited for his hands; and his hands regularly landed, sliding inside the loose fitting edge of her garment, on her soft, perfumed skin, cupping in his palms, from behind, the heavy roundness of her luscious, jutting tits. Few minutes more, and the flimsy nightgown flew off her body, leaving Carol totally nude but for a small piece of cloth around her hips, to the gaze, hands and mouth of her ravenous son.

"Good morning, gorgeous!" Scott said. That day he didn't wait: he approached mom and his fingers immediately grasped the spaghetti straps, pulling down the garment and denuding her chest. Delighted by her girlish squeal of surprise, he planted a wet kiss on her neck.

"Mmmmmmm. . . mommy, what beautiful boobs you've got! Amazing!" he whispered in her ear, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples and the little mole on her left tit.

"Thanks, honey," she replied "but don't squeeze too much, today! My tits are sore, from the treatment your father gave them all night!"

"What did he do?" He had an unhappy expression on his face.

"Ohhhhh, he was insatiable! He massaged and kissed, then he licked and sucked as though he was trying to get milk out of them!"

"Me too!" he said, and with that he sat at the table, dragging his mom with him and placing her on his lap, back to him; then he took one cup and put it under her right nipple. 

"Spray your milk in my coffee, mom! Give me a tasty breakfast!" he exclaimed, as his fingers pulled at her bud.

"Silly boy!" Carol laughed. "Still famished, same as when you were a little kid."

"D'you mean that I loved your milk?" he asked; he continued to maul her flesh. 

"Loved, you say?" She pulled his hand off her breast. "It was hard, for me, to take your little mouth off my puppies! You wanted them all the time!"

"Mom, they're so healthy, so round, so smooth!" He had cupped again the two meaty melons and he was fondling them for all he was worth.

"Time for you to leave!" Carol said, extricating herself from her son's embrace and getting out of the room. "See you in the afternoon!"

When Scott came back, in the afternoon, Carol welcomed him with a dazzling smile. A yellow silky blouse was knotted around her waist, coupled with a mini skirt: her delicious belly button and her fleshy thighs were in full view.

"How's doing my handsome boy?" she asked playfully. And, without waiting for his reply, she added: "Today no gym for mom! And my husband called, to say he's not expecting to return home till tomorrow. So, we'll have a dinner only you and me. Are you happy?"

"Wow, wow, and wow! My dinner has already started! Just now!" Scott exclaimed. He approached his mom and slid a hand under the shirt, over her shoulder: no trace of strap.

"No bra, I see!" His voice exploded out, with exuberance.

"No bra! Does it disturb you?" she said provocatively.

He didn't reply, because his fingers had already unhooked the knot on her blouse and now they were fumbling with a couple of buttons. 

"What are you doing, you pervert son?" She feigned surprise. "You are denuding my breasts!" 

He had torn off her shirt and had let it flow to the floor; then he pulled down the zipper, lifted her feet, picked up the skirt and threw it onto a chair.

"Ohhhhhh. . . my god. . . you made me naked. . . mmmmmmmm. . . " She moaned, now, with his fingers firmly clutched into a creamy tit and a round ass cheek.

It was an afternoon of eroticism, for both of them. Carol stayed topless all the time, letting him feast in any way on her boobs. He caressed, licked and sucked any available square inch of her delicious body. And she giggled and squealed like a schoolgirl, at his devouring kisses: on her belly, thighs, buns, arms and armpits.

It was difficult, for the woman, to take her son's hands off her sex, because sometimes his fingers slid inside her mini-panties, trying to tear them off.

"Stop with that, Scott, or I wont let you touch me anymore!" she threatened him. 

She whined joyously when her towering son scooped her up and carried her outside, to the pool, her bared tits wobbling deliciously in the air: a pair of huge, ripe suckable melons.

He was walking along the poolside, holding up in arms his practically naked mom, like it was the most natural thing.

"Imagine what would think anyone who would see us, now! Nobody would say we are mom and son!" Carol chirped cutely.

"My buddies would be envious,I'm sure!" he said.

As the sun set, they came back inside the house. When they were in front of her bedroom, Scott, who was still cradling Carol, asked her: "Mom, please, let me fuck you!"

"Son, listen to me!" Carol told him firmly. "In the next four or five months, you will go to college, to stay out of home for a long period. I promise you, believe me, that before your departure, I'll give you the gift of a night of passion. Okay?"

"Okay, mom!" Scott exclaimed with enthusiasm. "But why not before?"

"Honey, if we're making out now, I'm sure it will become a habit. I don't want it, 'cause I hope that at college, far from me, you will be much more interested, definitely, in the young girls, instead of an old married mother, like me." 




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 06



Author's Note:

I was uncertain about the "label" of this Chapter.

"Incest/Taboo" (which hovers on all the Stories), "Group Sex" or "Mature"?

I choosed the latter one, because is prevailing, in my opinion.

Enjoy and, please, let me know your comments! I'm anxious to reed them. Thanks.




For some minutes John cradled the helpless Carol like a baby, enjoying the roundness and smoothness of her small body, scooped up in his large arms.

The mature housewife had been fully tamed: now she was nothing else than a sex slave he could use and abuse any time and any way; she was totally submitted to his desires. Strong as a bull, he liked to handle the diminutive woman and show her off to her turned-on son: she was his little toy. 

"You need some fun, don't you?" he told Carol, squeezing one thick nipple with his rough fingers, through the transparent camisole, till she let out a soft moan and a shiver ran along her body. 

"Scott!!" he asked the astonished boy "D'you want to watch my exercises with this pixie?"

Scott nodded. He was, now, totally involved in the hot performances between mom and the voracious stud. 

"Mmmmmmmm. . . lil one . . . you're so sweet!!" John raised Carol's body up in the air, to his head's level, nuzzling in her navel. 

"Ohhhhhh. . . ahhhhhhh. . . " she uttered, while her legs started flailing around and her tiny hands clutched his massive biceps.

"Yes. . . yes. . . little chick. . . you love it. . . you little thing!!" he said, as though he was talking to a child. 

Still working his mouth and tongue over the round, white flesh of her belly, John began walking across the room, holding the small woman up in his arms, like a weightless package.

When the young goliath was in front of the mirror he stopped, looking with satisfaction at the helpless, middle age wife, he was handling and manipulating in her own house. 

"Watch, boy, watch your Lilliputian mommy! She's my plaything!" The big stud planted a brushing, loud kiss on Carol's fleshy thigh; then, in excitement, he threw the fifty-two years old up in the air, before caughting her again in his strong arms.

She was his prey, his toy: he wanted make her feel herself like an obedient schoolgirl, a submitted slave. Uncaring of her shrieks of protest, he repeated this action four, five, six times. When he stopped, he gave a look to her son.

The powerful eroticism emanating from the sight of a small woman, his own mom, that a dominant, huge, strong male, much much younger than her, was easily manhandling, as though she was a rag doll, was driving Scott to madness. He had freed himself from the shorts he wore and now he was openly stroking his thick cock.

"You love my games with mom, don't you?" John gently rocked the woman in his huge arms like an infant. "I'm her big daddy and she's my little child!" His tongue flicked her navel, making her loudly squeal.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . ." Scott gasped, as his hand jerked spasmodically his shaft.

"I've never had in my arms a yummy mommy so easy to lift and so sweet to eat as this little thing!" John's words were followed by some soft kisses on her neck and lips, then he continued: "Boy, your mommy is a doll! I can carry her like that all night long! A fucking hot-titted doll!" 

He was driving Scott to madness. 

"Watch your boy, lil one!" John turned the woman around and made her to face her masturbating son. "He enjoys seeing his mini mommy in the arms of a young maxi stallion. Watch how much he enjoys!"

"Ohhhhhh. . . soooo bad. . ." she yelled. And, in response, again the tall stud tossed her upward a couple of times. He felt his immense cock hardening from the sense of power over the small Carol, a much older female he could handle in his arms so easily as though she was a plaything. 

When, twenty-four hours ago, he entered, with his companions, the rich Blum's property, surely he didn't imagine to find, inside the house, this sexy lady with such a delicious body. A little hot number he had been able to demolish, in few time, in front of her family, transforming her in a fully dominated fuck-toy to share with his buddies. And, moreover, her son had been compelled to witness their sadistic games with the captive mommy.

A hot stream of sperm shot out of Scott's dick: the manipulation of his small mother by the white giant, whose hands freely roamed over her fully available body had been a devastating sight, which had made him erupt like a volcano.

"My god. . . ohhhhh. . . my god!" Carol exclaimed, looking at the pool of her son's jizz on the floor.    

"You watched enough, boy!" John's voice echoed in the room. "Go to the kitchen, now, and help my friends to prepare something to eat, for our starving stomachs. And don't worry about the bimbo! She's in good hands!"

And because Scott was still hesitant, "Hurry up, dude!" he solicited him. "I know that you love staring at your little mommy, when she's played like a child! But now it's dinner time!" 

With that, John walked to the kitchen, immediately followed by the boy, who didn't turn his eyes from his loving mother; she giggled and squealed like a young girl, as the big stud carried her in his arms, without stopping to nibble and lick her smooth skin.  



In the kitchen, Tom and Nick welcomed the trio with some sarcastic comments.

"Look, pal!!" Nick exclaimed. "The little thing and her daddy!!"

"Hey, boy!" someone told Scott. "Did you taste a piece of mom's ass?" 

"Or were you only watching and jerking your dickie?" the other one insisted.

"Give me the old chick, John!" Tom asked, approachig his friend. "I missed these white melons. Let me have a quick snack on them!!"

"Nope! You already had your own!" John's tone of voice didn't admit objection. "Now the girl is all mine!!" And, to reinforce these words, he bent his head down and mouthed voraciously one of Carol's delicious bare arms. 

Her firm flesh filled his mouth, while her body struggled in his tight embrace. "You, guys!!" John ordered. "Get the dinner ready! I'll wait, with my child, in the dining room! Okay, little pussy? Let me fondle you a little, while the boys, here, are cooking." And his vicious teeth bit again her upper arm and shoulder.

"Ohhhhhhh. . .!!" she moaned helplessly, letting him carry her, like a doll, to the adjacent room, where he entered, without closing the door.

A large chair was in a corner; John took place there and sat the woman, facing him, on his lap; her legs were wide spread on either side of him.

For some instants the young stud gave a look of admiration to his precious prey.

Indeed Carol, despite her no more green age, was a petite bombshell; barely four feet and ten inches in height, her ninety pounds were an adorable mass of white flesh, covered by a pale light and unblemished skin, tender and resilient to the touch. A sexy brunette, with an angelic face, a little nose and two brown eyes over a perfectly formed body; two large double D boobs that looked huge on her tiny frame; a narrow waist ending in a tight, upturned butt and a pair of fleshy thighs and slender legs.

"A true pocket-beauty!" John thought, caressing with his meaty fingers, up and down, the white skin of her upper arms and neck.

"You are luscious, Carol!" he told her.

"Thank you!" she said.   

"How can you keep in shape this small body of yours, baby?" he asked.

was in the gymnastic team, at school. After that, I always had my personal trainer and my masseur." 

"A gymnastic, you said? So you made all those splits and exercises?"

"Yes, John; and yet now I'm very flexible and keep my legs toned. I can prove it to you, if you wish!" Carol provocatively winked at him.

"Oh shit. . . you fucking little tease!!" the guy exclaimed, with surprise, joyously squeezing her fleshy arm. "You can bet that all of us we want to gaze at your splits!! Tomorrow, baby! Tomorrow at the pool!! You are going to be our little bimbo. And that motherfucker of your son will join us!! Understand, lil one?" 

Now the young stud had inserted one hand under the thin fabric of her skirt; he was caressing her slight tummy and teasing the nice hole of her navel. The other hand was playing with the spaghetti straps of her top.

"Ohhhhh. . . please, don't tickle me!" She squealed, uncontrollably arching and thrusting forward her hips. "Stop, please! I can't bear it!"

"Okay, little child! As you want!" 

And John stopped, but at the same time he pulled one strap off her left shoulder: one round, soft, milky white tit popped out; the pink nipple was proudly erect, surrounded by a large rosy areola. All natural, all deliciously eatable.

"Ohhhhh. . . you brute!" she yelled.

"Wooowww. . . my child is a prude! But I'm your daddy, little baby! Don't you remember?" he mocked her. 

With ease John lifted the woman by her waist, till her nude breast was at his mouth's level. Due to their height's difference, she was practically standing up, with her bare feet planted on the cushion. 

John engulfed nipple and areola, caressing them with his tongue: her flesh was succulent.

"Probably" he thought "the boy used some kind of fruit shampoo or body cream, when he showered his mommy; this milker tastes like peach." 

Again Carol was sqealing, but now her reaction was different. She enjoyed the gentle treatment the young stud was giving her and the little kisses all over the smooth surface of her boob.

She pretended to scold him for exposing her and playing with her tit: "You nasty boy! How do you dare making that to a lady who could be your mother?"

"This is only the beginning, lil one!" And a sharp bite on her well shaped shoulder confirmed it.

Then he landed his hand over the large, naked breast and made it erotically ripple on her chest, with some slight slaps.  

"You are not respecting a mommy!!" she blushed. "I'm a mommy! Don't. . ."

"Yes, child, you are a mommy!" Again he was mocking her. "And mommies deserve this treatment, didn't you know it? When the udders are giving no more milk, they become toys for adults. If your son wasn't so silly, he would carry you to bed every day, to play with these melons and ass and cunt and fuck the brain out of you! And he would share his beautiful mom with his horny buddies. The right place, for a hot petite milf like you, lil one, is a bed full of big, young cocks, ready to drill all your fucking holes!" 

And his lips came again to her boob, sucking, licking and mouthing it, like it was an ice cream.

Carol looked at her tit, all engulfed in his mouth, and let out high pitched giggles. Her breasts had become the tasty food of her "daddy" and she was proud of it. She was a mature woman and, in the last two days, a much younger stud had played with her gorgeous bosoms like nobody, before him. Never, in her previous love affair, she had been rewarded in such a lustful way. 

When, finally, her boob left his lips, it made a popping erotic sound.

She laughed pleasurably. "Did my daddy find a satisfactory toy?" she said.

"You little child! You little tease! Yes, baby. . . your daddy has found his toy. Watch, now!" And John firmly wrapped his huge hands around her waist; then, in a quick motion, he lifted her up in the air, making the woman dance like a puppet, back and forth, in front of him.

"Ohhhhhh. . . daddy. . . my strong daddy. . ohhhhh. .!!!" She squealed with delight.

Her lace g-string peaked out from under the hem of her baby doll.

"Your twat doesn't need this stuff. It needs just hands and cocks!" he said.

"Oh, please, don't. ." she begged. In vain, because John had already lowered her and, with one hand around her hips, he had grasped, with the other hand, the edge of her thong and pulled it down. The sexy mini garment slid out of her feet and was made into a ball, inside his large palm, before being thrown away, through the open door.  

"Naked, baby. . . I want you naked. . . my naked little bimbo!" he exclaimed, planting again a vicious kiss over her displayed boob.

The woman moaned playfully.

Moans and sucking sounds were coming from the dining room. 

"Mom is again in John's huge hands," Scott thought. 

He had to hear also the salacious comments and hearty laughs from the two blacks, Tom and Nick.

"Listen mom's squeaks, kid!! John is in charge!" Tom said. "Hope he will keep a piece of that tender pussy for you, after eating her!"

"And for us, too! I want to bite and suck again all over that sweet, white flesh!!" Nick added.

A small pile of material flew through the door, landing in the middle of the kitchen.

When Scott bent down, to collect it from the floor, he had a start. Mom's thong! Again John was denuding her; again he was preparing her for another long night of sex!

Quite automatically, the boy walked to the dining room. When he was on the doorstep, he stopped, ogling at the sight of the two lovers. 

John had positioned the woman sideways; her ass was sitting on one armchair and her legs were laying on his thighs. Carol's back was naked: the stud had tore off her camisole, throwing it on the floor; she was only wearing, around her hips, the bottom part of the nightgown, the Hawaiian type skirt. Her right hand was caressing John's massive arm; her head was nestled in his ample chest.

His large palm was slowly massaging the soft skin of her back. His other hand was rummaging in her crotch, under the fabric.

From his point of observation, Scott couldn't see much more details, but it was evident that John was exploring her insides. Mom was giggling and squirming. 

"Ohhhhhh. . . my pussy . . . your finger. . ."

"You like my finger, don't you, baby?" John was talking in a sweet tone.

"Yeeesss. . . it's so big!"

"Bigger than husband's cock?"

"Ohhhhh. . . my god, yeah. . . yeah. . . ahhhhh!!"

"I can play with your clit, Mistress Blum! You are in my hand, lil one! Your micro pussy is all mine!"

"Yeeesss. . . yeeesss!!!" The woman screamed like mad.

"You are my sex toy, Mistress Blum, a little slave, and you must obey your new, big daddy! Admit it, Mistress Blum! Admit it, child!"

"Ohhhhh. . . please. . . don't talk like that!"

"If you don't tell me whose you are, lil one, I'll remove my hand from your twat!!" John's voice had a menacing tone.

"Nooooo. . . daddy, noooo. . . please. . . it's so good. . . I'm your slave, sir!!"

"Tell me that you are my sex toy, Mistress Blum!"

"Yes, yes, I'm your sex toy, sir!" She was all his, now.

"Repeat my words, lil one: Mistress Blum is your sex toy, daddy!"

"Nooooo. . . " she yelled, but his eyes made her change her mind. "Yeah. . . yeah. . . Mistress Blum is your sex toy, daddy! Okay, daddy?" 

"Are you still a wife, Mistress Blum? Or are you the child of your new big daddy?"

"Noooo. . . I'm no more a wife! I'm your girlfriend, your little child! And you are my daddy, my big, my strong daddy! I'll do whatever you want, daddy!!" 

"Mom's surrender is complete, now," Scott thought. "She's no more my dad's wife, she only belongs to this hunk of a giant, she's his property."

The boy had seen enough; silently he turned back to the kitchen, where he joined Tom and Nick, to help them for the dinner.

During the next twenty minutes John continued to play with Carol, like she was his little girl and not a mature housewife. And the woman, too, was delighted by the sensual touches of his strong fingers and ravenous mouth.

"This mountain of a stud is insatiable," she was thinking. "He's never tired. He could fuck an entire harem, with no rest, all the night long and all the day after." 

"Have you ever played the lesbian games?" John said abruptly.

Carol blushed.

"John. . . er. . . daddy! Why are you asking. . ." 

He interrupted her. "Little lady, don't make fun of me!" he shouted in her ear. "I'm sure you have a girlfriend!"

"But. . ."

"Tell me the truth, little chick! You have a girlfrend. And, may be, more than one!" 

"Yeah. . . but not now! I had a girlfriend. . . my roommate, at college!" she admitted. 

"And you played the sexy games! How long?" John inquired.

"Oh, not too much! Only the first year, before going into serious dates with guys! We had many admirers!" 

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This was not completely true.

Because Carol had had, in her youth, more than one female lover, in addition to her several flirtations with men.

And still now she had a close relationship with a female friend. 

Helen was her name.

Carol and Helen: both in their middle age, both blessed with stunning curves combined with fascinating figures which constantly were the objects of men's longing gazes, both married with kids, both living in large, beautiful houses, both of them loved being flattered and carried to bed by handsome, tall, young and well endowed guys. 

Helen was blonde, blue eyes, forty-two years old, a little more than five feet in height and she weighed about hundred-ten pounds.

She had been married two times; Rudy was the son from the first husband. Then, she had married Frank, four years after the divorce, and Jimmy was her second kid. Jimmy was, now, an infant of five months. 

Carol and Helen had developed, during twenty years, a friendly relationship, which sometimes turned into lesbian games.

Scott, eighteen years old, and Rudy, who was nineteen, had grown together: inseparable companions since early childhood. They played, now, in the same school's football team.

Rudy had become a very muscular boy: tall (about six feet seven), handsome, well built and well hung.

Helen was proud of him: he excelled in sports and she was well aware of the admiring gazes he received from girls his age and also from older women. He was, doubtlessly, a lady-killer.

And when she sensed that he was sexually interested in her, she did nothing to dissuade him. Briefly, at age of nineteen, Rudy had become his own mother's lover. 

The attraction exploded when Helen started to lactate. She had always got big boobs, but after her pregnancy she had gained at least two sizes: now her jugs stood out gloriously, filling the double E cups of her bra. She let Rudy watch, when she was breastfeeding, and this turned them, mother and older son, into an unbreakable passion. Just the sight of the white cream, leaking from her swollen tits, made him crazy; as soon as the little baby finished his meal and Helen laid him in the cradle, Rudy, who had already stripped off all his clothes, grabbed and scooped his mom up into his arms, carrying her to his bedroom. In few instants, Helen was fully undressed and laid beside her son; with her chest still wet, he glued his mouth to one stiff nipple, sucking and slurping at her sweet cream, hungrily swallowing the nutritious proteins she was abundantly producing. First one boob, then the other one, relentlessly, in a feast of tender flesh and white milk; till his ten inched cock, rock hard from the waves of pleasure surging from his loins, at the touch of her curvaceous, intoxicating flesh, found its way into the hot receptacle of her cozy, maternal pussy.

Frank never catched them in those incestual acts, even if he had developed in his mind some suspicions, after noticing the frequent, lustful gazes of the boy over Helen's body; in particular, over her bouncing tits she let sway, braless, under her loose cut-off shirts.

Frank was a tall, good-looking man, in his early fifties; he loved his wife and his concern was that his business compelled him to stay out of home for long periods. Helen's big, lactating boobs made him horny, and any time he was in bed with her, he spent plenty of time kneading those marvellous melons and suckling the milk from them.

In few words, Helen felt herself like a cow: the private cow of the entire family. And she enjoyed that.

Helen had told Carol about her relationship with Rudy.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 06



"You can't imagine how much sex starved he's with me, Carol! He cannot get enough. When he watches the milk spurting from my tits, he becomes hard as steel. He does my boobs in any possible way, then he goes for my holes. All of them! D'you understand what kind of son is living in my house? But I can't without him! He makes me happy, after those sessions, like no other one!"

"And does he know what you have just told me?" Carol asked. 

"Yes, darling! He agrees that you are informed! No secret between the three of us. But what about Scott, now?"

"Scott?" Carol gave a start. "Scott can't be involved in these. . . in our confessions! Please!"

"Why? D'you think that he could get shocked?" Helen insisted. 

"Scott. . " Carol hesitated, then admitted: "Scott has the hots for me!"

"Ohhhhh!! Fantastic!! Unbelievable!! Two stacked moms and two horny sons! Like in the porno stories! And did you fuck?" 

"No!!" Carol replied with vehemence. "Not yet! Only some petting and kissing. He's in love with my big tits and my small body. He would lift me up like a baby and kiss me anywhere, but my pussy is still safe. May be I'll let him screw me, few days before he will leave to college!"

"Wooowww!! Can I tell that to Rudy?" Helen said maliciously.

"Yes, but Scott mustn't know! Absolutely!"

"Okay, darling! Don't worry! Scott will never know, from Rudy and myself, that we are aware of his secret passion!" Then Helen continued: "And now I tell you what Rudy confessed to me, about you!"

"What?" Carol asked with curiosity.

"He's infatuated with you! He told me that your boobs and ass on your child-like body are intoxicating. He wants to feel your white skin, to kiss and fondle your curves, to explore all of you. He's anxious to carry you to bed with him! And give you a huge cock, obviously!"

"How huge?" Carol was getting interested.

"Ten! And very thick!" Helen was proud of her son. 

"Okay!! Why not a ride with that gorgeous? My boyfriend won't be jealous!"

"Neither me!"

And the two women concluded the conversation with a big laugh. 

What happened is well known (see previous Chapter 4): Rudy met Carol at the football game and both of them agreed for a secret sex session at Carol's.

For some weeks, till the home invasion by John and the other convicts, Scott was unaware of the love affair between his mom and his best friend.

Helen, instead, was immediately informed by Rudy, who enthusiastically described to his mother all the details of the "meeting", without omitting his comments on the physical attributes of Carol's hot body.

And Helen, of course, didn't forget to call her friend.

"Rudy is crazy for you. He told me that you're a true bombshell, a milf who is on top of all the young girls he has ever dated. And he wants another chance with you."

Two weeks later, Carol's cell phone rang.

"Hi, Carol!"

"Hi, Helen, how are you doing!"

"Carol, this morning Frank left. Till tomorrow. Why aren't you joining me for an afternoon's skinny dip in the pool?"

"Wooowwww!!! Good idea, darling. Today I've no gym and. . . nothing more. Four o'clock is okay for you?"

"Sure! And you will find a. . . surprise!!"

"What kind of surprise?"

"You will see, Carol! I'm waiting for you. Bye!!"

"Bye, Helen!"

At four o'clock Carol was at Helen's. Someone opened the automatic door and she entered, to park the car on the back side of the house.

The small, mature woman looked stunning in her sexy attire. She wore a yellow sleeveless flimsy blouse, knotted under her voluminous breasts, showing off her nice belly button and a wide portion of white tummy. Some buttons of the blouse were undone and a lot of tit-flesh and cleavage was on display. It was evident that she was braless. A pair of white mini denim shorts hugged her voluptuous ass cheeks and let her well shaped thighs in full view; a pair of tennis shoes on her feet completed the outfit. On her lovely face she had put a light make-up and a touch of lip color.   

She had just switched off the engine, when a meaty hand opened the car door on her left side.

"Hi, doll!" A joyous voice called out. It was Rudy. Totally naked, but for a towel wrapped around his waist, with his blonde hair and his magnetic eyes, combined with his thick neck, well toned body, sculpted abs and muscular thighs, he looked like a mythological god. A sea god, to be more precise, considering his sun tanned skin.

For some instants Carol remained mesmerized by the sight of the young boy. And she finally understood what kind of surprise Helen was talking of, in their phone call: the surprise was Rudy, her own son, who would have joint the two mature wives in a hot threesome.

Helen had planned a torrid afternoon, Carol thought: a lustful session of erotic games to be played with this magnificent stallion, who would have manipulated and fucked both of them (herself and her big titted lactating friend) till their full exhaustion.

Rudy's meaty hand grabbed Carol by her upper arm gently, but resolutely, and took her out of the driver's seat. He made her stand in front of him, gazing down at her much shorter body, with eagerness and determination. 

"Hi, Rudy! Why so impetuous?" She pursed her lips in a captivating smile.

The boy didn't reply; he bent his head down and landed his mouth to hers: a long hard French kiss followed.

"Let me breath!" she gasped, finally getting her mouth off his. "Are you so impatient?"

"Yes, doll, I dreamt all the time of you, of your hot smooth skin!"

"And Helen? Where's Helen?" she asked.

"Nursing the baby. We were fumbling in the backyard, when little Jimmy called for his food and mom had to run inside. I hope he's not draining her!" Rudy winked at Carol, while his hands caressed the succulent flesh of her upper arms. 

He inserted his finger in the deep cleavage of Carol's tits, pushing up and down, rubbing the inner sides of her boobs. She moaned softly.

"Soft like velvet, little doll!" He exclaimed, working on her melons.

"You used to call me aunt when you were a little kid and I cradled you in my arms. Why are you calling me doll, now?" Her tone was malicious.

"Because you're a cute, lovely short thing! How short are you, doll?" The tip of his index finger was playing with a stiff nipple. The woman didn't protest.

"Four and ten, if you want to know that! And you?"

"Six and seven!" he shouted. "And now the six seventh grown kid can cradle the small old aunt like a child!" 

"Ooohhh. . .!!" She squealed, as the tall boy grabbed and easily scooped her up in his arms, slowly walking to the poolside. 

"You're my new fuck toy," he whispered in her ear, before depositing Carol on her feet, face to him.

"What d'you want, you. . . you bully?" she asked. But both of them well knew that these words were just a formality, because both of them well knew why they were there.

"Expose you to my eyes, as a start!" And his hand undid the last buttons of her blouse. Now, most of her globes had spilled out: only areolae and nipples were barely covered by the shirt's folds.

"Stop, or I'll scream!" She pretended to scold him.

"Yeah. . . yeah, baby! Scream. . . yell. . . it will be more fun!" The back of his finger flicked one prominent nipple, under the blouse. "Hard like button, little Carol. And waiting for a good sucking!"

"How d'you dare searching my private parts, you young bastard?" The pretence continued.

"Okay, little doll! Time's over! Show off all of your boobs, now!" And with that he unfastened the knot holding the folds of her blouse: the two orbs burst out proudly and jiggled a little, before settling on her chest. 

In a quick motion, he slid the shirt off her arms and let it fall to ground.. 

"Are you happy, now? D'you like my tits? Are they big enough?" Carol was getting a bit aggressive, now. 

"Big and fresh, like on a schoolgirl. You're damned hot, Carol!" He kissed her left breast.

"I know! And you be careful with them, 'cause I want getting them yet fresh!" 

"Yes, ma'am!" he said, after playfully bouncing the twin melons in his palms, like balls, and gently kissing the rosy areolae. Her nipples stood out firm and erect.

"These playthings are hard like stones!" His tongue flicked the prominent nubs: first one, then the second one.

"Ooohhh. . . I love that. . ." she admitted. The young Rudy was warming up the much older Carol, the big titted mom of his best friend Scott.

"Yeah. . . little pixie!" he grinned. "And you're going to love it much more!"

With expertness, he unbuckled the belt of her mini skirt and slid down the zipper. Then, with one arm around her slender soft waist, he lifted her again from her feet and pulled the denim shorts down her thighs and off her body.

The garment followed the blouse on the ground.

Carol was wearing now only a pair of g-string pink panties and tennis shoes. 

"What. . . what. . . are you doing?" She was getting confused.

"Just denuding you, little chick! And then I'll fuck you. Relaxe now!" His voice was suave. "And raise these sexy arms of yours! I want to kiss these white tender armpits." 

The woman obeyed. She was his, now. She was totally in his hands. The mature, small housewife had capitulated completely to the much younger big guy.

With her hands locked behind her head, Carol looked voluptuous. The young boy inhaled the enticing perfume of lavender, which exuded from her chest; he savoured the scent that literally made his mouth water, then he wrapped his arms around her and gazed, fascinated, at her exposed upper body. He couldn't restrain himself from plunging into all that white loveliness. His lips licked the outer side of her left boob and immediately he came in contact with the little mole that deliciously marked her smooth skin. He slobbered his tongue over the enticing spot, making her giggle joyously.

"Ooohhh. . . you naughty boy. . . ooohhh. . . lick, lick. . ." she mewed.

"I want you so bad, baby!!" he said, lifting his head from her roundness, before starting a new path across her underarm and up to the appetizing nest of her left armpit. Carol purred like a kitten.

"I love being petted that way!" she murmured.

This is a hot yummy milf, Rudy thought, as his lips continued to work over the tender flesh.

He used his full hand, now, to rub her right underarm and armpit, as his mouth sucked and delicately nibbled the left ones. He was feasting on her.

"Ooohhh. . . you pervert. . . you enjoy my armpits, don't you?" she said, in a soft voice.

"Yes, baby, I love them!" he answered. "You're so sweet, you taste so good. I could lick and suck them all day long! And you're my good girl, aren't you?"

"Ooohhh. . . yes. . . yes. . . I'm your good girl, Rudy! Please. . .please. . . make your Carol a good girl, make her crazy! I'm so small and you're so big, so young, so strong!"

"Okay, good girl! Now let me check these babies!"

His cock, still covered by the towel, was hardening more and more, at the sight of her exposed melons: a delicious offer of elastic, warm and abundant flesh. 

He reached out, rolling and tugging the nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

She moaned. 

"Ooohhh. . . Rudy. . . what are you doing to my nipples?"

"Getting them longer, baby! Longer as never before; as never your son saw them!" 

When, after a couple of minutes, he stopped the tweaking, Carol looked at them with amazement. The twin nubs protruded from her mounds much more than one inch: they had impressively elongated, like pencil-erasers, under his pressure. 

"Watch what you have done, you sadistic boy!" she yelled.

"Don't cry, little doll! I didn't damage your treasures!" His hands cupped her boobs and he started caressing the soft flesh. He enjoyed the hard protuberance of her mauled nipples, under his palms.

Then he pulled his hands off her and stepped back. His mature prey was an enticing vision: all naked except for the skimpy panties and the sport shoes, with those gorgeous jugs and incredibly stiff nipples, she was just asking to be groped and fucked. 

But first he wanted some fun. "You're an athlete, in this outfit. Run around the pool, let me see how fast you are!"

"Noooo. . . Rudy, this is not fair! Don't do this to me!" she uttered.

"Be a good girl, Carol! Hurry up!" He was ordering, now. "And show me how healthy your gym workout makes you!"

Carol had no chance but to obey. She started running. 

The swimming pool was quite large, the sun was burning. When she completed the first round, Rudy shouted: "Again, baby. . . again! Faster!"

One, two, three, four, five rounds. The effort and the sun were making Carol to sweat profusely. The boy, who urged her to accelerate, enjoyed his domination over his mature "aunt".

He greedily glanced at her, like hypnotized. The amazing show of her bouncing and wobbling melons, and of her swaying ass cheeks was driving him wild.

At the ninth passage in front of him, Rudy encouraged her. "Only one round, baby, then you'll get your prize!" And, while she was still running, he tore off the towel from his hips. His ten inched hard cock, erect like an electrical pole, sprang out with so much force as if it jumped out. 

"Come here, baby, come to me!" he shouted, opening his arms, when the woman turned the last corner and was in front of him.

Carol, her eyes dimmed and her body exhausted by the effort, ran into his embrace. 

"We don't need this stuff!" he said, hooking his fingers into the side strings of her panties and tugging. With a shredding sound, the small garment was ripped in two. Rudy slid the destroyed cloth from her body and threw it into the pool.

"What the hell did you do?" she shrieked.

"No problem, doll. My mom will give you another pair. She has lots of nice lingerie!" And with that the boy wrapped his arms around her inner thighs, spread them and raised her up, holding the woman in that position.

Quite automatically, she wrapped her hands around his neck.

"I'm all sweaty!" she murmured.

"I love your sweat, baby! I love all your juices!" he exclaimed. 

With an expert motion, he grabbed his dick and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy hole; then, slowly and gently, he lowered her down, onto the cock. Her slippery pussy folds didn't gave resistance and the big shaft went deep within her cunt, in all its length, easily as though it had been inserted in a pot of butter.

"Ooohhh. . . god. . . you're inside me. . . you nasty boy. . . and I let you do it again. . ."

"Yes, auntie Carol," he mocked "I've shoved all my dong right in your cute pussy! And you want it! Like last time. Remember, little slut? At your home, you and me alone!" 

"Yes. . . yes, I remember, you were so big, you filled my. . . ooohhh. . . yeeesss. . . yeeesss. . ." 

Rudy had started sliding her, back and forth, along his throbbing erection: the long piston was running smoothly inside her warm and cozy flesh. 

"You're my good girl, little Carol! A good girl with a sweet pussy!" he exclaimed.

"Ooohhh. . . " she moaned. "I can't stop you. . . please, don't tell my son. . . I let you doing this to me, but don't tell Scott, please!"

"Okay, slutty mommy! And are you going to be nice to me?"

"Yes, yes. . . nice. . . nice as you like." She kissed and licked with passion one of his nipples. "Do me, do my body any way you want, big boy! Do your little Carol! I'm a baby, now, a baby in your strong arms!"

"I'm doing your pussy, baby, your clean, little pussy. And I'll make you cum on my cock!"

"I'm just about cumming, Rudy! Fuck me. . . fuck me. . . ooohhh. . . you are fucking me! It's so good! Please. . . please. . . don't stop!"

"Cum, baby, cum, old little Carol! You're mine, my cock makes you happy!" 

Rudy felt like he was holding a child in his arms: the middle aged woman, despite her huge tits, which pressed against his chest, was light like a feather. 

He increased his devastating action, till finally she screamed and creamed.

"Oh god. . . here it comes. . now. . . I'm cumming. . ." Carol yelled like crazy. 

"Let me see. . . little baby, let me see your leaking little pussy!" He thrust her off his dick, just in time to watch a wonderful spurt of feminine fresh juice flowing out of her open lips, before landing on his arm.

They stayed like that for about one minute, then he drove his cock again into her wet hole.

"You. . . you. . . " she muttered. "You motherfucker. . . you love my pussy, you're so hard. . . you want. . . to fuck your little Carol, you bastard son of a bitch!"

"Yeah, baby, yeah, little Carol! Can you feel my cock?" He was grinning.

"Yeah. . . I feel you!" she gasped, her eyes flaring in lust. "Please, please, fuck me again, make me cum again!"

"You can bet I'll fuck you up, little Carol, till you can't walk! But not yet, 'cause now I want to enjoy these big melons against me. I want last longer in this position!"

At these words, her face lit up. "Oh, boy, this is my favorite position to fuck. My boyfriend well knows!"

"Your boyfriend?" Rudy asked, smiling. "D'you mean Bert, the pro-basketball player?"

"How d'you know?"

"Everybody knows but Scott. Everybody noticed him in your gym club."

"Because he's Dave's brother. And Dave is the masseur, overthere!"

"Better to say your masseur, Carol! Does he do a full massage to you, baby?"

"Yes, of course."

"Tits and ass and pussy lips included?"

"Yes, all included!" She had a malicious smile on her face.

"Then Bert comes. All in the family, I see!"

"Yes, sometimes, when Dave finishes his massage, Bert and I play some little games in the massage room. Bert is taller than you, and I love the young, tall men. Bert says that this is due to my short height. He says that I love being scooped up and cradled like a child by the young, tall men. I think he's right!"

"So, Bert would be jealous if he would see you in my arms like that!"

"Bert is not jealous!"

"And husband?"

"Hubby? Are you joking? Listen what happened a couple of months ago, when I invited Dave and Bert for dinner at my house. We were only the four of us: the two brothers, my husband Henry and myself. After dinner we had a nice conversation and I sat on Dave's lap."

"On his lap?"

"Yes, we were relaxed and, may be, a little drunk. Dave wanted to show Henry how he gives me the gym-massage, so he lowered the straps of my dress and, because I was not wearing a bra, my tits popped out freely." Carol winked at Rudy. "His big hands cupped them from behind and he started to fondle my breasts as though I was his girlfriend. Then he passed me on to Bert's lap and Bert, too, caressed my boobs and armpits. All in front of my husband. And d'you want to know what my husband did? He snapped photos of me with the guys in many poses! For about half an hour!"

"Were you naked, in those photos?"

"Not fully naked, just thong panties." 

"And then, what happened?"

"They held me up, in turn, in their arms, as though I was their baby, while Henry shot photo after photo."

"Cool!!" Rudy exclaimed. "And then?"

"Then hubby filmed Dave carrying me to the pool and throwing me into the water! The two guys joined me."

"Did they fuck you?" he asked.

"Indeed they wanted! But I didn't let them do it in front of Henry. We frolicked in the water for about half an hour. Bert tore off my panties and showed them to the camera, but I stopped him, when he tried his cock up my pussy. He understood and he didn't insist, but he took my thong with him, as a souvenir, before leaving!" Carol smiled.

"Like me! Remember your bikini top?" 

"I well remember, you pervert!"

"Did you tell Scott about that party with the brothers?" Rudy asked.

"Scott? Please no! He would have fired them!"

They continued to talk like that, his rigid cock fully inserted in her vagina and her naked body suspended in his arms, as though it was the most natural thing.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 06



Her sport shoes were scraping his sides.

Again Rudy thrust her off his cock, which came out of her cunt with a loud, plopping, erotic sound. 

Her face showed surprise. "Why that? Are you tired?"

"Never, baby, never tired to fuck you. A small doll like you is an easy, delicious toy: I coukld play and fuck you all day long!"

The boy carried Carol to an outdoor couch, where he sat, putting her, sideways, on his lap. He grabbed her feet and, first one then the other one, he slipped her shoes off and let them fall to ground. Now the woman was totally nude, completely at his mercy.

"What a lovely melons you have, baby!" He reached for her breasts and bounced them in his palms, feeling their full weight.

"D'you like to play with my sexy tits, don't you?" Her little hands covered his and pressed them tightly to her bosoms. "Are you working same way your mom's boobs?" 

"Mom's got a fuckable pair of bodacious hooters. Bigger than yours! And full of fresh hot milk!" He laughed. "I work them every day!"

"Every day? What about her husband?"

"Her husband doesn't know, of course! Luckily Frank wakes up early in the morning; when I go to the kitchen for breakfast he has already left."

"And mom? And the baby?"

"Mom feeds little Jimmy very early, too. Then she lays him in the cot and waits for me in the kitchen."

"Waits for you? What does it mean?"

"It means that she already knows what I want from her. She wears only a pair of lace panties, while preparing the coffee. And I see her in all her rich white flesh, as soon as I get in." 

During all the time he was talking to Carol, Rudy was playing with her tits: he squeezed them, pulled at her nipples, rubbed the areolae in little circular motions, played with her mole. The chest of the older woman was his property.

"You're insatiable, Ruby!" finally she said. "Poor Helen! I imagine how hard must be her efforts to avoid being eaten alive by her aggressive son!"

"But she loves it!" He kissed her mouth, before continuing. "When I put my hands over her jugs, she starts screaming of joy. Those lovely twins, still wet from the previous lactation, are full of milk, because the baby can't drain them: she's like a milk producer. I just squeeze one areola in my fingers and some streams of tit-juice spurt out in all directions, like from a fountain. Sweet sweet production. I suck the whole nipple into my mouth and drink her nectar: my breakfast!"

"Every morning?" Carol asked, clearly aroused by Rudy's words and hands: because he was now caressing, simultaneously, one tit and her pussy. 

"Yes, every morning. But sometimes I skip my school day: I lead mom to my bedroom and during a couple of hours I make her squeal and giggle like a new bride. Understand, lil one?"

His hand between Carol's thighs had become more and more invasive. His thumb had found her clit and was flicking it, while his palm pressed on her moist slit and the tip of his middle finger teased her butt-hole.

"Ooohhh. . . yes. . . yes. . . you drive me crazy!" she whimpered. "And you enjoy making crazy your little doll, don't you?"

"No hair on your pussy, baby! It's so sweet, I love finger-fuck your clean, smooth, sweet pussy!" Rudy slid one finger inside her and moved it easily, back and forth, into her sex tube.

Then he bent his head down and captured a nipple in his mouth, tonguing it with expert hits. 

Carol was making little sounds, under the furious assault on her breasts and cunt: "Ooohhh. . . yeah. . . yeah. . . please. . . don't stop, it so good!"

"Are you my toy-girl?" Rudy asked, raising his head up, for an instant, from her tit.  

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . your girl. . . your toy-girl!!" she screamed. 

She enjoyed pleasuring the younger stud as he was chewing on her big nipple. 

Her groans of desire filled the air, when his fingers rolled and pinched tightly her clit. She was literally bouncing on his muscled thighs; she was heavily breathing.

"Keep sucking, Rudy, suck my tit as much as you want!" she said in a troubled voice. "Play my clit. . . don't stop, please. . ." 

His hands continued to maul her pubic area and her left boob, while his mouth was having fun with her right breast. 

The tip of his finger had reached her g-spot on the wall of her pussy hole: Carol was in heaven. 

"Oooooohhhhhh. . . cum. . . cumming. . . " she yelled, stiffening and shaking and finally letting out a gush of creamy fluid onto his palm. 

"I've done the old chick twice in fifteen minutes. And this is only the beginning. Before evening she will languish in a pool of juices. Son, husband and boyfriend won't be able to use her for at least one whole day." This is what the boy thought, as he was hugging Carol in his arms, until her orgasm stopped.

"Let's go to bed, baby, for a better fuck," he exclaimed, when the woman had calmed down "but first let's have some fun around here!" He held firmly her body against his muscled chest, then he stood up and Carol was easily lifted up. 

What a sight, for Scott, her son, if he had seen his mom, who submissively let herself being carried in the strong arms of his best friend, like a little kid!

Rudy took her to the small bush, just beside the pool; their total nakedness gave them the appearance of two mythological creatures. Rudy's cock was in its full erection, a sword of meat, ready to hit his victim. The exhilarating contact with her soft and fleshy skin, together with the intoxicating sense of power over the lovely woman that he could manipulate in any way, for their common pleasure, had driven him to an arousal level he had only experienced during the hot sessions with his willing mom.

Carol had put her hands around his neck and her fingers were playing with his hair. She clearly liked being handled that way by the powerful young stud.

The nineteen year old guy was carrying without effort the fifty-two aged housewife, as though she was a weightless baby.

"You're light like a butterfly, Carol! And you enjoy being rocked like a child by the strong males, don't you?" he asked, kissing an engorged nipple with gentle lips.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . you make me feel again a child, when you cradle me!" she chirped, and smiled cutely.

"Think about what Scott would do if he was seeing you, carried in my arms and naked like a newborn!" Rudy rolled his tongue across her rubbery areola. 

"Oh my god! Never, never he has to know!" The woman couldn't conceal her troubling.

"Why not, sweety?" he grinned. "Next time I'll let him nuzzle and suckle my mom's titflesh, while I'm doing you!"

"May be we'll do that, Rudy, but not so soon. I don't want. . . ooohhh!" 

She couldn't continue, because he had rotated her like a doll in his embrace, and had put her in a new position, facing him: one hand under her beautiful asscheeks was supporting her body, while the other one had grasped his own dick, pushing it against her cunt hole.

"D'you want to fuck me again?" she squirmed lightly, as the bottom of her body helped him to penetrate her.

"Yeah, little doll. . . today you're my fuck bitch!" Both his palms grabbed her lovely, soft butt, while she circled his neck with her hands and wrapped her ankles around his waist. Carol was fully impaled onto the young dominant cock.

"Ooohhh, Rudy, I can feel your cock! You're all inside me!" Her eyes widened, as she looked up at him with a gaze of submission.

"D'you like my cock inside you?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. . . yeah. . . you're so good!" She panted, in excitement.

"How much you want my good cock inside you, little chick?" he insisted.

"I want it. . . more. . . more than anything!" she moaned.

"And whose these toys are?" Rudy was rubbing her penetrated body against him. Her titflesh massaged delightfully his chest and the firmness of her ripe, mature melons drove him wild. 

"Yours, boy, all yours!" she replied.

"Tell me what you want me to do with them, sweety!" he teased her.

"Do what you want, Rudy. . . suck them, lick. . . squeeze. . . make them yours!" she cried.

"Yes, my baby, I oblige! They're so luscious!!" He pounded her with a couple of hard thrusts that made her groan loudly, then he walked to a wooden bench, where he sat down, without dislodging his cock from his prey.

Both of them were in heat.

He pushed her a little back, so he could have a full vision of her nude chest. The woman was much shorter than him: the peak of each tit touched his belly. He circled possessively her neck with one hand, while moving the other one, around and around, over her boobs. To have at his own disposal that woman, an older, sexy, small woman he could play and manoeuvre at his own mercy, was magnificent. 

She closed her eyes and slightly arched her back, clearly offering her large breasts to his strong, probing palm.

"Ohhh. . . yes, it feels so good, I like it, ooohhh.. ." she gasped in passion and desire.

"I'm doing you, little Carol: your tight pussy and your big hooters!" 

He moved his hips back and forth, running the head of his dick against her g-spot, making her moan in pleasure. 

"Ooohhh," she wailed. "Ooohhh. . . you're fucking me. You naughty boy! You're doing. . . the mom. . . ooohhh. . . of your best friend!"

"Yes, I'm doing the mom of my best friend! And she loves the big cock inside her mini pussy!" 

Her juices lubed his cock more and more, as he drilled her repeatedly, making her close to another climax.

She yelled, now. "Please. . . please. . . fuck your huge cock inside, fuck . . . please. . . don't stop fucking, you're so good. . .!"

But Rudy had another idea. Without caring her pleas, he put both his hands around Carol's waist and hoisted her up, pulling her off his dick and making her stand up. Her feet rested on the wood of the bench and her tits jiggled before his face: two inviting balloons, capped by a pair of pink, succulent nipples, sticking out like two mini cocks. 

"Why that?" she protested. "I want your cock, I want to ride your beautiful cock!" Droplets of her honey were dripping from her cuntlips across the thighs: she was all wet.

"You'll get again my cock, little pixie, don't complain!" he reassured her. "But you're too short, and I want to eat on these titties, before fucking you!"

His mouth had already started to pluck one nipple away from her chest, extending it mercilessly, till she gasped. After an expert noisy sucking, mixed with her little cries, also the second nipple was worked same way.

"Nice job!" he exclaimed with satisfaction, looking at her melons, then he started sucking again, from one tit to the other.

Carol's small hands had circled his hips and were sliding across his naked back, caressing the masculine flesh. 

She could stay in position without help, thus Rudy removed his big hands from her waist and used them over the voluptuous mass of her breasts.

He stretched the two nipples close together, so that he could flick his tongue on both of them at the same time.

The older woman shaked and screamed. "Ooohhh. . . my god. . . my god. . . my tits. . . your mouth. . . you make me crazy. . ."

The assault on her boobs continued: their smoothness, roundness and firmness, intoxicated his senses. After his mom, he had never tasted such a hot female, such delicious mammaries.

"You greedy boy. . . you naughty sucker. . ." she mewed, as his lips ravaged her flesh and his hands played with her mounds, lifting, kneading and slightly slapping the bouncing twins.

He drove his hands over the sexy curve of her ass. He rhythmically thrummed his fingers on the round surface of the twin globes, checking and enjoying their elasticity and tightness. Carol sighed. 

Then, still palming one bun, he pushed one hand inside the cleft, rubbing her intimate skin up to the anus.

"Here you shit from, baby!" he whispered sadistically in her mouth, as the tip of his finger gently scraped the rough edges of her hole. 

"Don't talk like that, pervert boy!" she scolded him. She tried to struggle, but he was much stronger than her and she couldn't stop him from massaging, back and forth, the delicate skin between her two openings.

"Noooo! Please, don't do this!" she whimpered. "I can't let you. . . do this. . ooohhh!" His hand had found, from behind, the stiff knob of her clit and was pinching it hard. 

"Ooohhh. . . feels so. . . good!" She squealed, now: his fingers were driving her insane. 

I want to fuck you now, little Carol!" he said. "I want to feel you come all over my big cock!"

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . fuck me, Rudy!" she whispered. "Fuck me with your big beautiful cock. . . please. . . please!"

"Okay, baby, let me open this pussy up wide and shove my tool deep into it!" he said. And after planting another pair of kisses on her fleshy tits, he guided her onto his fully erect pole. 

Now Carol was straddling his lap, being slowly lowered to the final target by his firm grip on her hips. 

"Ohhh. . . fuck. . . yeah. . . " she moaned, as her twat devoured inch after inch of the big young shaft pushed into her dripping wet love tube.

"Oooohhhh god. . . so deep. . . yeah. . . give me all!" she screamed and humped hard, begging him for more cock.

"Take it all, little slut, let your pussy suck all of my dick! Be my good girl, little woman!" The teen boy had buried the full shaft, up to his balls, inside her hungry cunt, and the older housewife yelled, when she felt his pubic hair pressed against her bare skin.

"I love it. . . ohhh. . . I love it. . ." she squealed, as he pounded into her, in and out, like a machine. 

"I bet your husband never fucked you like that, little doll!" he exclaimed, bouncing her small body up and down on his cock.

And because she didn't reply, he insisted. "Tell me, baby, does he fuck you that way?"

"Noooo. . . never. . . never. . . oh god. . . I cum again. . ."

He was opening and demolishing her pussy, as the mature woman, mercilessly impaled, was experiencing another devastating orgasm.

The cockhead was massaging, in rhythmic motion, the soft skin of her cunt walls and it was driving him over the edge.

"Bedtime now!" he exclaimed, and he rapidly stood up, his dick still buried deep inside her, his palms cupping her ass cheeks, her legs dangling helplessly.

He walked with his prey across the little bush, to the poolside. 

"Where. . . where. . . going. . ." she mumbled. Then she started a series of short high yells, before falling in half consciousness. Just in front of the swimming pool, held up in Rudy's arms, Carol had reached another orgasm.

Rudy felt her shudder and he stopped. When she was silent, he continued to walk toward the house, up the stairs, to the first floor. With her body still impaled onto his manhood, he used only one hand to hold her, around the ass, while with the other hand he opened the door.  

Without dislodging his cock from her hole, he laid Scott's half conscious mom onto the bed, where his large frame covered her diminutive body.

Due to her shortness, he had to bend down to lick again her heaving breasts (his 

voracious appetite for her tits was never ending), to suck her throbbing nipples, to bite the soft skin of her underarms. 

This hottie is my toy, he thought, and he started pistoning his shaft in and out of her cunt. In and out, slow and fast, he twisted his hips, fucking the supine woman for all he was worth. 

Carol regained herself, just in time to feel the erotic pleasure from the first spasm of his cock, releasing deep inside her womb. She screamed and screamed, as a final devastating orgasm, mixed with his final explosion of powerful semen, made her body shake violently. 

Then she passed out, collapsing in a heap on the bed: an enticing sight for the young Rudy, who came off her pussy and stood up on the floor, looking with satisfaction at the result of his sexual workout.

"Hey, gorgeous!" a high and sweet voice trilled in the room, as a female body pushed against his frontal frame, and a pair of gentle hands wrapped around his neck.

It was Helen, his mom: bare feet and all naked, except for a skimpy g-string bottom suit.

"Mommy!!!" he exclaimed, and his hands went immediately to her back, rubbing the smooth skin with passion. "Have you got some food for me?" he asked, and bent his head down to her, kissing her open lips.

"I've got always some food for my famished sons: the lil one and the bigger one!" she answered. And when she pronounced the word "bigger", she winked and her hand cupped his heavy balls and then moved up, to caress the long cylinder of flesh.

"Okay, cutie," he smiled "lemme check it out, now!" And with no hesitation, after placing one hand on the back of her shoulders and the other around the back of her knees, he scooped his mom up in his arms, easily as though he had lifted his infant brother.

"Whow. . . whow. . ." she yelped, delighted by his display of strength, when her son raised her hundred-ten pounds to his head level and plunged his mouth onto one of her nipples, sucking avidly. 

"Oooohhhh. . . yeeesss!!!" she whined, when she felt her milk spurt from her.

"Mmmmmmm. . ." he moaned, enjoying the flow of her milk inside his mouth.

"Stop, now!" Helen ordered. "Save it for later. Don't dry my boobs!"

Rudy obeyed.

"D'you like my milk?" she asked, still held up in the air by her son's strong arms, her white fluid dripping from her fleshy hills to the belly button.

"Oooohhhh, yes, mommy! It's yummy! It's sweet like honey! Sweet like your pussy juices!" he exclaimed, planting a hungry kiss on her displayed underarm.

She sqeaked.

Then she gave a look to the bed.

"What did you do to my friend, you nasty pervert? She almost looks destroyed!"

"Just some little games, mommy, believe me, but the lil one is so weak from the orgasm! She faints with ease!" A malicious smile crossed his face.

"Little games, you said? She's all naked! And all her clothes are scattered anywhere! Even panties in the pool!! You're a savage!!" she exclaimed.

"She's a little toy, mom! A toy that any male would enjoy playing with!" Scott gave a lick to Helen's breasts. 

"And you enjoyed this little toy, didn't you? You like Scott's lovely mommy, don't you?" 

Rudy licked again Helen's milking boobs and her white upper arms, before saying with enthusiasm: "Hell yes, she's so small, so light, so sweet, a pet to play with: anywhere, anytime and anyhow! And then she's so sexy, so titted, so eatable!!"

"More than your mom?" she asked, winking at him.

"Never, mom!" he exclaimed with conviction. "You're super! These puppies are the best in the world!" And, to confirm his words, he sucked another nutritious jet of milk into his devouring mouth, making Helen giggle joyously.

"Put me down, honey!" she said. "Let me give a better look to our little Carol!"

The boy gently lowered her down to the floor; then he approached the woman on the bed and picked her up onto his arms, same way he had done with his mom.

"Here is your friend, mommy!" he exclaimed, walking to Helen with Carol firmly cradled in his embrace. "Look as long as you want, 'cause it's no effort at all for me to take her. She's as light as a feather!"

"I see, honey! She lays in your arms like an innocent child!" She looked at Carol's helpless body and caressed her gaping, wet pussy.

"My god, Rudy, she's flooded! Couldn't you be more soft, you nasty boy?" But she wasn't angry: she was just amazed at the sight of her friend's crushed body. 

"Where. . . where am I?" Carol asked, in an uncertain tone. Their voices had awoken her. 

"In my arms, baby! Did you sleep well?" Rudy gently replied. He bent his head down and pressed his mouth against hers.

When he released her lips, she murmured "Ooohhh. . . you fucked me. . . so hard!"

"Yeah, little doll, I fucked you and you loved my big cock!!" He had a grin on his face.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 07



Author's Note

I am again to you, fellows, with another Chapter of my story.

I submit to you a brief summary of the previous ones.

Carol Blum, a married busty brunette 52yo and her son Scott, 18yo, have just started, in secret, an incestuous liaison, though she has not yet allowed him to go into a full sexual relationship.

One evening the house is invaded by a group of four escaped convicts; one white and three black men. They capture the entire family and repeatedly rape the woman. Then the husband is sent away, together with one of the intruders, and Carol and Scott remain in the house, at the mercy of three young (in their early twenties), big, sex starved guys. The white one of them, in particular, whose name is John (a giant of more than seven feet tall), takes advantage of the mature, short lady, who is sexually and verbally abused in front of her son. 

The incestuous attraction between Carol and Scott is easily found out: this increases the lustful desires of the three fugitives. The woman, on the other hand, is not a faithful wife. Her marital life is full of escapades and she regularly cuckolds her husband, mainly with younger, tall man.

In fact, after some initial shyness (due to the presence of her son), she is not too much reluctant to accept the rough sessions with John and his companions.

In the last Chapter a past threesome of the woman with her friends Helen (mother) and Rudi (son) is described. The narration is interrupted at the end of the Chapter. It will be completed in the future, because here I prefer to restart from "live" action: Carol is sitting, half naked, in the lap of John, who enjoys her luscious body, while the other men are preparing the dinner.

All the Characters are over eighteen years old. 

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John had pulled Carol into his lap: he was covering her delicious white skin with gentle kisses and nibbles.

The mature woman, cradled in the muscled arms of her young lover, as though she was a small child, had thrown her head back, thus causing her large, all naked tits to thrust forwards. She was at the full mercy of that ravenous stud, who had conquered her, as a prey, in her own house, in front of her son and husband, transforming the small, beautiful wife and mother into his private toy, to be used and abused anyhow anytime.

By now, one of his hands had slid under the flimsy skirt --the only cloth she was wearing- and he was caressing her hairless pubes. His other hand was playfully cupping and bouncing one heavy tit, while his tongue was flicking the wrinkled areola of the second tit. 

Soft moans escaped Carol's lips. Beside that giant stud, the small, middle aged woman looked like a ten years old schoolgirl, if it had not been for those twin watermelons on her chest.

A long, passionate kiss on her mouth silenced her feminine groans. Then John had a new exciting idea.

In a quick motion, he stood up and, still holding the woman in his arms, he walked to the exit door, heading for the backyard. Along the way, he hooked a finger onto the waistband of her garment and pulled it off her feet, letting it fall to ground. Carol was in her full nudity, when the horny giant deposited her on a desk, in front of the swimming pool. 

"Wait here, baby!" he told her, and he went to the cabin, not before giving a couple of hungry kisses on the bottom sides of her appetizing boobs. 

Carol waited for his return, obediently, in the same position. The rich, haughty Mrs. Blum had been transformed, by the escaped convict, after only one night of wild sex with him and his companions, into an object of pleasure. John had become her dominant "big daddy" and she was, now, his submitted "little child".

When John was in front of her, he opened his fist and, with a sadistic grin on his face, he showed her what he had in his hand: a small, black piece of cloth.

"What is this?" she asked, in an unsteady, embarrassed tone.

"You should know, bitch!" he exclaimed, unfolding the black cloth: a micro thong, made just of a mini patch, to barely cover a little pussy, connected to some thin strings, one of which was clearly designed to run between the ass cheeks. 

He had picked it from the cupboard in the cabin, where he had put it a couple of hours before (go to Chapter 4, for reference).

"Your sexy swimsuit!!" he loudly laughed. "Titties and buns on full display and this sweet honey maker. . ." he did not complete the sentence, because he had already reached out his hand and was caressing possessively her tender pussy lips. 

"Not my swimsuit!" Her embarrassment was more and more evident. "It was just to please husband!"

"The sissy one?" His finger had found its way inside the pussy hole and was rubbing the walls of her tube. 

"Ooohhh. . ." she moaned. "Don't. . . please. . . don't. . ."

"Did you show it off to your boyfriends?" he inquired.

"Noooo. . . never. . . never. . ."

"To your son?" he insisted, and a sudden blush on her face made him sure he had hit the target. "Aaaaahhhh. . . the little perv. . . he likes to ogle at mommy. . . let's give him a surprise!" And, with that, he started wrapping the micro bikini bottom around her hips.

"What. . . what are you doing?" she asked; but John, with expert hands, had already knotted the strings on her sides.

"Okay, lil one! Ready for dinner!" He turned her around, palmed her ass cheeks for some seconds, just to check the smoothness and roundness of the twin globes, then he made them wobble and tremble erotically, under a couple of open hand slaps.

She let out two high squeals, but he didn't care.

"Come to daddy, little one!" he told her, and, rapaciously, he scooped her up.

Carol did not try to writhe: she let him carry her like a child in his massive arms. Because she had no chance with that gigantic stud, who could crush her easily to unconsciousness with only one swipe of his huge strong hand. 

It was an exciting feeling, for him, to handle the small, but voluptuous body of the mature woman. Her soft, ivory-white skin and her ripe flesh, both of them openly offered in her nakedness, urged him to satiate his lust from that beauty.

He started kissing and licking her upper arms, neck and shoulders, then his tongue explored and slobbered on the damp recess of her left armpit, before tracing its way over the velvety surface of her underarm and tit. He nuzzled in her exquisite tenderness, voraciously capturing one pink, hard nipple between his lips.

"Ooohhhh. . . ooohhh!!" she yelled, when he pulled on her bud, stretching the heavy boob away from her chest.

Carol was very sensitive on her breasts and many times she had cum, just by their manipulation. Now, the expert treatment she was getting from that hunk of a young male was driving her to a state of pain mixed to pleasure; her moans and giggles increased, as John opened wide his lips and most of her left tit-flesh was swallowed in his large, sucking mouth.

He switched from one boob to the other one: both her stiff long nipples throbbed, under his oral stimulation. He kissed all over her upper body, before moving to her belly, where he found and playfully licked her joy button.

She felt like being a prey, conquered and devoured by her predator: just there, held up in the air by his strong arms, pushed against his hairy chest. 

John had never toyed, before entering the Blum's house, such a delightful, diminutive milf, like Carol. She was small, fleshy and all eatable; she was a peach-skinned body, filled with malleable jelly. And her high pitched screams of fear and joy were sweet music to his ears.

His cock throbbed in his pants, stretching the cloth obscenely: a mountain of meat, ready to explode into a river of thick cum, like a geyser.

But now it was time for dinner. His friends were waiting for him and for the gift he was carrying in his arms: the hot Mrs. Blum, dressed in that micro thong, which barely covered her shaven pussy and nothing more. He was bringing them the sexiest waitress ever seen.

The two of them were in front of the entrance door. Carol's yells had been certainly heard by the guys inside.

"Okay, little child," John said, raising his mouth from her wet body and bouncing her, up and down, a couple of times, like a puppet. "You've had enough, for the moment. I'll fuck you later, in your marital bed; and the perv son will witness the most erotic sight of his life: his big boobed mommy banged by the biggest cock she's ever known!"

"Oh my god," she thought in her mind. "Another night of sex with this monster hunk of meat! How will Scott react?"

John entered the dining room, still holding his human doll up. Her son and Nick were there.

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Now the Chapter continues with the narration (present tense)from Scott, Carol's watching son.

John's huge frame stands on the room's threshold. 

"Hey, boys, watch the doll I'm carrying!!" he shouts, with a large smile through his face. Mom looks like a little shrimp, in his powerful arms.

The group of bastards, headed by this mountain of muscles, has invaded my house twenty-four hours ago, and during all this time mom has been used and manhandled by them like a flesh toy. Especially her tits, always exposed in their full glory, excite the libidinous desires of these brutes, who grope and maul, freely and repeatedly, at any occasion, her ripe heavy melons, and let her loose unimaginable orgasms, after multiple fucking sessions.

The sight of John cradling carrying mom all around, from room to room, as though she is his little child, has become familiar to me; and I have discovered, to my own surprise, that I am no more jealous: my mom is still the object of my incestuous fantasies, but the sexual use of her healthy body by these voracious studs makes me horny, makes my dick hardening like never before, in my life.

"Holy shit!!" Nick exclaims, with a whistle. "What a tasty morsel for our dinner! Show her off, pal! I want to get a better look of this hottie!"

"Okay, Nick! Watch, now!!" And John stretches his arms, raising mom up, with no effort at all. He wiggles her in the air, supporting her body with his hands: one under her back, the other one grasping her crotch like a bowling ball. Her face is only a couple of inches from the ceiling.

"Ohhhh! Wooowww!! Bounce her around, man!" Nick says excitedly. "I want to see these milky boobs all wobbling like jellies!!"

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . the baby's ours. . . all ours!!" John knows very well how to have fun with a little pixie like mom. And he makes her shriek, when he spins her about, then up and down, as though she is a weightless doll.

My dick swells, as I watch mom roughly played: a small, curvaceous brunette in her fifties, wildly manipulated and toyed by a strong, dominant, brutal giant in his early twenties.

When John decides to stop pumping his human barbell up and down, he lowers mom to his head level and kisses her: first on her mouth, then on the silken skin of her heavily breathing boobs.

"You're daddy's child, little one; you belong to me! Okay?" Another kiss, kind of bite, on one long nipple, which sways enticingly, as soon as he removes his lips from it.

"This chick is no more your father's wife, she's my girlfriend, my fiancée, my little child!" he says, approaching me; mom is still in his arms, her naked breasts on display, like a pair of juicy, suckable melons. 

"D'you want to have a better view of this bimbo?" Without waiting my answer, he carries her to the dining table and arranges her on her feet, in the middle of the desk.

And finally all of us, including Tom who has come from the kitchen, we can have a full vision of mom: she is all naked, except for a miniature piece of cloth, wrapped around the bottom part of her well shaped body.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh. . ." the two blacks shout out, with delight. 

"My cock can't wait to plunge into this oldie!" one of them exclaims. 

"And lick out her nectar!" echoes the second one. 

"Surprised, dude?" John asks me, with a devilish laugh.

Of course I am surprised! Mom is wearing the micro thong I bought for her; the micro thong she secretly put on, when we were alone at home and we had fun around and inside the swimming pool.

It's like John has read my mind. "You wanted the sexy mommy only for you, little brat! But now she's in our hands and we can do her! Anyhow and anytime we want! Okay?" Then he reaches out and playfully snaps his finger inside the small patch of mom's thong, to pull it off, before letting it return to its position over her crotch. 

"Nice flesh!!" he exclaims, smacking her luscious ass globes with a couple of slaps that make her gasp and whimper like a little puppy.

"This chick, here, is sweet and tasty, like an apple pie!" Nick says, grasping mom, pawing at her breasts and sucking them greedily into his mouth. 

Then he puts her on the floor and "Go to the kitchen, baby, and bring us the food!" he exclaims. "Today you are honoured to serve us! To be our waitress!" And he emphasises his command with a hard slap across her naked butt.

Mom lets out a high pitched scream and runs to the kitchen, one of her palms over the hit flesh of her ass. 

I am astonished. Never, in my thoughts, I had figured my mother so submissive to the desires of a group of eager, young strangers. 

Now we are all seated around the desk. 

"We are the hungry clients in a topless bar!" John says dramatically. "And our waitress is ready to show us her mammaries!"

"Let bounce these babies for us, Carol!" he exclaims, when mom comes back from the kitchen, with some dishes in her hands.

She puts the plates on the table and this movement makes her breasts jiggle in front of us. Before she sits on her chair, John grabs her by her waist and pulls her into his lap.

"Here, sweetie! To your daddy, lil one!" His laughter echoes throughout the room. 

And mom takes her own food, staying on his thighs, like a little baby. She lets him play her tits and upper arms with a free hand, while he uses the other one to eat.

"Hey, pal, don't be greedy," Nick claims "let the baby have fun with all of us!" "Okay, guys!!" John grins. "Did you hear, shorty?" His fingertip is tracing soft circles around her nipple, over the wrinkled skin of the areola. "You're our servant! Hurry up and do what my friends want!!" 

A last slap on one dangling boob, then John pushes her toward his companions. 

Mom is totally obedient to her captors. Meek like a lamb, she serves them drinks and goodies, she lets them take any kind of liberties with her body. Her white unblemished skin, fully exposed except for the wisp of cloth around her pubes; her diminutive older frame passed on from one to other huge young black man; her soft moans; the erotic sounds of her manhandled flesh. All of that turns the scene into a crescendo of excitement and animal lust. 

I can't help stroking my dick through my shorts, especially when I see the two studs coercing mom to drink wine from their own glasses. I know that she can't stand alcohol and quickly she becomes drunk.

In fact, she is a rag doll, now; and her voice slurs, when Nick gathers her from Tom's arms and puts her on his lap. He bends his head down and he playfully smells her armpits, before giving her a licking bath of saliva all over her smooth upper body: shoulders, arms, armpits, neck, under arms and boobs.

"Oooohhhh. . . oooohhhh. . . stop. . . stop. . . you're eating me. . . you can't. . . " she pleads for mercy.

Of course, Nick does not stop: he is too much sunk in his pleasure.

"Christ. . . how tasty you are, baby!!" he says, in between his slurps and suckles. "This old chicken is so juicy! I'd suck on her flesh till tomorrow!"

His teeth close around one pink nipple and tug at it, making her tit sway back and forth on her chest. Then he shifts to the second breast. 

Mom's squeals fill the room. The man has full dominance over her. 

Delicious sight! I feel waves of arousal spread through my body.

"My turn, pal!!" Tom's booming voice resounds in the room, as he approaches the couple and without hesitation takes my helpless mom up in his black huge arms.

"Little pet! Little little pet!" he exclaims, squeezing her body against him. His lips push hardly at hers and his grasping palms rummage her white flesh; mom squirms, letting stifled moans escape her throat.

"Now you're my toy, mistress Blum!" he yells in her ear, sucking on her neck, till her skin is marked with a red love bite.

"Aaaaahhhhh. . . " she screams, but nothing can stop him; his lips have found the way to her round shoulder and then to the hairless armpit: the erotic sound of his devouring wet mouth over her creamy smooth immaculate body joins with mom's girlish like squeals.

"Bimbo loves the big boy!" John winks at me and laughs hard. 

It's true. Her little hands try to push away Tom's head from her nudity, but she is far too weak to be a match for this solid mass of muscles. And, after all, the young black is a handsome Adonis who well knows how to please and tease his woman: in few time mom has completely yielded herself to his lustful assault.

Sometimes he enjoys tugging at the strings of her micro thong, without removing it from her hips: mom is nothing more than a little toy in the hands of these hunks.

Now she is sitting at the table, on Tom's lap. She eats and drinks. He pours her gin tonic and she is visibly on the way to get inebriated, but before the damage is done, he stops: because he wants her well conscious of his cock inside her hole, when he will decide to fuck her.

"Jeezz. . ." he exclaims, fondling her twin milky globes and moving them up and down, in his palms. "These yummies are soft and firm, just made for my mouth!"

Then, abruptly, he drops her from his thighs and, with a vigorous slap across her right buttock, "Bring up some ketchup and mayonnaise, slut!" he orders. 

And mom, obediently, trots off to the kitchen: her tits, like two balloons, bob and jiggle erotically on her naked chest.

When she comes back, with two tubes in her hands, Tom stands up from the chair, takes mom up by her waist and carries her to a large couch. 

She is sitting beside him, and he is clutching, again, one big boob with his hand, making her groan in pain.

"You licked and sucked milk from these mams, didn't you?" he tells me. But he doesn't wait for my answer, because he continues: "Now watch what I'm doing to your mom!"

Nick, too, has come to the couch. She is in the middle of them: a diminutive female and two huge males, whose ravenous gazes and wandering hands clearly show their lust. 

"Look how these little cocks are pointing out!!" Tom says, caressing her nipples: first one, then the other one. 

"Yeah!!" Nick replies. "Much more than one inch! My lips can't wait to play with these toys!"

"Okay, pal, I'll serve you!" Tom's laughter echoes in the room. "What d'you prefer? Ketchup or mayonnaise?" And he shows his friend the two tubes.

"Ketchup!!" Nick says, taking one tube. 

Tom is pushing mom's arm against the back of the couch with one hand, while with the other hand he spreads the mayonnaise over her large areola. The sauce spurts in a long uninterrupted stream, across the rosy wrinkled skin; he is decorating the fleshy melon, as though he is moving a brush over a palette. When the areola is done, he looks with satisfaction at his work: the pink nipple is sticking out provocatively from her sprayed, gorgeous tit and he snaps it a couple of times with the back of his finger, like a little boy is playing with a marble. Then he fully covers the hard prominent nub with the yellow cream; the last target of the remaining stuff is the mole on the edge of her breast.

Nick has worked the second tit in a different way: he has lathered the tomato ketchup all over the right boob, which is now fully covered, including nipple, by a coat of red sauce.




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"Wooowww!!" Tom exclaims, gluing his lips to mom's and kissing her for one long minute.

"Yummy. . . yummy. . . " Nick says, looking at her sauce-plastered globes and rubbing her belly button and white tummy with meaty fingers. "A yummy, little, old chick!" he laughs and caresses her abdomen. 

Then he slides his hand under the small thong patch that covers her cunt and he strokes the bald, succulent pubes with low, experienced motions.

He knows how to play a woman's vagina. He uses mom at his pleasure and she is losing any resistance. 

"You like your boobs sucked, don't you, baby?" Tom asks her. But she can't answer: Nick's invading fingers on her pussy are flipping her clit, and she can only murmur soft incomprehensible words.

Tom repeats "You like being sucked by a guy on these big boobies! You love it, don't you, little slut?" till mom replies "Yes" in a low voice.

"Louder, mistress Blum! Louder! Let your son know how much his mom loves her titties licked and played!" A hard slap on her cheek follows these words.

"Yes. . . yes. . . I love my tits sucked. . . ohhhh goooodddd. . ." Nick has pulled the clit out of its hood and he rolls it between his fingertips.

"Louder!" Tom insists.

"Yes! Yes! I love my tits sucked!" she cries.

"And you have let your boyfriends suck your boobs, didn't you, baby?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Many of them! Right?" In the meantime, Nick has increased the clit's manipulation.

"Yes. . . yes. . . ooohhh. . . ooohhh. . . many. . . guys. . . sucked my tits!!"

"And your son, too! Right?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Every day?"

"Yes! Yes!"

I am blushing at these words. Because it's true: every day I used to play with mom's tits, every day I denuded her boobs and licked them. 

"And have you ever had two guys sucking and licking on your beautiful melons at once, lil one?" Tom insists. 

"Noooo. . . never. . . never!!" mom exclaims.

"Okay, Carol, now you're going to a new experience!! Two men on your big melons at the same time! A double tonguing, baby! A double sucking on your sweet titties!! Come on Nick, put your mouth on these puppies and help me to give'em a good cleaning!!"

"Lemme help you, too, my friends!!" John's voice booms from behind. He is on the backside of the couch and his hand grasps tightly both mom's wrists, pulling her arms up, over her head. Her white armpits and underarms are in full view.

"Thank you, pal," Tom and Nick say. Mom is held in place by the white giant, while the two black guys move their hands, freely, over her body.

"Suck these babies, you two!" John exclaims. "I'm preparing the little bimbo for another meal!"

Now he gets some jam out of a pot on the near desk and spreads it into the clean, soft hollow of one of mom's hairless armpits, until the delicious cavity is thoroughly filled with the sweet substance. Then he proceeds in the same way with the second armpit.

Mom squirms helplessly under the tickling touch. And she yells "noooooo!!" when the two eager blacks bury their faces simultaneously into the exposed succulent offer of her boobs.

Like a couple of voracious wolves, they lick, suck and slobber all over the married titflesh of their captured prey: Tom on one side, Nick on the other side. 

She squeals as the aggressive lips move over her breasts, over her nice skin, over her sensitive nipples. They cup and lift the tasty melons from the bottom and take them to their mouths, like eating a pair of fresh exotic fruits. Two tongues lap at her sauce-covered areolae; two lips are in search of her little mole under the yellow eatable "paint", as another couple of lips rolls one nipple with eagerness and zest; two mouths are running back and forth over her pillowy roundness.

They feast on her naked chest and now her squeals become giggles of delight; she can't suppress her pleasure, when both her naturally long nipples harden and swell under the touch of their lips; she whines like a child when the two guys, at the same time, flick and bite her engorged buds.

She is trapped in the couch, between the three of them. John, on her back, holds her wrists over head, caressing her upper arms, shoulders and neck with the free hand, while Tom and Nick, both bent over her torso, work on her boobs.

"Are you excited, boy?" John asks me, with a lascivious smile on his face.

Yes, I am excited at the sight of a mature little woman (my mom) who lets some younger big guys have their way with her practically naked body. My cock has grown fully erect under my shorts.

Now all the sauce has been scooped and swallowed off her breasts by the ravishing mouths: her lovely chest is glistening in the wet saliva from the devastating treatment.

"Nice job, pals!" John exclaims, fondling one quivering tit in his palm. "Clean and tender!!" His finger flicks the nipple and his teeth sink in the inviting flesh of her upper arm. Then, satisfied by the delicious mouthful, he clicks his tongue and winks at me. 

"She's my little baby!" his voice is soft, but a grin crosses his face. "Keep it in your mind and don't forget, boy! This little thing of your mommy is my fucking pet, my fucking toy! A married little doll, a juicy ripe peach, to be eaten by all the company! And by you, at the end!!"

"Your melons taste good, mistress Blum!" Nick says, looking in the eyes of my fully dominated mom. 

"A delicious food!!" And the room resounds with his vicious slap across the white hill of her bobbing jug.

"Like handfuls of jelly!" Another slap on the second tit follows.

John is right. Indeed my moaning mom is a small toy in the hands of these big studs: a plaything, a doll, made just to fulfil their lustful desires.

"Boobs are done!" Tom is laughing. "But momma can serve us some more titbits, here!" And he put a finger over one of her exposed armpits, tracing a way over the jam-coated skin.

"Help yourselves to this sweetness!" John exclaims, still pinning her wrists in his hand, while the two blacks plunge their faces into the soft hollows. A double treatment of sucking, tasting, kissing, licking and biting starts. Their tongues and lips run all over the wonderful texture of mom's womanly flesh.

The natural salty aroma of her skin, mixed to the marmalade's taste, drive them crazy. Their tongues explore, back and forth, with wild passion, the soft, smooth recess of her armpits. The lewd slurping sounds from their hungry mouths and the ringing moans of "Ooooohhhh. . . oh goddddd. . . ohhhh myyyy. ." from her throat increase the level of lust of the erotic performance.

"The baby is ready for some cocks" Nick and Tom nearly say in unison. And both of them stand up and tear off their shorts, letting a pair of hard, thick, intimidating tools jump out fiercely in the air.

"Ohhhh. . . please. . . please. . .don't. . " mom tries to get off her position on the couch, but John is holding firmly her wrists.

"Where d'you want to go, lil one?" And with that he stands up and effortlessly lifts her up, three feet off the floor, with the help of only one hand, letting her dangle like a rag doll, facing away.

"Can you see my little girlfriend, Scott?" he asks me, laughing sadistically, as his free hand lands, with a resounding impact of flesh on flesh, against the round tight globe of her right ass cheek.

Jeeeeeezzz. . . Yes. . Yes I can see. . . I can see very well. . . and I can hear very well the smacking sound of his slaps, together with mom's imploring words.

"Nnnnnnoooooo. . . pleeeeeeease. . . ohhhh god. . . ssstooop!!!" she yells, and my cock grows hard, at the super erotic scene of my helpless little mom, brutalized by this huge dominant stud.

Smack!!. . . on her left buttock. . . Smack!!. . . on her right buttock again. . Smack!! . . . Smack!! 

His hits are not really hard. John doesn't want to ruin his precious human toy. He wants just to humiliate her. . . and me. He wants to show us who is the boss, the master, the owner of this succulent married body: so small, but so appetizing, so well shaped, so smooth and cute, despite her fifty-two years of age.

"Okay, lil one!! It's enough, for the moment! Let's have some cuddles!" And in a quick motion, he flips her up, like a weightless thing, cradling her in his strong arms, as though he is manoeuvering a teen baby.

Mom gasps at the sudden action, but when he starts walking her gently, like a petite trophy, across the room, her vocals become more soft. She moans, now; she gazes up at him with wide eyes of total submission. She loves the feeling of his hands on her skin, the touch of his lips on her fully exposed tits, the light bites he is placing over the bottom sides of her large boobs. 

She accepts, with pleasure, to be rocked by this young giant, who enjoys to play the daddy role. From the instant he came into our house, my middle aged mom has become his "child", and I have lost the count of how many times he has scooped her up and manhandled her soft fleshy body in his sinewy arms. And his companions are not from less. Always cradled up by one of them like a little baby, or with her legs wrapped around a huge body, they have never let her feet touch the ground. They enjoy to carry her across the large house, from room to room, like hunters who have finally found and taken the desired prey. 

"A little hot thing like you can't stay without some well hung bull who puts her in bed every day: any hole of your luscious, fresh and fleshy body needs to be regularly fucked by some big cock!" John booms out.

Now he is in front of me, proudly showing mom to my excited face.

"Isn't she a tasty bimbo, boy?" he asks me. "Isn't she a gorgeous doll?"

"Yes. . . yes. . . she's!" I can't avoid to admit.

Mom is really a little pixie. Her breasts are beautiful, big and round like a pair of succulent melons; her nipples are stiff and crinkled; and her mammaries are enhanced by her slender waist and short height. 

She lets him take and carry her in his arms, clad in a minuscule thong, that hides only the few square inches around her hairless outer lips and clit. 

In the same way, when we were alone at home, I used carry her around the poolside and inside the pool, enjoying the lustful sight of her jiggling curves and the silky feeling of her ripe flesh. The same thong covered her pubes: a micro triangle of cloth, that was the most erotic ornament of her white, smooth, unblemished nudity. 

Still held up in the air, she lets him lick the adorable roundness of her offered boobs.

And I remember how soft these boobs are. I remember when, at home, I was catching her and, ignoring her feeble protests and struggles, I undressed her off her sleeveless blouse. Most of the times she didn't wear a bra, so her tits tumbled out immediately, in all their glory, calling for the eager attention of my mouth and hands.

Now she is getting the same attention from John's lapping lips, but I'm not jealous. I'm watching, with hornyness, a small female (forgetting she is my mother), fully controlled by a large male, who takes any liberties with her delicious body. She has totally lost any of her previous authority: she is the compliant slave of this mountain of meat, who drives her entirely to his sadistic will.

She giggles, under the devastating effect of his wet mouth over her milky orbs. And when he plants a loud kiss on her belly button and, finally, on the delicate roundness of her soft tummy, she lets out a slight shriek, kind of a laugh ending in a suffocated moan.

"My cow!" he exclaims, raising his head from her body. "My obedient little cow!" "Aren't you my little cow, mistress Blum?"

And because mom is silent, he insists, bouncing her in his arms, like a child. "Aren't you my little cow, mistress Blum? Don't you want to be fully milked by my strong hands, like a big titted cow?" 

Mom's boobs wobble on her chest, like two swollen balloons.

"Tell your daddy, mistress Blum: who is my fucking cow?"

And finally mom replies. "I. . . I'm you cow. . . daddy. . . " she murmurs.

"Good girl, mistress Blum! And you're gonna see how much you like being my cow and being milked by your daddy, in front of your horny son! And fucked, like the slutty bitch you are!"

I am close to squirt. Right here, in my shorts.

Nick and Tom don't lose time. Together, they remove their shorts, and two horse-sized cocks spring out free, slapping the air, before poking out straight, in front of their bellies.

"Show us the kitten, John! Put her on the table!" Nick says. 

"Okay, my friend!" John complies and, holding mom with only one arm, he removes some stuff from the desk, before depositing her on it, in a standing up position, facing away, her front exposed to us.

"Look, Tom," Nick says to his companion "our kitten is on stage!"

"Yeah," Tom replies "and I want to hear her meows under my tool!" 

Now, in her position, mom's eyes are at the same level of John's. But what a sight! She is so short, compared to her giant captor, whose feet are flat on the floor! It's like to see a pocked sized Venus taken by a mythological monster. The legs of the table fully display the large difference between the two heights: her four ten versus his seven four.

"Grab my neck, baby!" he orders; and she obeys, wrapping her tiny hands around his neck from behind, thus allowing her swollen breasts to thrust enticingly toward us.

He slides one finger of his right hand inside the micro patch of her thong and wiggles it around, while a finger of his left hand plays joyfully with the little mole on her tit. 

Mom gasps and moans, under the double titillation: "Ooooooohhhhhhh. . . myyyyy. . . ooooohhhhh!!!" Her curvaceous body sways and jerks, her boobs wobble and jiggle, making her nipples point out proudly, hard and erect.

I can't help to stroke my dick back and forth, through my shorts. 

"Look, pal, the mommy has forgotten her bra!" Tom exclaims in a loud laugh. "And this makes happy her son!" 

"That's wrong, my friend!" John replies. "She's got a bra!!" Both his hands come up around her breasts, swallowing them in his huge, cupped palms. Mom giggles.

"You love it, child, don't you?" He tells her, excitedly. "How d'you feel with your daddy's big hands around your little perky titties?"

This is too much! It's the first time I hear someone say that mom's tits are little.

Ha ha ha ha!!! The two blacks break into loud laughters.

John wants to demonstrate that my mom has been fully tamed by him; that the former arrogant housewife has been transformed by him into his private sex doll, for his only use and abuse.

Now, in front of everybody, he rubs her bare boobs, handling them roughly and vigorously, even slapping them repeatedly, teasing and tweaking the nipples between fingers and thumbs, tugging at them, till she squeals out in pleasure. 

I am staring in amazement at my manipulated mom, at her squirms and moans. I am really happy to see her helpless in the hands of this young hunk, who owns his much older prey and can submit her to him, without inhibitions.

I'm happy, and my cock too! And ready to explode.

Nick approaches the couple. Fully naked, he grabs mom around her waist and pulls her to him, disengaging her from John's embrace.

"I can't wait!" he yells, now. "This little old thing deserves some young meat!" And mom is transferred from John's embrace into Nick's sinewy arms: a small, white, clean body, fully cradled like a baby by a huge, hard, dominant black stud.

"I can open you like a fig, little chick!" Nick exclaims, and stifles her feeble moans with a deep kiss on her mouth.

"Let's go outside!" he says, raising his lips from hers. "Let's have a pool game, little mommy Carol! I love to feel your wet, smooth skin against mine, when I fuck you on my dong!"

"And I'll follow you!" Tom's voice echoes in the room.

Nick has put mom on his shoulder and, with playful smacks on her butt, he walks to the door.

"Don't worry, boy," he says to me, before getting out. "Mom is in good hands. I'll take good care of her pussy!" And, turning his head to her ass, he plants a little bite and a loud kiss on one of her soft round buns.

She giggles girlishly, kicking her legs in the air.

No doubts: mom is his. The wine, the caresses, the boobs sucking, the treatment she has got from John have finally overcome any resistance from her. Now she is ready to be dominated by the black stud, who carries her like a doll; she is ready to accept everything.

Now I am in John's lap. My shorts are on the floor, with a large sticky spot on the cloth. Yes, because when I saw Nick carrying mom to the backyard, followed by Tom who shouted, like crazy, "Fucking time. . . fucking time. . . the bimbo is ours. . . she's all ours!" I couldn't help to shoot my load all over myself. 

Then, feeling as though I was drunk, I let John grab me by an arm and walk me to the couch, tore off my filthy shorts and sit me on his thighs.

His big hand caresses my dick.

"Nice cock, Scott!" he tells me. "Carol loves it, does'n she?"

He has said "Carol": he is talking of mom as a piece of his property. 

And because I don't reply, he continues. "Sure she liked, when she sucked it, there, in the bathroom! Indeed she was hungry, when swallowed all that seed!"

"Yes, John, yes, it was so. . . so. . ." I miss the word.

"So depraved, you want to say, don't you?" he helps me. My cock is in his palm, he is stroking my shaft.

"And it makes you horny, when you see Carol all naked and cradled like a baby by me and my friend!" His fingers are rubbing the skin of my crotch. "She's so short and light! But those boobs! So big and juicy! I'd play with them all the time!"

"Yes. . . yes. . . mom is a babe! A hot bimbo! Her boobs are so huge and bouncy! She's so short. . . and you're so tall. . . so strong. . . oooohhhhh!" he has cupped my balls and he is fondling them gently.

"Carol is my girlfriend, but I can share her!" his voice is soft. "Now my buddies are fucking her, but later on I'll let you too do her mini pussy!!"

Whatever the reason, his words aren't making me feel nervous. And when he leans forward and starts licking the head of my member, I groan and sigh. First mom, then myself: this giant of a man well knows how to dominate his victims. He played with mom's tits like they were his toy, and now he plays in the same way with my cock.

His mouth slides down my shaft until all of it disappears inside him. 

Back and forth, back and forth: he is working me so well I am again on the verge of cumming.

"Think to Carol, boy!" he tells me, finally freeing my cock from his jaws and letting it bounce in the air, stiff and hard like stone.

"Think of her big boobs and round ass cheeks, boy; think of her gorgeous white flesh my black friends are sucking and pawing; think of her tiny pussy filled with every inch of those monster tools; think. . . ." he continues, but I can't hear him. 

The sight of my small, lovable mom, all mauled by those brutes, is fully impressed in my mind, when I come. 

I come and come: hardly, so hardly like I wouldn't have ever figured; large shot of jizz spurt out of my cock and hit John's face; my body is orgarming; I am convulsing and spasming; and when I stop cumming, I fall, completely limp and done, in John's arms.

Ten minutes later (or more: I have lost all idea of time) I am regaining full consciousness of myself. I am resting on a large chair, where evidently John has carried me; he is quietly smoking on the couch.

Giggles and high squeals, mixed with hearty laughs and water's splashes, can be heard from the backyard.

"My friends make the little baby play the pool games; and she loves it! Good girl! When I'll get her again in my hands, I'll give her a good time!"

I get up from the chair and I walk toward the door.

"D'you want to watch them?" John asks.

"Yes, John! They left more than one hour ago. I want to see what happens now!"




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 07



"Me too! And I want to rescue the little one, before those savages devour her alive!"

When we arrive to the poolside, the sight is the following. Under the light of the floodlights, which illuminate the darkness of the night, mom is swimming, alone, in the large pool, while the naked Tom walks around the edge, looking with interest at her.

Nick sits on a lounge, with apparent air of indifference. He, too, is naked.

After moving back and forth in the water for some minutes, mom exits the pool via the ladder. When she looks at Tom, who stands on the far side, she is still not aware of our presence.

"Am I a good swimmer? Did you enjoy it?" she asks, with a large smile.

"Yeah, hottie! Come here, I want to see you better!" he exclaims.

And she slowly walks to him. She is totally naked: the two men have removed from her luscious body the last vestige of clothing, which barely covered her totally hairless pussy. But where is the thong? I don't see it.

"D'you like what you see, big boy?" she says in a delicious teasing way, stopping at about three, four meters from Tom, hands on hips and her ample boobs thrust forward. 

"Yeah! And I want to feel you again against my cock!" and in two bounds, before mom can move, he reaches her, circles her tiny waist with one arm and lifts her off the ground, over his head.

"Stop!!! Stop!!!" she yells. "Haven't you had enough, for today? My pussy and tits are sore! Put me down!"

"Not yet enough with your married, older, little body, sweetie!" She is cradled in his arms, now, like a baby, while he carries her across the poolside, her arms wrapped around his neck.

When he arrives in front of us, he shows mom to me, like a trophy, then he licks hungrily one nipple and the areola's sensitive flesh. She squeals in surprise and delight.

"Lucky boy!" he says to me. "Your mommy is a talented nasty slut! She loves getting fucked by the big ones! And she moans like a bitch in heat!" 

He stops at the edge of the pool, still holding up his prey. Then, after a brief look around, he jumps with her in the water. 

He moves to the shallow end, where he picks her out of the water, over his head, and throws her around. She screams and giggles, her lovely butt up in the air, her delicious boobs bouncing and flopping in every direction.

Then, easily as though he is handling a weightless package, the black stud flings my white mom into the water, more than three meters far from himself, toward the center of the pool. Mom's bare ninety-five pounds of exquisite flesh fly through the air, and she lets out a high pitched shriek, before hitting the liquid surface with a big splash. Our backyard is far enough from any other property, that no screaming can be heard by anyone in the neighbourhood; if not, she is so loud that someone might fear for a possible crime.

When mom emerges from the water, she splutters and fights for her breath; she tries to swim to the edge, but Tom is faster. He dives under the water and when he surfaces, mom is again in his arms, head to head. He kisses her on the mouth, then he carries her to an area where he can put his feet on the floor. He stops when the water level reaches his chest. But mom is much shorter than him: he tells her something and she wraps her hands around his neck. Tom's hands are not visible, now: it's evident that he is working on her body, underwater. 

He slowly proceeds again to the shallow end, while the air is filled with his hearty laughs and her feminine squeals of delight, which become louder and more prolonged, when he starts to bounce her up and down, like a little hot rag doll.

Mom is moaning joyfully, she tosses her head from side to side: clearly the young stud has invaded her hole with his huge tool, and now he is pistoning her body.

"Dude, your big titted mom is a cock hungry bimbo!" he shouts toward me. "How long since you haven't given her what she deserves? Nick and I we've just pounded her twice and she still chirps and cheeps like a little chick on my dong!" 

He lifts her completely out of the water, by her hips, showing her off to everybody. All of us we are enchanted by the sight of her naked delicious buttocks: a couple of round fleshy globes he is making wiggle and shake erotically. He swings her wet small frame, back and forth, as she moans and squeaks playfully.

"Don't worry, chick, I'm giving soon your food!" he tells mom.

He kisses and licks one oscillating boob. "These babies make me crazy. I'd eat on them all the time!" he exclaims.

"Haaaahhhh Tom, feels soooo gooood!!" mom yells. She's not embarrassed, she seems to forget that we are watching; Tom has driven her over the edge. 

"Listen, boy?" he tells me again. "You must give these toys all the attention they need! She loves it!!" He puts a gentle bite on her nipple, then his mouth shifts to the second tit, and she wriths under his hard sucking.

Mmmmmmmmmm!" she groans, as he buries his lips into her aroused flesh.

"Deep on your pussy, now! Take it all, wifey! Your sluttie body's mine, all mine, for whatever I want to do with it!" And abruptly he slams her down.

"Ohhhhhhh. . . gaaaawwwwwdddd...ohh....mmmmm. . . " mom cries. 

"Shiiiitttt!!! So great!!!!" Tom yells. "What a cunt! You've got the tight twat of a teenager!!!" He is skewering her under the water, now. He is punishing her with his powerful thrusts, and mom is gasping in extasy at each slap of his muscular frame.

"Oooohhhh. . . you're. . . big. . . big. . . ooohhh. . . you're driving me. . . crazy. . . your dick. . . is fuuuucking. . . meeeee!!!"

"I'm all inside you, bitch! All inside your cuckolding cunt!!"

"Oooohhh. . . yessss!!! Fuck me. . . please. . . do it. . . do whatever you want to me!!"

"I make you cuckold your son. . . right now!!"

"Oooohhhh. . . you son of a bitch. . . I'm gonna cuuuuummmm. . ." she sobs.

"You want to cuckold your son, don't you, little whore? He's watching. . . here. . . he watches mom's slutty games!" 

"Nooooo. . . don't talk like this. . ooohhhh. . . myyyyy. . . gooodddd. . . . . uhhhhhhh. . . cumming soon. . ."

"You cum, baby. . . yeeeessss. . . on my big tool!" Another pair of thrusts, then he insists: "Tell him, bitch, tell your son that you're cuckolding him with a big cock. Tell him, or I'm pulling my cock away from your pussy! Tell him, little one!" 

It's true! My cheating mommy lets herself be fucked, repeatedly and savagely, by this horny animal, just before my eyes. 

I am at the edge of the pool and I can clearly see her desperate and lustful gaze, I can hear her mumbling words: the words of a sex starved female who is fully dominated by her unstoppable desire to try this cock into her intimate recesses. 

"Yeah. . . yeah. . ." she utters between rapid breaths "I'm fucking. . a big. . cock. . . forgive me, Scott. . . I'm. . . cuck. ol. ding you. . ." she whispers. 

"Louder! Louder!" Tom has no pity. 

"Yeeeessss. . . your mom is fucked. . . I cuckold you. . oooohhh. . . . what a big cock. . . it splits me in two!!!" she exclaims; and everybody can hear her loud voice.

"Come on, sweetie!" Tom says. "I want to taste your married snatch!" And with that he lifts her effortlessly, cupping her tender buttcheeks with his large hands. He drapes her well shaped thighs over his shoulders and pulls her close to his face. Mom is an obedient little thing, totally defeated, totally immersed in her pleasure: she lets him guide her in the way he wants. And her master darts his tongue in and out of her quivering dripping pussy.

He explores her wet sex tube and she screams. He flicks her aroused clit, sending waves and waves of joy throughout her raised body.

She's orgasming.

But Tom is not yet satisfied. He wants to play with the captured wife (my mom) till exhaustion.

Mom is no weight for this athletic young stud: he can move to the pool ladder and ascend it with his precious prey, firmly positioned against his body, without effort. His dick is jutting hard and erect from his crotch: the long, thick, arched, pulsating member of a mythological satyr, who is carrying a naked nymph.

When he stops, just before me, I can't believe my eyes and ears. My naked mom is a mass of trembling, squirming and convulsing flesh. Purrs, meows and moans are escaping her lips. This black Adonis has fully tamed the once proud, mature housewife and mother.

"You want a cock, don't you, bitch"? he asks, licking her bald pussy.

"Oooohhhh. . . mmmmmmmm. . ." she groans.

"Say I want a cock, babe! These words, little slut!!" he urges.

"Oooohhh. . . yes. . yes. . I want a cock. . . give me your cock!" she implores. 

"You've a honey-like nectar!" he says, running his lips over her open labia. He pushes his tongue further inside her folds and reaches her butt hole.

Mom squeaks.

He works for some minutes on her anus, making her cry of desire.

"Please. . . please. . . stop teasing. . . fill me. . . please. . .!!" she begs.

"Okay, little pet, take it all! Grease my tool with your oil!!" And, with a rapid, expert move of his solid arms, he lowers and slams her down, on his throbbing tool, which disappears, totally swallowed by her comfortable pussy. 

Mom is fully impaled, spitted like a piglet, in the poolside, just in front of me, her son, and the other two guys. 

"Aaaahhh,. . god. . . you're big!!!" she wails. "Soooo big, soooo full. . . in my belly. . . you fucking bastard!!"

The long shaft has filled her insides, and her legs are circled around his back, with eagerness, to give him full access to her. 

"Oooohhh, fuck me. . . fuck me hard. . . ahhhhh yeeeessss. . .!!" she hisses through her lips, ignoring everything around her, entirely concentrated on the thick invading muscle.

Tom increases his movement: now he fucks her brutally, with greedy stabs, ramming his cock deep into her stretched vagina, making her swollen, lightly sagging tits and upturned nipples jiggle and bounce. 

"Ooooohhhhh. . . you're driving me crazy. . . you big fucking stud. . . ohhhhhh. . . you make me cum. . . oooohhh yessssss!!!" mom gasps. 

She climaxes in series of hard spasms, and finally Tom, overwhelmed by the incredible sweet sensation of her malleable body, her screams of pleasure and her words of passion, explodes in a massive orgasm and in a torrent of cum in her receptive pussy. 

Now the torrid sex session is over. Tom has carried the semi conscious woman to a pool chair, where he sits with her. My tiny mom is fully cuddled in his large lap, like a little child. The contrast between his black muscular frame and her petite white body is frightening.

He has cupped the left tit and now he is gently fondling the beautiful orb, caressing the pliant silken skin with his fingers. His thumb flicks absently the pink nipple back and forth, as though it is a plaything, and sometimes he glides his hand on her upper arm, enjoying the feeling of the hot flesh.

"Wash the girl up, pal!" Nick orders from the couch. "I want her all clean for my turn!" 

"Okay, friend!" Tom says. Mom's lower body is a mess, all coated with male cum and her own juices. The black guy stands up and walks to the near cabin, cradling mom in his arms.

From outside I can hear the water running, Tom's loud laughs and mom's high squeals.

"Take it here, lil one!" he exclaims, after some minutes.

"Your finger. . . oooohhhh. . ." she gasps.

"My finger is washing your twat. . . yeeeessss. . . yeeesss, good girl, lemme do it again!!" 

And then: "Oooohhhh, that's fine! Now lemme dry you. . . these boobs. . . these cheeks. . . this pussy. . . these feets. . . okay, you're done, chick!!"

And Tom gets out of the cabin with mom settled on his shoulder.

"Where d'you want the girl, pal?" he asks to his black companion.

"Here! Put her down here!!" Nick, standing up, indicates the sun-mattress, on the backyard. 

And finally I can see mom's micro thong. Unbelievable! It is dangling from his neck!! Evidently, after having denuded mom of her last mini cloth, the equally naked Nick had put it, as a trophy, around his body.

"Face down!!" he instructs Tom how to lay mom on her new bed; and Tom obeys.

Now mom is turned on her tummy, while Nick kneels on the mattress, straddling her. He pours, from a small bottle, some lotion into his hands and starts to massage the back of her neck, the shoulders, the breast sides. His touch is gentle, sensual, relaxing. He spreads the lotion on the muscles of her arms; he makes circles on her upper back. Again and again. When his hands move down her sides, brushing the available portion of her breasts, she squirms and lets soft moans of pleasure from her throat. 

Slowly, he grips her tender ass cheeks and kneads them; his fingers trace a path, up and down, along the ass crack; he enters, from behind, her rear hole, the wet folds between her labia, the soaking pussy.

"Up, little babe!" he says; and mom raises her tummy, giving him full access to her secrets. The palm of his large hand disappears easily into her sex tunnel, while his thumb teases the sensitive clit.

She gasps, her cunt is convulsing in another orgasm, her liquids flood the mattress. In the silence of the summer night, only the squishing noises from her invaded sex hole and her joyful moans can be heard. What a wonderful sight!!

Then Nick massages the muscles of her fleshy thighs and legs; he lifts her feet, first one then the other one, and after an erotic sucking of her little toes, he complete on them the back portion of his treatment.

"Turn over, baby!" Nick exclaims. And mom, who is in heaven, turns over on her back, exposing shamelessly her gorgeous frontal body to his gaze.

Immediately he bends over and his tongue licks the sides of her breasts, first one, then the second one. 

God!! How much I loved to caress them!! Especially when I could feel on the tip of my finger the small mole, which emerges from her white smooth skin. 

Now mom's beautiful boobs are property of this huge black, who moves his devouring mouth in circles around her breasts, until his lips take her nipples. He engulfes each one in his mouth and sucks on it; his tongue swirls around them and flicks and teases the hard nubs, while his big hands start to gently caress the fleshy sides of her luscious globes. Her large tits are no more than a handful in his palms, but he doesn't squeeze them: he wants only to show a sign of possession. 

She notices the small bottle. 

"Where did you find it?" she asks.

"Here, in the cabin!"

"Ahhhh. . . yes. . . it's for my massages!"

"Who massages you?"

"Dave! My skilled masseur! He works at my gym."

"And he makes private massages here, for the big boobed old chick! Yeah?" he gives a light squeeze to her tits, causing a squeal from her. 

"Yes. . . sometimes he comes here!" she admits. 

Dave!!! The fucking bastard!!! I didn't know that mom invited him at home.

"And you love getting these milkers kissed and licked by him! Yeah?" Nick's black hands give a couple of soft slaps to her white orbs, making them jiggle enticingly.

"Ooooohhhhh. . . don't hurt me. . .!" she pleads.

"Tell me, little minx: how much he likes to lick and kiss your boobs?"

"Yes. . . yes. . . he likes. . . he says that my boobs are the best ones in the gym! And, may be, in the neighbourhood!"

This is true. All my friends always say that I am a lucky son, with a hot mom like mine, who is made to be sucked on her big mammaries.

"You busty oldie, I'm your masseur, now!" Nick laughs, smacking again the twin mams. "I can play your sexy body however I want!! And then I'll fuck this titmeat!" 

He lifts both her arms and spreads the soft lotion over her shaved armpits and her silken under arms, where he lingers on the tenderness of the delicious flesh; he works his way to her breasts, rubbing sides and bottoms, the wrinkled skin of the areolae and the erect peaks of the nipples.

Her moans are growing louder. Nick's large throbbing cock lays on her belly. 

The black stud bends his head and kisses mom's lips, tonguing the insides of her mouth for a long minute.

When he raises himself from her face, he pours lotion into her belly button and spreads it over her tummy and down, over her vee. He cups her labia with the palm of his hand, where her wetness mixes with the lotion. His fingers part her lips and move from the bottom of her slit to the aroused clit. He inserts two of them, then three, then four into her hole, while his thumb caresses the stiff bud. 

This massive guy is working mom's body with expertness: he handles her intimate flesh like she is his personal plaything. 

"Gawwwwwddd. . . oh gawwwddd. . . what you make me. . . my pussy. . . ooohh. .!"

She gasps, lifting her hands around his head, to pull him down to her chest. In half-a-hour mom is giving herself to a second man, after the fucking session with Tom.

"Okay, little lady!" Nick says, in a kind of protective tone. "You want some cock, don't you?"

"Please. . . please. . . I can't. . . oooohhh. . ." she is ready to cum.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . little wife. . . big Nick will satisfy you!" He clasps his mouth around her right nipple and pulls it hard.

"Aaaaahhhhh. . .!" she screams in pain, but the upward movements of her pelvis show off her arousement. 

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . your tits, Carol! You like your boobs fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, yes. . . do my tits, bastard, do them. . . make me cum. . .!" she is out of control, now.

"You can bet, oldie! I do your tits! Now! These ta tas are the best ones for a good fucking!" and, with that, he grasps her large globes, pushes them together and jams his tumescent member between the soft valley. 

"Uuuuhhhh. . . myyyyyy. . ." Her tiny hands are over his big ones, her small fingers dwarfed by his.

"I fuck your titties, slut, I fuck these hot melons!" he shouts. "You're made for fucking, lil one! An old white wife made just for fucking!" He pumps feverishly, letting his cock disappear from his view, all surrounded by the twin pillows of soft, slippery flesh.

"Gaaaaaawwwwwwddddd . . . aaaaahhhhhhh!" mom lets out a loud scream, as the twelve inches of Nick's horsecock sink relentless into the horizontal tunnel on her cleavage. And all hell has broken loose.

"GAWWWWDDDD, Nick, you are going to make mom cum again!!!" I can't help to exclaim. My body is in turmoil, when I'm looking up and I see the pure animal lust in the eyes of this brute. My loved Carol, my delicious mommy is about to give up another climax, under the furious assault on her succulent titties from the black stud. 

"Look! Look what she's doing!" Tom exclaims. Mom's new orgasm is coming in waves, letting her squirt a thick stream of cum.

"Baby's spurting a fountain, pals!" Tom is excited. And Nick has removed one hand from her left tit, in search of some juice from her pussy. 

Lucky boy! To our absolute delight, mom squirts again and the hot gush fills the palm of the man, who rubs clit and slit with her own cum. 

"Look what you have done to me, you bastard. . . in front of all. . . in front of my son. . ." mom cries, but she loves being treated this way, like a slut. 

"This hottie is full of honey! She squirts like a geyser!" Nick beckons to me, and both his hands cover again mom's boobmeat: the fun restarts. 

"So fucking good, you big meloned chick!" His huge member is fully enveloped by the soft cushions of her breasts. 

Mom giggles, now, like a horny schoolgirl. The long shaft is pumping the titflesh and its bulbous head peeps from the tunnel and hits her chin.

"I fuck your tits and you like it, don't you?" he asks.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . big hunk!"

"Shit, girl, I'm giving all to you! All my seed in your fucking mouth and what you can't gulp down. . . all over these bazooms!!" He speaks of mom like she is just his object of pleasure. 




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 07



His thick, long cock is walking back and forth into the soft and warm valley. When his huge balls hit the bottom side of her boobs, a couple of inches of his king-sized cock escapes the top of her cleavage, and his swollen dickhead points at her face. 

"Lick, bitch, lick it!!" Nick shouts.

And mom lets her tongue swirl around the menacing bulb and laps at the pre cum, which starts leaking from the big memmber.

The black stud slids back and forth, rhythmically, as mom purrs and coos, letting me know that she loves all this attention.

"Little slut!" he pushes further the head of his cock into her mouth. "You like being titty fucked, don't you? You can't get enough of this cock, huh?"

"Yeah, fuck them!" mom yells, when Nick gets out of her lips and moves again the fleshy tool between her mounds. 

"Fuck my tits, big guy! See how big they are! You like my big titties, don't you?"

"Yeah. . . yeah, dirty whore! Such big round tits on a small body like yours! Aren't you my old big boobed whore?"

"Yeeessss. . . I'm your old big boobed whore. . . fuck my tits harder with this huge thing, you perv bastard!"

"Yeah. . . yeah. . take it all, slut!" Nick has increased his movements. He is clearly getting close to spurt. "Aren't you my little old slut?"

"Yes. . .yes. . . your little. . . old. . . slut. . . am I good for you, big cocked fucker?"

"Damn, bitch, what a slut you are! So small, so hot, so sluttish!!!"

"Mmmmmmmm. . .!" mom moans, with Nick's meat in her mouth, her arms flailing in the air, his hands firmly grasping her mammaries.

And now, finally, he reaches the point.

"Oooohhhhhhhh. . . I'm gonna cum. . . I'm gonna cum. . in your mouth, bitch. . . eat my cum, bitch. . . you old fucking wifey. . ." 

He explodes and she swallows. He shots his thick load in her throat and she gulps. 

"Eat my jizz, baby, drink all these proteins down, doll!!" he shouts. 

The vision is too much, my cock is throbbing in excitement, I want to be in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. 

Nick fills mom with cum, until it drips out of her lips. 

"The taste is good, hu? Black's tasty seed for the white mommy!!! Lemme paint you, sweetie!" He pops his cock out of her mouth, then he releases her tits (which undulate enticingly on her chest) and after wrapping his big hands around her beautiful upper arms, he presses the dick head over the twin boobs.

A shot of cum spurts out on her left areola and scatters over the soft roundness. 

"Ooooooohhhhh. . . again. . . you pig. . . pig. . . aaaaahhhh. . ." mom yells.

And another shot, bigger than the first one, hits her right nipple. Now Nick grabs his tool with one hand and blasts his semen all over her globes. He rubs furiously his cock, as rope and rope of creamy cum cover the swell of the lovely titflesh.

Unable to stop him and control herself, her eyes squeezed shut, mom mumbles incomprehensible words in unison with her cunt squirts.

When the last gush spurts from his shaft, Nick releases his grip on her arm and rummages his fingers onto her wet vagina, scooping her final inner liquids.

Now mom's body is totally spent.

"The girl is done!" he exclaims with satisfaction. "I've finished her!!" 

Mom's breasts are a mess, fully covered in cum: much more than I would have ever imagined, for sure. The thick coat of spunk is slowly leaking down, from her cleavage onto her stomach.

Nick stands up, then bends over and lifts one of her tits by the nipple. He sways it back and forth, like a hand-bell, grinning at me: "Your mom's got a nice pair of melons, dude! Made just for playing and fucking!" 

Mom is totally unconscious, when he effortlessly picks her up as though she is a rag doll.

"What have I to do with this bimbo?" he asks, showing her off to John. "I've had enough fun, for today!!"

"Pass the old chick to me, pal!" Tom says from the pool, where he is slowly swimming. When the sex session between mom and Nick started, he jumped into the water, finally satisfied by the wild fucking he had given her. 

"I'll take her in my arms for a while. She needs a good bath, then she will be all clean!"

"Okay!" Nick agrees and carries my mom to the pool edge.

"What. . . what are you doing. . . I'm tired. . " She has recovered some of her senses, as the black stallion is cradling her like a little child.

"Don't worry, pussycat! You're in good hands. We want our playgirl always clean and proper!" he tells her, in a soft voice.

Tom is standing in the shallow side, reaching out his arms; when Nick throws mom to him through the air, like a puppet, he catches her in his embrace.

"Welcome, little pixie!" he shouts. "How sexy you look!" Then, without effort, he lifts her up, over his head, and walks her around the pool, supporting her tiny, naked body with his big palms: one under her ass, one under her shoulders.

"See your mommy, boy?" he tells me, when he stops at the center of the pool, holding his prey, my mom, up in the air. Then he throws her down to the water, with a big splash.

When mom emerges, she splutters. But she has no time to recover herself from the wild manipulation of the black stud, because Tom grabs her again and spins her around.

For twenty minutes, or may be more, he manhandles her with his strong arms, in any way. 

He ducks and keeps her in position underwater, uncaring of her desperate and helpless attempts to break free; when finally he lets her regain the breath, he lifts her by her hips and sets her legs over his shoulders, probing his tongue into her slit. 

She is his pool toy. 

He floats her from one side to the other, feeling her shapely, small frame. He lifts again her upper body, swirls his tongue around the tender titflesh, before flicking and devouring one prominent nipple into his mouth; then he slams her downward, impaling her onto his underwater erection. 

He carries her triumphantly across the pool, her arms wrapped, for balance, around his neck, his hands on her round buns, his cock firmly inserted in her pussy.

He lifts her off his tool and tosses her back into the water. She comes up spluttering and he scoops her up and cradles her for another walk, before entering her again, as she lets out a high pitched moan.

This goes on for a while, under the backyard's floodlights; and the air echoes, in the night, with the panicked yells of my white mom, mixed with the sadistic laughs of her black rapist.

Totally absorbed by the torrid action in front of me, I have abandoned any sense of jealousy and I'm allowing myself to get a raging, growing, delightful hard on. 

"Guys, this old chick is a hot little number! A real cute bimbo!" Tom exclaims, finally climbing the stairs out of the pool. Mom is laid in his arms, like a child. "Fucked and clean!" he adds proudly, walking along the patio.

"Take here the baby!" Nick says, from a chair where he is sitting; he has a large yellow towel on his lap.

Tom approaches him and deposits mom on the floor. Now she stands, in all her pale white mature nudity, in front of the big black young stud.

And he starts to dry her. 

Slowly, he runs the soft sheet across her arms, shoulders and back; he lifts her arms and pins her wrists with one hand, working with the other hand on her armpits and under arms. Then he goes to her tits, where he checks their smoothness and roundness, together with their full weight, before stroking the towel over the lovable boobs. He takes his time on each melon and on the valley between the fleshy hills, without forgetting to put some kisses on the two erect peaks. 

Now it's the turn of her belly, thighs, legs and feet, up and down meticulously. When he reaches the last step, on her erogenous zone, she shudders and quivers.

He towels gently her pussy and passes between her thighs, up to the rear hole. He spreads her ass orbs wide and runs along the walls of the channel between them.

A wet kiss on her cuntlips, which gets a light moan out of mom's throat, followed by a couple of playful slaps on one tit and on her buttcheeks, conclude his action.

"You are done, baby!" he exclaims. "Ready again for a night of sex!"

"Thanks, pal!" John says. He is beside them, now, a large smile on his face. And without a word, he sweeps mom up into his arms, like a groom with his bride.

"Give the boy this stuff!" he nods to the mini thong, wrapped around the neck of his friend. 

"Yes, pal," Nick says, putting the minuscule piece of cloth in my hand, and winking to John, "For some games?" he asks.

"To entertain the baby!" he replies, with a loud laugh. "And us!"

What he has in his mind about her I don't know, but one thing is sure: at fifty-two, mom is no more in charge of our house: she has lost any control. 

Before their intrusion, she was used to be obeyed and respected, but now she is dominated, manipulated and played, like a human toy, by a group of escaped convicts. They are young, massive, well hung and hungry of sex; regardless of her repeated pleads for mercy, they have taken any kind of liberties on her small, curvaceous, succulent body. And her mature age, her marital status, the presence of her son (myself) have increased their libidinous desires. 

But nevertheless I am not annoyed, because all these events are offering me, finally, the chance of bedding my coveted mom.

"Did you enjoy my friends?" John asks mom. His tongue is slowly sliding along the delicious valley of her creamy boobs.

"Enjoy?" she says in a whisper. "It was like being whipped in a mixer! I'm so tired!"

"Okay, little baby! Daddy's taking care of you, now!" His voice is soft.

Then he tells me: "Let's go to the main room, first. The girl needs some rest, and we can wait in a cozy chair!"

The three of us are entering the house.

*

(To be continued)

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Young Studs for Carol Ch. 08



Author's Note

Again a Chapter of the busty Carol's adventures.

Carol Blum, a married brunette 52yo and her son Scott, 18yo, have just started, in secret, an incestuous liaison, though she has not yet allowed him to go into a full sexual relationship. 

One evening the house is invaded by a group of four escaped convicts; one white and three black men. They capture the entire family and repeatedly rape the woman. Then the husband is sent away, together with one of the intruders, whilst Carol and Scott remain in the house, at the mercy of three young (in their early twenties), big, sex starved guys. The white one of them, in particular, whose name is John (a giant of more than seven feet tall), takes advantage of the mature, short lady, who is sexually and verbally abused in front of her son. 

The incestuous attraction between Carol and Scott is easily found out: this increases the lustful desires of the three fugitives. The woman, on the other hand, is not a faithful wife. Her marital life is full of escapades and she regularly cuckolds her husband, mainly with younger, tall man. In fact, after some initial shyness (due to the presence of her son), she is not too much reluctant to accept the rough, sexual sessions with John and his black companions (Nick and Tom).

In the last Chapter Carol, after an erotic dinner, is taken by the two black guys and repeatedly fucked, in front of everybody, in the backyard and in the swimming pool. Then, she is passed on to John, who carries her, in his arms, inside the house. Scott follows him.

All the Characters are over eighteen years old.

Scott (watching son) is the narrator (present tense).

*****

Now we are in the main room. All naked.

My diminutive mom is cradled in John's huge arms, her legs dangling in the air, her generous boobs swaying erotically before his face, like a pair of ripe fruits, worthy of being squeezed and mouthed. He carries her as though she is a doll, in an amazingly sexy vision of a gigantic brute with his helpless prey. 

Proud of his human trophy, he stops just in front of me, in a gaze of evident satisfaction. He gently rocks my mom in his arms, like a father with a new-born; and she lets out baby-like coos that he finally silences with a long passionate kiss on her beautiful mouth.

I am quite hypnotized by the sight. And excited, too: like never I would have figured, in the past. 

"This milf is light like a feather! How much she weighs?" he asks me emphatically. 

"Ninety, ninety-five, no more! I've already checked her!" I reply automatically. And the images of mom and her hot body are running in my mind; when the feeling of her soft flesh and smooth skin delighted my senses, and I walked her, like she was my girlfriend, across the poolside and inside the water, holding firmly in my arms her petite, luscious body, barely covered by a minuscule piece of fabric around her hips. Now she is owned by this colossus of a stud, who never tires to manhandle and manipulate her in every way, to satisfy his sexual desires and perversions over a middle aged housewife. 

"Yeah! And she's got a set of oversized tits on her chest!" he exclaims. "Christ!!" he laughs. "I've never seen so big hooters on a so small chick!"

"Thirty-six double D!" I say in my mind, looking at her round succulent globes. "How tall this hottie?" he asks again.

"Less than five feet!" I answer, still feeling like in trance, from the lustful performances of mom and the two black guys I have just witnessed.

"A child!" he laughs again. "A little baby who deserves being fucked between these lovely fleshy puppies!" 

Now John moves to the large couch and sits down, not before adding a wet licking over mom's exposed areolae and nipples. He settles her in his lap and I take my place beside them.

Mom's eyes are shut, her head leant against his bicep and, to my surprise, a kind of erotic pleasure is diffused over her face, while the young stud caresses absent-mindedly her hairless, bare crotch. 

Indeed mom's little body, compared to his enormous frame, makes her look like a "child", cradled by her "daddy": the role reversal that John enjoys to play with a mature woman, starting from the first instant he entered our house. All of this, together with his endurance, especially when he sexes her up, makes him look like a very experienced lover, who is training a young novice into the pleasures of the flesh. Despite her age of fifty-two, her marital status, two kids and a lot of lovers and boyfriends on her background (as I gathered in the last hours), mom is manhandled and used by the twenty-two years old John like a giggling and squealing schoolgirl in her prime. 

Now his hand has ascended to her left tit: he cups and fondles it delicately. His hand plays with the large, delicious, white soft boob, cupping it in his larger palm, without squeezing. He takes one nipple between thumb and index, then he bends down and plants a light, tender kiss on her half open mouth. 

Mom replies with a soft moan.

During the next ten minutes, he drives his palm, back and forth, over her open slit. His fingers rub her labia, flick her clit, explore the hole of her pussy: he plays with her like she is a doll, and she squirms helplessly, under his gentle ministration. 

Finally, mom opens her eyes and, with a strained expression on her face, "Please, John, let me go, I have to pee!" she says, in a pleading voice. "Let me go to the bathroom, I can't hold!"

"No way, baby," he laughs. "If you want to pee, piss here, in front of us!"

"Noooooo... not again!!" she has a desperate tone in her voice.

Unbelievable!! This brute is not yet satisfied. He has already made her pissing on the floor, and now he wants it again. He wants mom losing any kind of privacy. 

She does not want to obey his order, but I am sure he will get soonest his target: and this makes me horny.

"Let me go to the bathroom, please!" she is crying.

"To the bathroom? Okay, child, as you wish!" he says, sadistically grinning. "I'll carry you to pee and I'll watch you. And your son, too, will be watching!"

"Ohhhhhh... my god, don't you get enough of me, today?" she yells.

"Never enough of you, baby! I'm your daddy, don't forget it! Beg me and I'll carry you to the bathroom!" his tone doesn't admit reply.

"Okay, daddy... okay... carry me soon to the bathroom, please! I can't wait, my bladder is bursting!" she is imploring.

"Yes, little mommy, let's go!!" he exclaims. "Hurry up, boy," he tells me. "Come with me to enjoy mom's golden shower show!" 

John removes his hand from mom's pussy and stands up in all his immense stature, cradling again my mature mother in his massive young arms, as though she is a little doll. 

Then he walks to the bathroom and I follow them. 

When we enter the bathroom, mom glances to the toilet from her upper position. Obviously, she is expecting to be put down, but John has different ideas. He steps into the large tub, carrying mom with him, then he sits down, resting his back against the edge. He makes her woman curl up on her knees, between his thighs, facing his monster cock. 

"Please, daddy, I have to pee; you can watch me, if you want, but let me go to the toilet!" she pleads.

"Nope, mistress Blum, you are no more the housewife, here; you are my slave; piss on me, little one, let go yourself! Here, on my thighs!" he commands, grasping his hands around her hips.

"Ohhhhhh... god... ohhhhh... here it goes... I'm pissing... I'm pissing, now!" she yells.

The pressure on her insides is too much, now, and she releases herself, just in the arms of her big lover. 

The sticky liquid is seeping out of her, slowly at first, then in a thick stream, which spurts out of her crotch and hits his thighs, his belly, his dick. 

"The girl's producing a warm fluid!" John laughs to me.

I'm watching in amazement. This young stud has removed from my mother any vestige of remaining dignity. She has again accepted to be taken on a man's arms and to release her piss, while strictly embraced to him. 

"I'm finished, now!" mom says, when she stops pissing; and, after giving a look to the huge body of her master, all glistening with her yellow pee, "Are you happy, now?" she asks him, giving a light slap to the wet, now soft, cylinder of meat in front of her. 

"Ohhhhhh... it's sleeping, the poor baby!" she chirps, in a teasing tone. 

"Sleeping, you say, you little dirty ho!" he exclaims. "He can fill all of your holes, until you beg for mercy. I'll drown you in my jizz, little lady, I'll make you pregnant with gallons of cum; then, after nine months, I'll come back here, to fuck the milk out of these mams!!" 

He cups her boobs and squeezes them; he chews on her neck and bites her upper arm, making her scream "Ouuuhhh... ah... ah... ah... ouuuhhh... you hurt me... you brute..."

"Yes, lil one! The brute and the beauty! And the brute devours the beauty!" Another bite, on her soft underarm; and mom lets out a loud yell.

Then he reaches down and his hand starts to massage her rosy cunt lips, still wet with her recent piss, before inserting one finger inside her vagina.

One of his hand on her back, the other one on her pussy: mom is at his complete mercy. 

But now she seems not to disdain John's treatment.

She smiles and her pussy clearly grips around his invading finger. The last streams of urine are leaking from her piss hole.

"Next time I'll lick and taste your sweet piss, child! 'Cause all of you belongs to me, now. You're my slut whore, my fuck toy, my plaything, aren't you, baby?" he asks, as his finger continues to touch mom's soft inner flesh.

"Yes, yes, big daddy. I'm your woman, your big titted woman, your girl, your slave, your toy; I belong to you, to your big cock, the biggest cock in my life, the biggest cock in the world!" she exclaims, resting her head on his hairy torso and mouthing his nipples.

I'm watching the embraced couple in the tub, asking to myself what will be the next step. Mom's performances with John and his friends are always full of kinky surprises.

John has added another finger into her cunt; his thumb is massaging her shaved skin, playing with the erect hard clit.

"Ahhhhhh... I love it!" she murmurs in ecstasy.

"Your mom pissed like a little kid!! And now she's happy!" he tells me. "Next time she can play this game with you!!" 

I am blushing. 

When John pulls his hand out of her snatch and pushes his middle finger up her ass, probing her rear channel, mom rotates her hips and lets out a small, smelly fart from her anus. Then another one follows, larger and smellier.

A surprised look comes over her face and she gazes up, at her gigantic "daddy".

"I really have to go to the toilet, now!" she says.

The stud increases the action of his finger inside her sphincter.

"Ohhhhhhh... you pervert!" she says, giving a little smile, "You want make me shit... ohhhh... your finger is sooooo... deep!!"

"Watch, Scott! Your mom, my child, is ready to shit... just here... watch, watch, boy!"

John pulls out his finger and opens his large palm under her butthole.

"Shit, mistress Blum, shit, little wife, let your son enjoy the sight of his naked, shitting mom!!" He has removed the hand from her pussy hole and he is caressing her abdomen. 

At the same time mom raises her tiny hands to his shoulders and helps herself a bit up off her sitting position. 

Her creamy substance starts to fall into his hand. 

"Ohhhhhh... my god, I can't hold, I've got to let it out... now... I'm shitting... ohhhhhh!" she gasps in embarrassment mixed to relief and lust.

He bends his head down and bit on her neck; she squeals and lets out another fart. Then he twists her left nipple and mom farts again. She farts and shits. Uninterruptedly.

When she is finished, John's right palm is all covered with her poop. He rubs it all over her belly and chest; also the little cavity of her navel is filled up. Mom is a mess. And John, too. 

"Nothing more, child?" he asks with sarcasm. 

"No more... no more... it's all, daddy, I'm empty!" she exclaims.

"Now your son can tell his friends to have seen his mother shit all over her man!" John loudly laughs. 

"I didn't believe to be capable of it!" she says.

"Bitch, you're my little fucking doll! You're made just to serve me, your big daddy, your master! Say yes, bitch!"

"Yes, master, yes, I'm your little doll!" mom obeys.

"Say better, baby!" he orders threateningly. "Tell your son what you are, little slut!" He has glued his mouth to one of her nipples.

"Yes, yes, master; but don't hurt me, please!" She is totally submitted. "Scott, did you see? I'm his little doll! He's my daddy, now, he can use me like he wants... ahhhhhhhh...!!" She screams; the filthy hand of her master is manipulating her crotch, rubbing traces of her own shit all over her delicate skin. 

Never I had figured a scene like this, never figured to hear these words from mom. Unbelievable!! But it is also an amazing turn-on to watch this young guy abuse my mature mom this way. He has captured her and now he owns her; she is fully dominated; she is his slave; she accepts to be his "child", to fulfil his dark desires.

All that cascade of liquid and solid products from mom's inner body has emotionally opened the floodgates in John's bladder and a yellow stream of his hot piss begins to flow, gushing and splashing against her throbbing torso with a hissing sound, adding mess to mess: a glorious, perfect ending of a session of naughty, sadistic sex games.

"This is what an old gorgeous lady deserves, when she's neglected by her wimp husband and her silly son; but now she has met a young, real man. Did I satisfy you, mistress Blum?" he exclaims, with a laugh, when his torrential stream stops. 

Mom is almost incredulous of what is happening around her.

"John, you are too much for me, I've never fantasized about a big strong boy like you. You are on top of everybody. Now give me a rest, please! Please, daddy, please!" she begs, and her lips come up, to put a kiss over the huge nipple of her lover.

"Open the tap!" John orders me.

And when the water flows into their dirty bodies, both of them enjoy, for some long minutes, the warm clean stream.

Then, again John scoops mom up and enters, with her, the large stall of the shower.

I have a hard-on, looking at my little mom, so docile in the arms of the young guy, who is starting to wash her, as though she is his child. 

Delicately, John lowers my mom down and makes her stand up on the floor, beside him. A giant stud and his girlfriend, who is a short mature lady. Seven feet four, versus four feet ten: the top of her head cannot reach his belly button, her mouth is at the same level of the base of his monster cock. 

He runs a washcloth all over her body, from her neck to her pretty little toes. He lifts her beautiful arms and rubs carefully her armpits; then her tit flesh, lingering over her sexy nipples and areolae, without forgetting to heft in his palms the twin wobbling orbs; then the external sides of her breasts, where he checks the gentle spot of her little mole; he rubs the deep cleavage between her globes, before descending in slow motion to her navel, her belly and the hairless area of her crotch.

Her pussy lips are still open from his hot caresses; he has to kneel down, before inserting his soapy finger in her cunt hole, along the smooth surface of her inner channel, up to the cervix. Then he washes her clit, enjoying the soft moan she lets out when he pinches the sensitive bud. Her upturned, round ass cheeks come after, followed by her butthole, where he again fingers her, up to the second knuckle, to remove any trace of shit. He turns her around, to land some gentle slaps over the silky soft skin of her buns, then he washes her fleshy thighs, her knees, legs and finally her little feet and tiny toes.

My mom appreciates his workout on her body: her flirty smiles and little cries of pleasure prove it.

When she is all lathered up, he washes himself; then he sweeps her off the floor and lets the water rinse both of them off.

Out of the stall, he picks up a couple of large towels.

"Let's go outside, baby! The air, here, is too much stinking from your shit!" he exclaims; and, always holding my small mom up in his arms, he runs to the backyard. 

"Wait in the bedroom, kid!" he tells me. "After drying off my little chick, I'll be back, to drop her on your cock! So, this white flesh" his hand smacks hard mom's butt cheeks "can be yours and you can fuck any hole of this nice bimbo! All night long, if you want! Your mommy is a fuck toy, Scott! The best fuckable suckable eatable milf in town!"

Ten minutes later, they have not yet returned and I hear some voices from the backyard. I go to the window to peek out and see what it is happening: the sight makes me hold my breath.

John, all naked, is sitting on a large outside couch. He incites mom with the sharp commands of a tamer in the circus; and mom obeys him, like his trained animal. 

She is standing on her feet, few meters from him, clad again in the black micro thong. Evidently, he has picked up the small garment from the chair where I left it, before entering the bathroom. Then he has made mom wear it, for his amusement. 

"That's good, baby! Hurry up, now, and go! It's a beautiful night for a walk!"

And mom strolls around the pool.

"Fantastic!" he exclaims and, turning towards me (because he has noticed my presence), he says in a loud tone: "Look, boy, how these rumps wiggle!" 

Then he orders: "Turn around, mistress Blum! Bend over, grab your ankles and stay like that, until I say you can get up!"

Mom obeys. Her butt is facing him.

"Shake your buns for daddy, little chick!" he demands. "Bounce them!"

She lets out a begging whimper, but he is in full control.. 

His voice becomes harsh. "I said bounce your buttocks, slut! Do it! Now!"

Mom is scared. She starts wiggling her ass side to side and then up and down, like he wants.

"Yeah... that's right, little baby! You're a pro!" he exclaims. And then, to me: "Look at your mommy, boy! Look at these shaking globes! Wouldn't you want to give a good spanking to this deliciousness?"

What an erotic vision! I can't take my eyes off the sight of mom's gorgeous body, folded in two, her ass sticking up proudly in the air: two perfectly shaped spheres, enhanced by the tiny string, rubbing against the cleft of her buttocks. 

"Shit!" John's voice echoes in the night. "I can't wait digging into the flesh of these booties and slap them! Have you ever been spanked by your boyfriends, chick?" he asks.

"Mmmmmmmmm... " mom mumbles, in her bent position.

"Answer me, little baby! Don't make me angry!" Now his voice has a threatening tone.

"Yes... yes... sometimes... sometimes some of them spanked my ass!" she replies meekly. 

Mom spanked by other men during her escapades!! I would have never imagined it! And, quite sure, those men were well younger than her. 

"And your son?" John continues. "Has he ever spanked you?" 

These words give me a start. My cock jolts at the exciting idea of mom on my lap, while I hit repeatedly her bare white ass with my palms.

"Noooo... never... never.. it's pervert!" she exclaims.

But she lies, because I remember very well the little slapping session we had at the poolside the day she wore for the first time the black thong I bought for her. 

"Pervert, you say! It's a shame for him, silly boy! If I had a mom like you, I wouldn't let her show off these globes around the house, without punishing them, at least two times a day, with my slaps! Stand up, now, wifey, and tell me who owns you!"

"You, big John, you owns me!" she says, getting up. He has imposed his power and now she acts like an obedient partner. 




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 08



"Who's your daddy, mistress Blum?" He loves calling mom with her family name: it's the best way to demonstrate he has fully tamed his mature prey. 

"You... you... you're my big daddy, John!" 

"Who plays with your boobs and your cunt, little lady?"

"You... you play with my boobs and my... cunt, daddy!"

My mom, the classy babe who was lusted after by all the men in our town, including my friends, has been reduced to the personal fuck toy of this brutal, gigantic, rough thug. 

"Your boobies jiggle like jello, when you walk! Weigh them in your hands, honey!" 

And mom cups her breasts and bounces them, like two balls played in a bowling game.

"Do you like that, daddy?" she coos in her soft voice, without stopping to wobble the tits. "Surely you are insatiable, when you devour them!!" 

"They are my fun, baby! And succulent! It's like to bite a peach, to taste a watermelon!!" 

"Yes, super daddy! They are heavy, smooth and silken! My boyfriend loves them! Fleshies, he calls them!" she smiles, in a captivating tone.

"Aaaahhhh... you fucking little milf! Jump, now! And let them sway freely! Show off this saucy flesh of yours!" 

Mom again obeys.

"Okay, daddy? Am I satisfying you?" she asks shamelessly. 

The vision of mom is simply stunning. Wearing only this little piece of black cloth, which barely covers a minimal portion of her hairless crotch, makes her look much naughtier and sexier than fully naked. The tiny string along her ass cleft lets her jutting butt globes totally exposed, together with her edible boobs, which wobble erotically in every direction, in time with her steps.

A true nymph commanded by a satyr, in some mythological legend. 

She crosses her hands behind her head, exposing her armpits to his hungry gaze.

"Like what you see, daddy?" with an impertinent smile on her face. "Wouldn't you want to taste my armpits?"

"Oh fuck, you little tease!" he exclaims excited. "You want to be eaten!" 

"Bert, my boyfriend, loves to lick and munch on them, after my gym workout! He says they are sweet and delicious, like a honey pot! And he never tires of them!"

"My boyfriend" mom said. It's the second time she speaks of her "boyfriend". Who is this Bert? My mind is in tumult.

"So, you frolic with Bert at gym!" John asks.

"He's Dave's brother! And Dave's my gym masseur!" 

"Whow... two brothers for the little slutty wife!" John exclaims. "Young, of course!"

"Young, yes! Bert is a basketball player. Tall and well built, almost like you! He dwarfs my small frame, when he scoops me up in his arms!" she explains. 

And now I understand. Bert! The fucking "tower" of the basketball team! And he sexes my mother's body!

"Come here, doll!" John calls out. "Lemme see and feel you closer!".

He opens his muscular thighs and mom slips easily between them, facing him. He is sitting on the couch and she is standing up, but her head barely reaches his shoulders and she has to gaze up, to look at him in his eyes: a midget confronted with her gigantic lover.

"Smell my natural scent, hunky!" she teases, the palms of her hands still on the back of her head and her lovely chest thrust forward, against his hairy torso, as she rotates her hips in a circular motion, back and forth. 

"Fulfil your sex fantasies and amuse yourself with your girl, big daddy, 'cause I'm yours! Aren't you happy?" Her armpits run in turn in front of him, in a joyous rotation. 

"You little slutty tease! Lemme serve you as you deserve, you big-titted chick!" His immense cock rubs on her white tender abdomen, while his large hands cup her round ass globes. 

"You're my toy, mistress Blum! I own you and you're my property!" He spreads and closes rhythmically her soft, jutting buns, then he gives them a series of light smacks, while at the same time his mouth nuzzles her shaved armpits, licking the smooth, succulent skin.

My mom's moans and squeals, the sounds from her slapped flesh and the slurps of John's lips on her skin are filling deliciously the silence of the night.

She accepts and loves the ministration the young stud is giving her mature, small, gorgeous body.

"Yes... yes... uh... uh... uh..." she mumbles, under the spanking from his ample palms and the licking of her armpits and underarms.

"This married silky skin turns me on, wifey!" he grunts.

"Glad you love them, daddy!" she purrs. "When Dave, my masseur, oils my armpits, he says they are soft like velvet!"

"Yeah... yeah... this buttery flesh is a nice meal!" and he continues to nuzzle mom's delicious hollows. 

He lets free her butt cheeks, now, and kisses her mouth, before grasping with his hands her still firm but slightly pendulous breasts.

Pendulous? Yes, maybe a little bit than before, I think in my mind. But this is obvious, recalling how many times this tower of a man and his sex starved black friends have assaulted any way mom's well shaped boobs, which now cannot be the same as when I was feeling and tasting them, before the arrival of these ravenous intruders.

"These babies are mine! My playthings! Okay, girl?"

"Okay, daddy John! All yours! For your pleasure! Squish them a little!"

"Baby, your tits are the best I've ever seen!" he growls. "And these nipples are long like bullets!"

"Dave measured them!" again she teases.

"How much long these marshmallows?" he pulls her nipples out and plays with them between his fingers.

"One inch. But when stretched they can reach a half inch more! And many times Dave stretches them, during massage!"

My cock is growing hard, at these words.

John has taken hold of her nipples, making mom gasp. He pulls the boobs higher, by the two long nubs, shaping them in a couple of triangles of flesh, pointing at the sky. Mom whimpers, as he shakes them from side to side. 

Then he lets her breasts drop. They slap down against her chest and hung there, swaying slowly, her long stiff nipples all reddened from the pinching.

He grabs the twin spongy melons and smashes them together, till the nipples are touching.

"Oooooohhhhhh... my gaaaaawwwwwdddd..." she yells, as he begins sucking with his lips the mouthful of both nubs and flicking them with his tongue.

He is more aggressive, now, and he ignores her high squeaks: the whole right breast is taken deep in his mouth.

In a quick motion, he stands up and, as though she is no weight, sweeps mom up in his powerful arms.

His mouth is still full of her tasty boob when he walks toward me, mom's legs kicking in the air, one tiny hand wrapped against his bull-like neck, the air resounding with her helpless yells of fear mixed to pleasure and arousal.

I can't wait anymore. I jump over the window and approach the couple.

In front of me, John continues to devour her breast, then he lets go of the tit, which slides out of his mouth with an audible, elastic erotic "pop", and slaps down, against her chest. 

"Did you like the show, boy?" he asks me.

"John, if mom was lactating, you'd have drained her completely!"

"Tasty melon!" he says with satisfaction, licking his own lips. "Dude, your mom is a damned sexy suckable and eatable milf!" And he follows his words with some nibbles on her left areola, the one he had not engulfed in his mouth.

John doesn't stop feasting on mom: his mouth has easy access to her boobs, upper arms, neck, shoulders, armpits, underarms, belly button. She is held up in the air, helplessly laid on his huge strong arms: her frontal body, from head to thighs, is fully displayed to his ravenous lips, and he laps hungrily any square inch of her exposed skin, making her giggle like a schoolgirl.

My god!! Mom's vocals are a delight! 

"Aaaaahhhhh... baby... you smell so good!" he says, rubbing his nose on her tight belly.

"Mmmmmmmmm... " she moans and mews. Her small hands are wrapped around his neck, she loves his oral assault.

"You've found your big daddy, little poppet!" he chuckles in her ear. "A real man for the little hot babe!"

"Oooooohhhhhh... eat me, daddy... eat your baby!" she yells. "Make me feel good... do me ... do my tits... eat them... pleeeeeaaase daddy!!"

"Little fucking daddy's toy!" he exclaims. "You love being my little slut, don't you? Your snobbery has gone to hell! Now you're just a little cow to be played and then fucked. Aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy... yes... you're so big, so tall, so strong, so... young! I'm yours, daddy, make me yours, play with my tits, please!" Mom is almost imploring, now.

"Your tits, child? Your tits are mine!" he growls. "But you've something more!" and with that he lifts her lower body up, till her crotch is level with his mouth, and he dives his head down, between her thighs, inserting his thick, long tongue inside her sex tube. Wet squishing sounds come from her pussy, as the oral probe disappears into the tender flesh, massaging her inner walls. 

"Oooooohhhhh... ooooohhhhh... myyyyy... you're there..." she coos.

Certainly he has reached her cervix, because mom starts screaming like mad, like a possessed woman: she is nothing more than a hot horny slut, who wants to be used by her man in every way.

She is immersed in a sea of pleasure. She moans continuously and finally, when John removes his tongue from her channel and flicks with expertness her erect clit, she explodes in a devastating climax, erupting a river of cum all over his face.

My fingers are around my dick, stroking it desperately.

"See what you've done to me, John!" mom says, after regaining her breath.

"'Cause you're a cumming machine, baby!" he laughs sadistically. "A little thing made for sex! Always, anyhow, anywhere!"

"Ooooohhhhh... John, I never cum so much in all my years, like in the last hours, with you and those brutes of your friends!" 

"Watch your boy, lil one! Watch how turned on, watch how horny he is, seeing his mom spraying out like a fountain!"

It's true: the sight of my aged, diminutive mom getting manhandled endlessly by this much younger hunk has been incredibly exciting.

"You loved it, didn't you, boy?" he smiles and winks at me. "Watch your mommy, watch how little she is! My child!" And he bounces her a couple of times in his powerful arms, as though she is a weightless doll.

"Did you see? Easy like an infant!" he gazes at me teasingly.

Yes, he is right. An infant, a little child! And the way he maneuvers her in his arms, without letting her touch the ground, makes me almost ejaculate.

"Ohhhhhh... shit, boy! You're coming!!" he has noticed my emotion, my turmoil.

"Baby, your boy wants squirting out!" he exclaims to mom. "Let's help him!" 

"Whhhhaaaatttt..." mom cries, but he has already lowered her petite body, till her mouth is a fraction of inch from my cock. 

"Suck it! Suck like a good child!" he says. "Make happy your son!"

It's too much! In a quick motion, my throbbing tool is inside her oral cavity, and I discharge my weapon between her warm lips, filling mom with my load.

She gulps all of it down, then looks at me in delight.

"Nice food, yeah!!" he shouts at her, lifting mom again to his mouth, for a wet resounding kiss over her abundant turgid naked tit-flesh.

"You perv!" mom exclaims. "Don't talk like this. My son loves me!" 

His answer is a grin of amused arrogance, as he handles her up again, with one hand palmed under her butt and the other one on her upper back.

He shows mom off to me.

"Nice bimbo, yeah?" he asks me proudly, as though she is a hunt trophy he is parading to an audience.

"Nice bimbo, yeah!" I can't help to say, because mom is a really exciting vision, with her small, curvaceous, naked, thong-clad body, supported in the air by a pair of muscled arms: a gorgeous, sexy, full ripe bodied pixie, captured by a kind of King Kong, much younger than her. 

"Why don't you put me down, mister hunk? Didn't you play enough with me?" she asks, in a pleading tone. "I can walk by myself!"

"Nope, little child! Let the boy get a good sight of his mom and her daddy!! Scott!" he tells me "Pick up your camera and get some shots! Okay?"

"Okay!" I obey.

Five minutes later, when I come back, he is holding mom up, sat in the crook of his arm, while his free hand is fondling the flesh of her upper arm and his fingers are playing with the smoothness of her armpit. She chirps with joy, as his mouth licks and sucks on her left nipple. 

When I am in front of them with my camera, he lowers mom to her feet and makes her stand up, on the ground, beside him, facing away. Then he puts his hand over her head to show how short she is. He laughs, and mom too, and I snap the first picture.

Then he takes his arm across her shoulders: another picture.

He cups her big boobs in his palms and, as I shoot again, "Haven't you had enough of them, big stud? You can't ever keep your hands off them! Not yet satiated?" mom says with a tone of voice and an expression on her face that show, without doubt, her appreciation of the attention he is giving to her body.

"Never satiated of this abundance of sweet flesh, little chick!" And, with that, he squeezes the tit meat, making the nipples peep out the grasp of his fingers. I shoot again, two times, feeling like in trance.

Now he places, at open palms, one hand on her butt and the other one on her upper back.

"Watch this, boy!" he says to me, and again, like before, he presses her up, sideways, tensing his arms till mom's body is held there, in the air, well over nine feet from the ground.

Astonishing sight! And he swings her around, like showing off an offered prize, after a competition.

She lets out high pitched screams, as she floats helplessly, firmly set on his muscular huge hands. 

"Do you like what daddy's doing, little tease?" he asks playfully.

"Oooohhhhhh... you make me fly, daddy!!" she yells.

"'Cause you're my toy, baby!"

"Yeah... yeah... I'm your toy, big daddy! I feel so petite, in your arms!"

"Say it again, lil one! Let's your son know it!"

John has no trouble taking mom in position. And she is so sexy, all naked but for this black micro garment: an enticing strap running up the crack of her succulent ass orbs and an insignificant patch of cloth over her pussy lips. Handled like a plaything by this mountain of a man, indeed she looks like a little child.

"Don't be angry, honey!" she tells me. "Big daddy's so strong! He makes me wave like a feather, like a little child! It's so funny!!"

"Yeah, mommy! You're so small, so sexy in his hands!" I say in admiration.

"Boy, your mom's got a body made just to be used and fucked! A little toy mom!" John exclaims lewdly, breaking out in a large grin on his face. 

"Shoot some pictures! Now!" he commands.

The show continues and my excitement increases more and more, as I watch this tower of strength, who manipulates my lovely mom as though she is a weightless doll. 

I am staring at them and my cock hardens again at the sound of his deep laughs and her girlish-like squeals, at the sight of his large palm on her rotundities, of his massive frame dwarfing her small luscious body, of her heavy bouncing boobs. 

"Time for a night bath, sweetie!" he exclaims suddenly; and, turning around, he walks toward the edge of the large pool, still holding mom up in his arms.

"Nnnnnnnoooooooo...!!" The sound of her high shriek hits the air, as her body flies helplessly, like a bird, to the center of the pool, disappearing under the liquid surface, in a cloud of bubbles. When she emerges, she is spluttering and fighting to regain her breath.

"The bimbo is in the right place, dude!" John tells me with a grin. "Watch, now, how daddy can serve her!"

And, without hesitation, he jumps into the water with a big splash. Mom sees him and she swims away, trying to distance herself from him, but John is faster and in a couple of powerful strokes he reaches and grabs her small frame before she can take a grip on the concrete of the edge.

My cock raises up, at mom's shrill squeals of "help", well knowing that the giant stud can have an easy control over his struggling tiny prey. 

Now the two bodies are wrapped together: a sensuous package of heads, arms and legs in a tumultuous movement of water. Till a small, black piece of material flies from John's hand to land on the poolside, a couple of meters from my position.

"He has denuded mom of the last vestige of clothing" I say in my mind. "And now he fucks her: right there, in the water." 

He is in the middle of the pool, his arms around her waist. His feet are over the pool's tiles, while mom is too short to touch the ground. 

He lifts her up, till her hairless pussy is just in front of his face.

"Little clean twat, boy!" he exclaims. "Made for a good licking kiss!" Her legs dangle in the air and her toes curl up, as his lapping tongue finds its way from her belly button down to her vagina, where he probes the outside of her love hole and the little rod of her clit, before nuzzling into the cleft of her ass, up to the puckered anus.

"Oh... oh... oh you bastard... you can't... not here... oooohhh god.. 

let me go... aaaahhhh...!" she screams, but he continues to bath her insides with his saliva, till mom's vocals become squeals of pleasure "Yes yes yes... more... more... do me... do my pussy... make me... aaaahhhh!"

And he lowers her down.

"Wrap your legs around me, child!" he says, and she obeys: he is in full control. His hands cup her ass cheeks and mom's body descends along his giant frame.

"That's right, lil one!" he exclaims. "Good girl... here... here... take it all.. yes... yes... all in your hole... all of it, baby... all in your married womb... yeah... yeah... deep... deep, little Carol!"

Mom lets out incomprehensible sounds, her arms around his muscular back, while John bounces her up and down, in the water.

"The little mommy is mine, Scott!" he calls at me in a mocking tone. "You like watching, don't you? So, watch how good she stays on my tool!" And with that he removes her from his cock, tugging her up against his big frame and putting a hungry kiss on her left tit, before slamming her down.

"You like it, doll, don't you?" he asks mom, carrying her along the pool as though she is no more than a baby. "Who fucks you better? Your husband?"

"Ohhhhh god... noooooo... you're better... so much better..." she cries.

"Who fucks you better, lil one? Your boyfriend?"

"Nooooo... never he fucked me like you!" 

Another lift, another kiss on the second tit, another slam of her yielding cunt into his cock.

"Ooooohhhhhh... gggaaawwwddd..." her screams become higher and higher: the young stud is making mom mad.

"I'm your master, Carol! Your big master! Say it, slut!"

"Yeah... yeah... my master... you're so bad... fuck... fuck your monster... in my pussy... give me your big monster cock... you bastard.. you make me cum... again... cumming... cumming..."

"Okay baby! Cum... cum on my flesh... yeah... yeah... little child..."

For about fifteen minutes he walks from side to side, with mom's body well anchored to his shaft: he raises her up only when he crosses the deep end, to avoid her head sinking into the water. 

And when, finally, he climbs out of the pool, through the steps, mom is still firmly impaled on his gigantic member, her arms and legs around his torso, her nipples jutting out sexily from her protruding wobbling tits, both her ass cheeks cupped in his huge hands. He continues to slide her effortlessly, back and forth, along his powerful piston of flesh.

He walks across the deck, carrying and fucking my petite mom like she has no weight, making her yowl louder and louder.

"See, boy?" he tells me, slamming in and out of her pussy. "I could bang my tool into this little thing for hours!" 

Mom is in agony.

Then he goes to the pool edge and sits down, with his legs immersed in the water and his cock well inserted in his moaning prey.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 08



(to be continued)

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Young Studs for Carol Ch. 09



Author's Note

Carol Blum, a married brunette(52yo) and her son Scott(18yo) have just started, in secret, an incestuous liaison, though she doesn't allow him a full sexual relationship. 

One evening the house is invaded by a group of four escaped convicts; one white and three black guys. They capture the entire family and repeatedly rape the woman. Then the husband is sent away, together with one of the intruders, whilst Carol and Scott remain in the house, at the mercy of three young (in their early twenties) big sex starved brutes. The white one of them, in particular (his name is John: a giant of more than seven feet tall), takes advantage of the mature, short, gorgeous lady, who is sexually and verbally abused in front of her son. 

The incestuous attraction between Carol and Scott is easily found out: this increases the lustful desires of the three fugitives. The woman, on the other hand, is not a faithful wife. Her marital life is full of escapades and she regularly cuckolds her husband, mainly with younger, tall men. In fact, after some initial shyness (due to the presence of her son), she is not too much reluctant to accept the torrid sessions with John and his black companions (Nick and Tom).

In the last action, described in the previous Chapter 8, John manhandles and sexes Carol roughly, inside the swimming pool, before carrying her out of the water to the pool's edge. 

The following Characters are also cited in the present Chapter:

.Lynn: Carol's daughter (see, also, Ch.5)

.Alan: Lynn's husband (see, also, Ch.5)

.Brad: Alan's brother (see, also, Ch.5)

.Helen: an intimate Carol's friend (see, also, Ch.4 and 6)

.Rudy: Helen's older son. He sexed Carol on two occasions (see Ch.4 and 6)

.Frank: Helen's second husband (see, also, Ch.4 and 6)

.Dave: Carol's masseur and more. . . (see, also, Ch.4, 6, 7 and 8)

.Bert: Dave's brother and Carol's younger lover (see, also, Ch.6 and 8)

I added this Story to "Group Sex" Section, but it includes also "Incest" and "Interracial".

Scott (voyeur son) is the narrator (present tense).

All the Characters in this Story (like the previous ones in my Series) are over eighteen years old, but if you are offended by sexually explicit descriptions, or incest subject, please don't read it. 







I walk to them. John is sitting on the edge of the pool, legs inside the water, with mom on his lap, facing him. She is wholly impaled on his huge dick, hands on his biceps, legs spread on the ground, at the sides of his body, her hairless crotch caressing his big balls.

He massages slowly and delicately the unblemished soft skin of her back, while she stares at him, in a gaze which shows complete pliability, but also fearful uncertainty about what this young stud has in mind to do next.

"What. . . what you. . . want again?" she asks in a trembling voice.

"Using you as my living doll, little lady!" He rubs her tender flesh, clearly savouring mom's intoxicating softness and smoothness. "You're a little thing and I'm your new big daddy!"

Two powerful strokes of his hips make her shake and shriek.

"Ooooohhhhh. . . my god. . . you big dicked. . . bastard. . . you're soooo. . . deeeeep. . . in my womb. . ."

"You got a tight pussy. . . you're my little child. . . a little married bimbo!" he exclaims. "Tell it, little slut. . . tell your son what a little fuck toy you are. . . the little fuck toy of the house!!" 

He continues to pound her, as mom cries like a baby. She is so small and fragile: if he doesn't stop, he can destroy her irreparably.

Finally John stops fucking her and, with his meaty hands around her narrow waist, he starts to dislodge mom from his shaft. It's a long way before the head of his humongous cylinder gets out of her twat, in a loud plop.

He lifts and supports her body up, until her nipples reach his mouth's level.

Her large boobs stick out proud, in all their glory, from her small frame. 

He engulfs the wrinkled top of her left tit as though he is taking a bite of fruit, before rolling the hard nub of the nipple between his lips and teeth.

Mom giggles like a schoolgirl and mewls like a kitten, her feet dangling free in the air, her little toes curling.

"You like it, baby!!" he exclaims, raising his head from the delicious orb.

"Yeahhhh. . . ohhh. . . yeahhhh. . . again. . . again, please. . . do my tit, daddy. . . eat. . . eat it, please. . . I love it, daddy!!" she begs.

John continues his treatment, bathing the flesh of the round globe with his tongue. Mom is in heaven.

Finally, he reaches the outer side of her breast, where he plants a light peck on the little mole. Mom chirps like a bird. 

"Okay, now? Daddy knows how to play his little child! And you love your big daddy, don't you?" 

"Yeah, daddy. . . yeahhh. . . " she exclaims. 

In her position, the generous swells of her boobs are in full evidence. John rubs again his lips on the cushioned roundness, then winks at me: "What d'you think, boy? Aren't these babies a tasty meal?"

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . so white. . . so inviting!" I can't help to admit.

"Did you hear, baby? Tell him, now, tell your horny son how many men have fondled and suckled these toys!" he blurts in a loud voice. "Tell your son how many times you let your men play with these boobs! Many times, right?"

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . many times. . . " she admits. "Men love them big on my small body!"

"Also my friends?" I ask. Mom's confession about her transgressions makes me curious to know the truth; to know finally, from her own words, if my suspicions were right or not.

"Yes. . . yes. . . but just some petting. . . no more. . . they say my flesh tastes so good! Better than any other girl their age!"

"And Rudy? Only petting with him? Or did he give you a full treatment here, inside and outside the pool?" I still remember very well the story of Rudy: his adventure with an older woman who was wearing the same bikini of my mom.

"Yes, honey! But don't be angry with your mom, please!"

"Yes what, mom? Did he fuck you?" I insist.

"Yes, Scott! Yes. . . yes. . . he fucked me. Forgive me, please! He was so aggressive! So young, so handsome!"

"And Brad?" This is another question, always left without her explanation. 

"Yes, Scott, we were in bed together: Brad and me. And you suspected it!" Now mom seems to have lost all reticence about her unfaithfulness in the past, so I can ask again: "But Lynn and Alan were there, when I caught you with Brad! What did they do?"

"We had fun all together!"

"All together? Lynn too?" This is astonishing! My sister and my mother! "And Alan?"

"Alan? Oooohhhhh. . . Alan is mad for my tits. Any time we are alone, he gropes them and as soon as he has my boobs in the nude, he is all over them: he fondles, squeezes, sucks and finally he tit fucks me. He always says my breasts are like his wife's: heavy and fleshy, but more attractive, because of their little sagging".

"Mom!!!. . . I'm the only one, in the house, who didn't fuck you! Why, mom?" The last revelations of her love sessions have put me in a big turmoil.

"Scott, dear, don't. . . ooooooohhhhhhh. . ."

"Stop talking! Your follies make me hungry!" John interrupts mom's words with some savage kisses over the luscious silky flesh of her jutting breasts.

Now he is holding her up in the air by her armpits, while his mouth is ravaging the twin jugs, like some juicy pieces of fruit.

"Myyyyyyy. . . oooooohhhhh. . . you eat me. . . oooohhhhhh. . ." mom yelps.

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . I eat you like an ice-cream, baby, like a cream pie. These melons are so sweet!" And he goes on licking and suckling without taking any notice of me.

"Oooooohhhhh. . . my tits. . . " mom moans in pleasure: the sex starved giant well knows how to play the busty older woman.

"You're my little child, Carol!" he exclaims. "Forget your age! You belong to me, now, to your daddy! I'm your sir, Carol! Okay? And your sir can do what he wants with the little Carol! Okay?"

"Yes. . . yes, sir . . . you're so strong. . . so big. . ."

"Your big daddy, Carol!" 

He pulls mom down onto his lap, with her legs on the outer sides of his hips, her tits wholly cupped in his large palms. 

"And the big daddy owns the beautiful melons of Mistress Blum! Okay, little lady?"

"Yes. . . yes!"

"Say it to the boy, Carol! Tell him who owns your titties!"

"Scott, honey, don't be angry with your mom!" she tells me. "He's my big daddy, he kisses my boobs. . . he's so good. . . I didn't know sex could be so good. . he makes me cum. . . with his hands . . . his mouth. . . on my tits. . . my god, what a big man. . . I'm his little child, Scott!" 

"Good girl!!" John says; he bends his head down and softly kisses mom's left breast. "Did you hear, Scott?" he tells me. "Your mommy is my obedient girlfriend!" He bounces the tit a couple of time, like a toy, and the elastic flesh emits an exciting sound, under the manhandling of his palm. 

"Time for another game, baby!" His words sound like an order.

"Watch, boy, what I can do with your little mommy!" he says, fingering the erect nipple of one boob. She is his human plaything. 

"Watch and enjoy the sight! This shorty" he continues "got two more clits on her big melons. Watch how crazy I can make your yummy mommy, when I maul them!"

Mom is breathing hard and her large boobs are waving like water balloons in front of the huge stud.

John, still sitting on the edge of the pool, raises her up again, by her waist, in a standing up position, with her feet resting on the ground, between his spread thighs.

"Put your hands on my shoulders, baby!" he orders, and she obeys.

John reaches out his hands to take mom's fleshy milky white globes into his enormous, ravaging palms.

"You always thought mom's titties were big!!" he says sarcastically. "Wrong!!! Watch, boy, watch how small they are in my hands! No more than two little toys!!"     

He gives a little squeeze to the twin beauties and mom gasps. The tit flesh she has dispensed to her boyfriends and lovers, so proud of their lovely fullness, is now dwarfed by the huge grasp of this stranger, who uses and abuses her body at his own pleasure. 

"Tell your son what I'm doing to your married titties, baby!" he commands. "Tell him how small they are, in my hands!"

"Ohhhhh. . . John. . . please, don't!!" but when she feels his tightening grip, she surrenders and "Yes, yes, daddy. . . don't get angry! You are so strong! Don't ruin my tits, please!" she begs. "They are yours, fondle them in your hands, please, but don't squeeze them too hard!"

My mom is at his mercy and he insists. "Who are you, little pussy? Let your son know that your fifty-two aged body belongs to me, like a little child belongs to her daddy!"

He moves back and forth her boobs, firmly closed in his fists, as though he is playing with two tennis balls; her naturally long nipples, hidden in his hands, are certainly hardening and elongating, more and more, between his fingers. 

"Yes, big daddy. . . I'm yours. . . own me, use me like you want. I'm your girlfriend, your lover, your woman, your child. . . uuuuhhhhh. . . you play with my tits. . . I like it!" she exclaims. 

He opens his hands and the two ivory white mounds regain their freedom, wobbling on her chest. 

Then he puts his thumbs against her nipples. He pushes the two protuberances way deep into the tit flesh, pinching two edges of skin from around each nub, till the nipples disappear inside the small cavities he has formed with the tips of his fingers.

"Look, baby, you lost your nipples!!" he laughs.

"Ooooohhhhh. . . don't. . . oooohhhhh. . ." she yells.

"Nice toys!!!" he says, removing his fingers and letting the twins pop out of their hoods.

Mom giggles and moans, when he repeats this game a couple of time more.  

The nipples have reached, now, an incredible length: not less than one inch and half. He grabs each nub between thumb and finger and pulls them up, away from her chest: she screams and shudders. 

He takes her in his arms and gives her a little rest, then he plays again. 

He puts his attention on her mole, the little spot on the silky skin of her left swollen boob: he starts flicking it with his twirling tongue, making her gasp and writhe. 

"Ohhhhh. . . myyyyyy. . . lick. . . lick, daddy. . . ahhhhhh. . .!!" she utters loudly.

"You want to cum, don't you, baby?" John asks in the most natural way.

"Yes, bad boy. . . make me cum, now. . . make me cum again!" she begs. The breast stimulation is driving her close to climaxing. Her open mouth shows the white crown of her perfect teeth, her grip on his shoulders tightens and her body tenses.

I notice it and I give, instinctively, a look to her exposed pussy: the button of her clit is peaking out of its natural hood, erect like a mini cock. An acute emotion takes hold of myself.

John gives the same look and licks his lips.

While I start to manipulate my dick, John grabs the two bouncing globes and starts to play again with them. He jiggles them like bowls of jelly, scooping them up and letting them drop back down to her chest, with flesh-to-flesh slapping sounds; he pulls and pinches the sexy nipples and he wobbles, by them, the soft mams, like toys.

I watch mom's tits abuse with increasing horniness, especially when his large lips capture one whole orb and literally devour it: mom's high squeals fill the air.

"Ohhh, daddy, don't. . . ohhh god. . . ohhhh god. . . you can't . . . uhhhhhh. . uhhhhhh. . . uhhhhhh. . ." she groans.

"Are you close, child?" he asks, letting her tit slide out, in all its enticing nudity, shiny from his saliva. 

"I. . . I think . . . I'm getting close!!!" she gasps deliriously.

I increase my hand-job, while mom moans uninterruptedly, under John's switching mouth, from nipple to nipple.

Then the big stud holds each of her sore breasts in his palms and starts to crush and mould them into all sorts of shapes. He weighs them, up and down; he pulls them apart, to enlarge the cleavage between the two mounds and give easier access to his licking lips; he pushes them together, erotically slapping one tit against the other one. The soft-textured resilient flesh squishes, under the firm grasp of his unmerciful fingers. 

"Uuuuuggggghhhh. . . you bastard. . . you drive. . . me. . . crazy!!" she cries and cries. "Ohhhhhhh. . . gaaawwwwddd!!!" 

"Cum, little bitch!" he shouts, excitedly. "Spread your cunt lips and wash my belly, my cock with your fucking juice!" 

Now I am really in anxiety: will mom's beautiful breasts, the luscious objects of my dreams, maintain their firmness and form, after the brutal treatment this hunk of a man is giving them?

His words have increased her arousal and her long screams of pleasure, till finally it happens.

When the hold of his fingers around her tits lets each nipple peeking out from the ring formed by his thumb and index, like two thick, long, fleshy erasers, and the voracious giant pushes them together, before entirely sucking both of them in his mouth, the little body of my mom tenses, her clit stiffens a bit more and her lower abdomen quivers.

"Ohhhhhhhh. . . daddddddyyy. . . it comes. . . it comes again. . . ohhhhhhhh. . you make me cum. . . I'm done. . . again. . . ohhhhhh. . . yeaaaaahhhhh . it's sooooo. . . good!!" she screams and collapses in his arms, for support.

A squirt of female juice spurts from her labia, before running along the two bodies. 

Then a second and a third one; it's like she is pissing herself, but it is not pee, it is her sweet nectar. John has made her explode like a geyser.

I cannot stand it any longer; the sight of my brutalized mom and her impressive cumming have thrown myself over the edge; in a rapid move, I stand up, my eight inches of hard prick feverishly gripped in my hand, and I let out, high in the air, spurts and spurts of white jizz.

John is embracing mom, now: his big hands massage her shoulders.

"You sprayed like a fountain, baby. I have only worked your boobs, without touching your twat, and you blasted off. 'Cause you like your tits played, don't you?" he says.

"Ooohhh, yeah. . . you are the best, daddy!" she exclaims, still astonished.

"The best?" his voice has a provocative tone. "You mean your boyfriends don't love your tit flesh?"

"Of course they love my tits! They always want to touch and fondle them," she says "but never so much like you. You devour my tits! You're insatiable!"

"And you're my sex slave, mistress Blum. My little, obedient sex slave!" The dominant stud enjoys to be in charge and to have his victim admitting it.

"Yes, yes, yes!!!" she answers in ecstasy. 

"Say it again, mistress Blum! Let Scott hear from his loving mom that she's a sex slave! Let him hear that his mom is owned by a young stud, who can make her cum and cum like mad!" He torments her, because he wants my aged mom (his "little one") totally debased in front of myself, her son.

"Yes, yes, I'm your sex slave, master!" she finally exclaims. "Please, Scott, don't blame me! This big young rapist has turned me, your old mother, into his little sex toy! You see how hard he takes me, you see how many times he makes me cum! And I like his hands playing with my tits, my pussy, all my body; I feel happy and safe, like a child, in the arms of this big daddy, when he scoops and carries me all around; I'm his little toy and I love his monster cock! I've never had, in my life, a man so huge, so dominant, so good, so strong!" her words have, now, an almost hysterical tone. 

John bends his head down and kisses mom's lips. Then he lifts her up by her waist, and she spreads her legs in the most natural way: she knows what is starting to happen and she loves all of it. 

Mouth and mouth are at the same level: the tip of his rigid erect dick is slightly waving along the crack of mom's pussy, her fleshy orbs are delicately dancing on her chest and her tiny hands are brushing his large torso.

"Boy!" he tells me. "Your mom is ready! The little pussy is all wet and her channel is an easy road for my cock. Take my tool in your hands and put the head against her hole!"

These words are freezing me. "Holy shit!" I say inside myself. "He wants not only make me watch him fucking mom, but also he wants me as his valet, his servant. He wants me humiliated."

I hesitate, but his voice is imperious, not admitting objections. And, besides, I want to see him take her badly: like a whore, like a slut, like a manhandled plaything. 

And I comply: I reach out and his gigantic member is in my hands. For some instant I massage the hard tool in my palms, then I move it up to the entrance of mom's pussy, where I flick, with the bulbous head, her clit and cunt lips, eliciting her long moans and sighs of pleasure.

"Good boy!!" John exclaims, with evident satisfaction. "You learned very well the lesson!!" And, dropping mom's small body onto his pulsating shaft, he penetrates her in a slow, easy motion, making his dick disappear, step by step, in all its length, in her interior spongy wet walls, like a train entering a tunnel. 

"Ohhhhhh. . . another fuck. . . daddy. . . you're doing. . . me. . . insane!" she screams.

"Take it all, baby!" he tells her, in his booming voice. "I'm your man!!"

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . big man. . . big monster cock!" she yells.

"All going inside your married baby-like pussy, little one!! Feel it good?"

"Ohhhh. . . my god. . . ohhhh. . . it's ripping. . . ohhhhh. . . you are. . . deep. . . I'm yours, daddy!!"

When her round-shaped ass cheeks touch his hairy thighs, his penis has reached the target: it is all inside her vagina and a portion of it has certainly crossed her cervix, nestled in her womb.  

"End of trip, mistress Blum; you're totally served, like you deserve!!"




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 09



"Ohhhhh. . . again. . . again. . . your monster cock in my pussy. . . you're in my womb. . . I feel you. . . you're scraping my walls. . . it's sooooo big!!" mom is uttering.

"Look at your mom, boy! Look how good she's impaled! Look how much she likes it, dude!" John says to me.

I cannot reply: his massive penetration of my mom has put me in a state of shock. 

Mom's little hands are on his ample chest, as though she is trying to get her balance. But this is not necessary, because the long, thick, hard meaty pole, inserted in her hole, is sufficient, by itself, to maintain in vertical position her small frame.      

"Put your arms around your nape, baby!" the giant orders and she obeys. 

Now, only one of his hands is holding onto her back; the other one has grabbed her ankles, one at a time, and raised them over her head. The little, flexible body of my mom is folded up, like two pages in a book: her back pressed against his hand, her thighs and legs squeezed between her tits and his chest, her crotch firmly connected to his, by the gigantic cock. 

She is pinned, like a piggy on the spit.  

"Ohhhhhh. . . gaaaawwwwdddd. . . fuuuuuccckkk!!"she cries. 

"See your mommy, boy?" he asks again. "Look how good she stays onto my cock!" 

"John," I say in a mixture of astonishment and excitation "you're making a package of her little body!!" 

"Sure, boy! She's my human plaything! And now watch this!!" he laughs loudly, starting to rotate mom's body around the axis formed by his dick. 

First he twirls her on her left side, till she is facing the pool, then he moves her on the right side, till she reaches her initial position, facing him. 

"You're on a merry-go-round, baby!" he exclaims triumphantly.

Mom is a doll, nothing more than a doll: fucked and abused for the pleasure of her dominant "daddy". 

The game continues. 

He turns her around, then back and forth, alternately, as though her pierced body is a kind of joy–stick, while she shrieks like a little girl, her ankles high in the air, her pussy and womb invaded by the monster shaft. 

"Watch the pussy, Scott!" he says to me, pushing back my impaled mom, till I can appreciate the incredible sight of his long pole and her grossly distended cunt. 

"You're in my control, lady Blum! Take this, now!!" John says, bursting in a hearty laugh, before pistoning her, up and down along his cock, without removing his tool from her hot womb. 

"Ohhhh. . . again. . . nooo. . . please. . . for pity's sake, daddy. . . don't make me cum again. . . not now, please. . . give me a rest, please. .!" she implores. 

But John doesn't care her pleas, and another climax is building up in my poor mom.

The long manipulation of the mature, small, silky skinned body, totally submitted to his sadistic games, together with her acceptance to be handled like a sex toy, are putting him, finally, on the verge of cumming.

"Your armpits, baby! Ohhhhh. . . how much I love your flesh, there!" he exclaims. 

In a quick action, he lets her legs fall to ground, on each side of his frame: she is sitting on his lap and he has not yet removed his prick from her insides. 

He takes both her wrists in one hand and raises them high in the air, until her white, hairless, smooth armpits are totally exposed and her double D sized boobs are thrusting out, like a pair of delicious, ripe melons.

His free hand rubs and pinches the tender skin of one armpit, while his mouth sucks voraciously and noisily in the soft hollows of the other underarm.

"Shit! These treasures make me mad!" he grunts. 

Her skin is warm, soaked with her natural sweat, and her flesh is sweet. John's mouth sniffs, licks and sucks feverishly.

"Mmmmmm. . . you taste good, baby! Never fucked an old chick like you. . . so small. . . so cute. . . so soft. . . so juicy. . . I want to eat you, Carol!" He hisses these words into her ear, while a good portion of her underarm and boob-meat is delighting his lips and his salivating tongue.  

"Ohhhhhh. . . ohhhhh, big daddy. . . I cum again. . ohhhh John. . . I can't stop. . . cum with me. . please. . . cum. . . cum. . . cum!!" She screams. Her twat is clamping down on the gigantic cock, and again her hot fluids are gushing out of her stretched tunnel.

And finally John explodes, with all the power of his sexuality: her words, added to the tingling sensation from her smooth flesh, have increased the pressure in his balls up to an unbearable level. 

He pumps her, deep in her womb, as though he is trying to come out, with his member, from her open mouth. 

For ten long minutes he hammers her unmercifully, while his seed floods her uterus and his lips and hands continue to ravage the pale white, tender skin of her upper body. 

His fluids fill her womb and she comes as well, her vaginal muscles contracting around the big cock, as her orgasm flows through her body.

She belongs to him. Definitely. Mom knows it very well. Married or not, mother or not, she belongs to this hunk of a man, to this unbelievably gigantic and strong stud, who has fucked and manipulated her, again and again, starting from the instant (twenty four hours ago) he has entered our rich house. 

When both of them are spent, mom collapses in his arms, but John doesn't get out of her. His prick is still stuffed up her cunt.

"I can stay inside you till tomorrow, doll! And you have no more a mini pussy!" he says to my exhausted mom. "Do you want to see how stretched is mom's pussy, boy?" he asks me.

And without waiting my answer, he circles her waist with his hands and lifts her up, making her sliding off the long shaft and the conical crown. 

He doesn't act fast: he wants let me clearly check out how deep mom has been penetrated. 

It's like an unending scene in a slow-motion camera. I can't believe my eyes. I can't believe she took such a monster entirely into her! 

Held high in the air, her legs opened wide, when she is totally freed from her invader a popping sound is emitted from her sex channel, followed by a torrent of fluid: the salty jism produced by his gigantic balls, mixed to the sweet cream of her lovable pussy. 

The product of mom's savage fucking has formed an enlarging dirty lake on the poolside's floor.     

Mom's gaping cunt is fully displayed to my amazed eyes.

Her pussy is dilated, her lips are swollen and stretched apart, to reveal the wet pinkness of her love channel.

"Watch what you have done to my mom, John!" I exclaim desperately. "You ruined her forever!"

"Don't worry, dude!" John reassures me. "Her muscles are still elastic; she will recover soonest her shape, believe me! Watch, now!!"

And with that, the big stud places mom again on his lap, facing away. Then he spread her legs and, without hesitation, shoves two fingers of his right hand, up to the knuckles, inside her wide open cunt. The thumb is titillating her thick swollen clit. 

Mom squirms and gasps.

John increases the action and rotates his hand in her insides. The tips of his fingers caress delicately the soaked walls, till they are rewarded by a last stream of juice, suddenly squishing out of her vagina. 

His left hand cups one large tit, his fingers flicking the elongated nipple and rubbing the wide surface of the rosy areola. 

It's like he is playing an instrument, not a woman. He enjoys the squishy sounds his fingers are making, as he works them on mom's pussy. Her squeals and screams are music to his ears.



He stands up, now, taking a couple of steps backward. Mom is firmly folded up in his arms.

"Watch what I do to your sexy mom, boy!" He circles his hands around her hips and, easily as though she is a doll, he flips her upside down in the air, without caring her high squeals. 

I look in amazement at my helpless mom: the powerful son of a bitch is holding her, suspended in front of him, by the strength of his powerful arms. 

Her hands are dangling, her lips are caressed by the thick erection of his long inched shaft, her pussy is totally displayed to the famished mouth of the sex-starved giant.

John's tongue licks noisily her wet labia and clit, getting loud feminine screams from her turned upside down body.

"Ooooohhhhhhh. . . " she yells. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. . . "

For some long minutes he drives the tip of his oral probe inside her open hole, lapping and toying her sex channel like crazy. 

He shows her off to me, letting me have a good vision of mom's flopping down boobs. The twin fleshy orbs are heavily waving over her chin, like a pair of juicy watermelons. 

"Watch them, Scott!!" he exclaims. "Watch these bouncing jugs!"

He jerks my mother's body up and down to get her tits shaking wildly, while she squeaks uninterruptedly.

"Who's the man, here, little chick?" he asks her, grinning.

"You, daddy. . . you're the man!" she admits helplessly.

"Say it again, mistress Blum! Who's your stallion? Your husband? Your boyfriend?" He gives her a tug.

"Nooooo. . . no more. . . no more. . . you. . . you. . . you're my man. . . my daddy. . . my stallion. . . please. . . please. . . let me go now!" she begs.

"Did you hear, boy?" he tells me, ignoring her pleas. "I'm her stallion! Say it, dude! Who's the master, here? Who owns this little piece of slut meat?"

"You, John, you're mom's stallion! You! You've taken, you've dominated her! She's yours, now. . . all yours!" I can't help to reply. The sight of mom at the mercy of this mountain of strength is too exciting.

"Okay, boy! Want you see another game with the baby?" He laughs loudly.

"Yes, John! Yes! Let me see!!" His words, his superiority make me crazy.

His strength is impressive; and mom is a petite doll he easily spins around. One, two, three, four times: like a pinwheel, like a toy. She lets out scared screams, mixed with his animalistic shouts. 

"Yeeeeaaaahhhhh. . . baby. . . yeeeaaahhh!" he yells out loud.

Then, in a rapid and easy motion, without letting her petite body touch the ground, he handles her in his arms, till she is suspended in the air upside down, facing away, taken in position by means of his hands, strictly wrapped around her ankles.

Mom squeals like a pig.

"Do you hear, boy?" He has a satanic grin on his face. "Do you hear these squeals? A piglet! A piglet in heat!"

For some long minutes he bounces her up and down, he spins her around, he walks back and forth along the edge of the pool, he shows her off to me. And mom doesn't stop to shriek.

"Aren't you turned on, boy?" he continues to tease me. "Have you ever imagined your mom hanging this way from her lover's hands?"

"Please, John," I beg, in an entreating tone "don't play with her this way! No more! Not so hard!"

"Hey, dude, don't interfere!" he exclaims. "She's my business, not yours. I can play with my girl all the time I want! Understand?"

And with that he starts again to rough mom up, indifferent to her loud cries.

Then, something happens which makes roll my eyes. In the most extreme demonstration of strength, John grabs both her ankles with only one hand, stretches his arm and raises mom up in the air: now her body dangles helplessly, upside down, her boobs flopping just before his mouth.

"I eat you, baby! This softness belongs to me!" And a series of small, hungry bites follows, over the flesh of her big globes.

"Stop. . . stooop. . . please. . . stoooop. . . aaaahhhh goooddd. . . no more no. . . more. . . nooo. . . aahhhh. . . " she begs pitifully.

"Look, boy! These tits swing really well!" He is swaying her gently, back and forth, like a bell. "Check them out, dude! Check mom's flesh! All free of charge!" he teases me.

And with that he lowers mom, until her breasts are at my lips level; then he scoops both her tits from the bottom with his huge palm and offers them to me. I don't hesitate: with my face mashed into the soft white valley of succulent flesh, I start to tongue the warm smooth skin. My hands follow, to capture and squeeze, between thumb and index, her hardening nipples, as mom lets out loud moans.

At the same time, John has moved his free hand to her ass, rubbing the twin cheeks and fingering, up and down, the deep cleft between the two enticing spheres.

"So tight and firm!" he exclaims, "This ass is begging for a good spanking!" And his hand comes over her buns, in a series of playful slaps: not heavy, but sufficient to produce fleshy erotic sounds and to increase my actions on mom's boobs.

Her squeals get louder.

Now he has stopped spanking her and his palm moves up and down, gently caressing mom's back, from thighs to shoulders.

"Hey, you two! Keep a new game!" John shouts at us. He lowers mom, till my mouth is just before her pussy; the head of my erect dick presses against her face. Then he gets hold of each ankle with one hand and spreads her legs: her love area is totally displayed to me. 

"Kiss and lick the babe, boy! Play with her! Do it! Do your mommy!" he incites.

Mom's body jiggles erotically, back and forth, as the sound of her voice increases: my tongue can't wait anymore. Like mad, I push her cunt lips apart with my fingers and devour her clit, sucking it into my mouth. Hard and wet: a delicious sensation. I swirl it around and lick, while my fingers explore her cunt channel, tips rubbing the soft walls. My other hand massages the twin mounds of her ass cheeks, before sliding in the lovely crack, where I tease the wrinkled anus. 

Mom's groans increase and when my probing of her pussy is rewarded by the stimulation of her G spot, she erupts in a long unbridled moan of pleasure.       

The dangling sagging toys of her breasts caress my erect cock, and her malleable flesh sends an irrepressible thrill of sexual excitement through my entire body: my sperm runs along my shaft and floods her face and tits.

"Well done, boy!" John exclaims, pulling mom out of my drained body. Still holding her up, he walks to the edge of the pool; then he grabs again both her ankles in one huge hand and swings her, like a pendulum, one two three times.

Then, "Go, little baby!" he exclaims and, with a violent push that makes her turn around in the air, he sends her into the water. 

Mom's naked body in the center of the pool is an alluring sight, and John doesn't wait. Rapidly, he jumps and in a couple of strokes he joins her, with a savage yell.

He grabs her and lets himself go, without restraint, to his lustful craving for the small, desirable body of this gorgeous housewife and mother, who is floating in front of him. Gratified by her wet curvy flesh and flawless skin, for long minutes he carries her all around, steadily held into his strong embrace; then he lifts her above his head, shows her off to me in a demonstration of full domination, and finally throws her up in the air, like a bundle, before collecting again her body in his arms, when she splashes down into the water.

He repeats this action many times, as my helpless mom is unable to offer any resistance to his wild fury, and I am really afraid that she can't survive the rough treatment this big stud is giving her.

Now John has taken mom to the edge of the pool and laid her upper body on the deck, while her legs, spread on each side of his, are parallel with the water. One of his hands is under her ass, the other one is running up and down her breasts and abdomen. The head of his enormous cock is scraping the entrance of her tender shaved sex hole.

"All in your pussy, little Carol! Yeaaaahhhh. . . fuck. . .fuck yeahhhh!!" he shouts out, and his tool opens her sex and fills her channel, before slipping past her cervix, deep up to her womb.

Mom emits a loud scream, but he doesn't care, because he only wants his pleasure. Her ample tits are pressed against his chest, when he moves her from the edge and walks in the water, carrying her like a baby chick, one large hand cupped over her lovely ass.  

He fucks her, in a standing position, just in the center of the pool. Three savage thrusts hit her pussy, before he dislodges her body from him. A torrent of cum runs out of her hole. 



With mom still held up in his arms, he climbs the stairs with no effort: his little Carol is an easy package for his powerful muscles. He reaches an outside desk and deposits her on it. She stands up; her lips are to his mouth level, her boobs bounce erotically on her small frame. He French kisses her like a passionate lover, then grabs one tit and penetrates again her pussy, now using his thick middle finger.

"It's so nice to carry you like a big baby, Carol. You're so soft, so smooth, so small. I love the feel of your juicy melons against my chest and your plump buttocks in my hands. You're a little fuck doll of a wife, aren't you?" he exclaims, drilling her hole in and out.

"Please. . . please. . . stop now. . . I. . . I can't. . . no more. ." she moans in a pleading voice, her small hands grasping helplessly his wrists.

And when he removes his finger from her intimate flesh, she relaxes her muscles and a yellow spurt of urine arches in the air from her crotch and splashes loudly against his abdomen, before running down over his balls, followed by her cry of humiliation.

The fear from the upside down treatment, the rough manipulation and the hard fucking sex in the pool have made her losing control, finally, of her bladder.

"Wooooowwwww. . . the big titted wifey pisses herself! Look, boy. . . look at the naughty babe!" he says enraptured.

"Ooooooohhhhhh. . . noooooo. . . not again. . . ooooohhhhhh. . .!" mom utters a cry, when a second jet gushes out of her cunt. But this time John is faster and his palm cups a handful of her warm liquid and massages it over the tender skin of her armpits, breasts and belly.

"Feel how your piss smells, little wife!" he says, putting his wet hand under her nose. "Piss, piss again, lady Blum! So nice, from a little chick like you!"

"Bastard!. . . bastard. . . ooooohhhhhh. . . my god. . . I. . .I. . ." she yells desperately, as another stream trickles down her own legs.

John is at the seventh heaven. And me, too.

Five minutes later. Mom is still exposed on the desk, on her feet, naked like a newborn baby. Her creamy, round buns are fully contained in the cup of his large hands, while he is bent forward, gently kissing her hairless pussy.

"Okay, pussycat, now daddy takes care of you!" he says, reaching out to fling her, in a rapid motion, over his shoulder.

Then he tells me: "Wait here, Scott! I took the girl to the shower, 'cause I want to relish in bed a clean and fresh skin, under my mouth and cock!" 

And with that he moves to the near cabin, with mom's body folded over his, while the tips of his fingers explore, with nonchalance, the enticing depths of her ass crack and his other hand is wrapped around her ankles. She looks so pathetically vulnerable, in the arms of her gigantic captor.

I hear the sound of the water from the cabin, mixed to mom's shrill squeaks and John's hearty laughs. My dick jumps, at the thought of his meaty rough hands rubbing her unblemished creamy skin.

When they get out of the shower, after more than twenty minutes, both of them are toweled dry. And naked. 

He has scooped mom up ("as always", I think in my mind) and an expression of satisfaction is diffused over his face, as he carries her like a baby.

"Did you wash her?" I question him, with banality. 

"Of course, dude! The baby enjoys being washed by her daddy!" he replies emphatically. "And I gave her, also, some of my fleshy tool, for fun! Did you love my cock under the shower, little Carol?" he mouths to mom, lowering his lips down to one turgid tit, for a gentle kiss on the appetizing nipple.

"Ohhhh. . . your cock. . . is a monster! It was like you were splitting me in two!" she says, from her cradled position, while he lightly licks her upper arm and neck.




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 09



"You have been served by three giant cocks, baby! All in one night! Did you forget it? Your pussy is well trained, now!"

It's true: mom has just finished being fucked here, inside and outside the pool, by the third cock from this group of horny escaped convicts. Without mentioning all the torrid games I had witnessed, before, inside the house. These hunky muscled young men have explored and used endlessly, in front of me, any portion of mom's body.

John is before me, with mom cradled in his arms, and I have to move my gaze upward, to see her body over my head, at seven feet from the floor. In her position, she is offering the deliciousness of her soft frontal curves and her intimate flesh to the exploring lips of a male's hungry mouth. 

An irresistible fragrance of flowers emanates from her pale white frame.

"What a scent!" I can't help to say. 

"You like it, don't you? Smell her pussy, boy! I perfumed her up and down!" He lowers mom down and lets my nose feeling the freshness of her intimate folds. I put a kiss on this pink loveliness and her clit hardens with pleasure between my lips.

"Okay, boy! Time for putting in bed this mature beauty!" John exclaims, starting to walk to the house. 

But, almost immediately, he stops on the way and moves back to the shower stall.

"Wait here, baby!" he tells her, raising mom up over his head and depositing her, in a sitting position, like a little doll, on the roof of the cabin, with her legs dangling in the air, from the edge.

With his tallness of seven feet and more inches, it has been very easy, for him, to reach the roof of the small construction. 

Incredible! Who could have figured to see my middle aged mom, a rich and respectable lady, ridiculed and pilloried this way, in her own house, by a young, uneducated, gigantic and sex starved outlaw?

"Put me down, John! Put me down, please!" she shrieks, but he doesn't care.

"Watch my girlfriend boy! Isn't she nice? Take some pictures to show your friends!" he tells me, laughing.

I am really turned on when I shot photos, from different angles, of my naked mom, helplessly exposed there, over the cabin. And I notice that, after her initial protest, now she is calmed down and her vocals have become more soft.

"Please, John! You have had your fun! Stop, now! Take me down from here!"

"My fun is not yet finished, little baby! Beg me! Beg your daddy to carry you to bed!"

"Yes, John. . . yes, daddy. . . I beg you. . . please. . ."

"Please what, little child? Say better! Say you want your big daddy carrying you to bed!"

"Yes. . . yes. . . carry me to bed, daddy. . ."

"Ask daddy to cradle you in his arms like a little child!" 

"Yes. . . cradle me in your arms, daddy! Make me your little child!" she implores in a sexy voice.

"That's good, baby! Are you ready to obey your big daddy?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"Are you ready to do anything I ask you, little girl?"

"Yes. . . yes. . . I'll do anything you want. . . I promise, but put me down, now. . . I'm tired!"

"Spread your legs for daddy, child!"

"What. . . what do you want again?"

"Spread your fucking legs, I told you!"

Mom obeys.

Now John is close to the cabin and his head touches her legs; he raises his hand up and a black piece of cloth appears between his fingers: it's mom's thong he had removed from her hips, during their previous session of sex.

Evidently, while I was taking the last photos he has collected it and now. . . what he wants to do with it, now? 

My god! This man is a real Dom! And mom is his sub!

With two fingers of his left hand he shoves the thong into her pussy, making it disappear almost completely inside her hole. Only few inches of a string hang out of her. 

Mom gasps for the surprise and for the humiliation of the improper invasion of her intimate flesh.

Almost unconsciously I take another pair of pictures.

"You got it, lil one!" John says in a mocking tone. He tugs a little the string, before pushing again the thong inside her pussy. "So, I can check how wet you become when I excite you! And, after all, it's a nice decoration of your sweet pussy! Next time I'll put it in your ass!" 

"You pervert!" mom yells. "I well knew how pervert you are, just from the first minute you entered my house!"

"Pervert, you say!!" he exclaims. "And you're a tease! A mature, curvy, little tease, who only asks and deserves to be played and manipulated in any way, like a fuck toy, by some young, dominant, big stud! A strong master for the older lady!"

"And you're my master, aren't you?" mom replies. Now she is no more angry; because her female vanity is gratified by the words and treatment she gets from her young lover: a machine of sex who looks never satiated of her tits, her pussy, her ass, her skin, her entire body.

"Your master, yeah! Come to daddy, little lady!" He has an amused tone, while he picks mom from the roof of the cabin and lowers her down, onto his huge arms.

I am nearly cumming, at the sight of my shorty, naked mother, all scooped up in the wrapping embrace of a muscular giant, four times her weight, one time and half her height, thirty years junior to her.

John walks with his prey to the entrance door: he is well determined to enjoy mom in bed.

When he passes beside me, he is chewing on one large, nude boob and mom moans with delight and pleasure, one arm wrapped around his bull neck, while one hand caresses his cheek.

She is in ecstasy, cradled like a child by the young, powerful, gigantic man.

"Come with us, boy!" he tells me, removing his head, for some instants, from the succulent breast. "The night is ours, this nice kitten is ours!"

And I follow them.

Inside the room, with mom still held up in his arms, he releases her boob from his mouth.

"Holy shit, John! Watch what you did to her tit!" I say in amazement. Nipple and areola have been shaped, from his workout, into a triangular nub of pink, wrinkled skin, jutting much more than one inch from the peak of her luscious breast. He uses mom like his plaything, his personal sex doll.

He kisses her on the mouth, and his tongue makes slurping noises inside her oral cavity.

He looks satisfied, when he gets out of her. "We are in your marital room, babe!" he says. "But your wimp old hubby is not here and you're ready to share your cute small body with two young males: your big daddy and your son! Okay, baby?"

"Yes, John. . . yes. . . I want both of you! I'm your girlfriend, your sex partner! Give me a night of sex, you two! The night of my life!" she cries. "But first let me recover from my orgasms! I'm drained, now!" she begs.

"Okay, baby! Take your rest time!" he accepts. And with that he lays mom down gently onto the bed's sheets, face upwards.

Then he jumps beside her. And me, too, on her other side.

Now mom is between us. She is so short that her feet barely touch John's upper thighs. He has grasped one tit in his greedy hand and I do the same with the other. He plays, over her pussy, with the strings of the thong, while I nuzzle the warm flesh of her armpit and underarm. Then I kiss and tongue her lips.

Finally my dreams are ready to come true. Finally, this night, mom will give herself totally to me and I will become her lover. 

Eleven in the morning. I wake up, after a night of the most incredible sex I had ever imagined. A night during which, finally, I owned mom's pussy; and ass, too.

John and mom, both laid on the bed, are beside me: he is kissing passionately her mouth, while his hand pinches one hard nipple and the surrounding areola.

After the long threesome session, mom's body is fully coated in a sticky mixture of sweat, male cum and female juices.

The bed is a mess. The black thong (better to say "what remains of the black thong") is tied around her neck, in a kind of collar. It has been John's fancy, after pushing pulling, in and out her vagina and ass, the little piece of cloth.

John has been helpful with me, this night; he has given me all the time to taste the woman of my dreams: my beautiful, lovable, luscious little mom. 

I was laying on the bed, when he lifted her by her thighs and back and lowered her down, onto my body, straddling my fully erect cock; and, for the first time, I was buried deep inside the hole from which I emerged eighteen years ago.

"The child needs a good bath!" John says, removing his lips from hers. "And peeing, too!" he laughs. "I'll take care!" and, with that, he stands up; then he puts one hand under her back and one hand under her thighs; mom is again cradled into his arms, like a doll, when he walks her out of the room.

I go to another toilet and, after a restorative shower, I come back to the bedroom. 

When John, one hour later, re-enters the room, mom is held in the crook of his arm, her left hand resting on his thick muscled neck. A large smile lights up her face; she is totally nude (what a sight!!), while he wears a pair of blue jeans. I am in my shorts.

An enticing fragrance of fresh lavender fills up the room.

"Wooowww. . . this scent is delicious!!" I exclaim. 

"The kitten deserves it! And when I bathed her in the tub and perfumed her skin, you'd have had to hear her giggles! What a babe!!" And with that he nibbles the white flesh of her smooth upper arm. Then mom offers him her armpit and he slobbers his tongue over it, getting joyful squeals from her.

He walks few steps to the bed where, like handling a little child, he deposits mom on it, in vertical position.

Even standing up, her head is more than one foot below the level of his, so he has to bend down, to lick a good portion of her left tit, lingering over the hot areola and the little mole.

"Mmmmm. . ." she moans. "Haven't you had enough fun with them, last night?"

"Your puppies, baby?" he exclaims, before dipping again in her perfumed cleavage. "These honeydews are the sweetest melons I've ever sucked!!"

"Thank you, daddy!" she says, totally submitted.

"Let's find your cloth for today, honey!" John says. He opens the closet in front of the bed.

"Jeeezzz, baby. . . a lot of stuff, here!" he exclaims. "And you used all of it to tease your men, naughty girl!!"

"I love showing off my body, to get their attention! I know I'm an attractive woman, despite my age and my shortness in height!" she says, in a disarming smile.

"You got a hot mommy, boy!" he tells me; then he picks up a pair of red g-string panties and asks me: "Nice outfit, isn't it? My friends would get aroused!" He has already started helping mom to put on her new underwear.

"Oh, yeah. . . sure, John!" I have to admit.

"These bazooms on your small frame are what the guys really like!" he shouts emphatically, groping her twins in his huge palms.

"Please, John, don't make me walk all day like that! Let me cover them!" mom pleads.

"Okay, doll! Try this!" he says, taking something from the drawer and showing it: a pink negligée, a sheer see-thru very low cut garment, with a pair of spaghetti strings.

With expertness, he lifts her arms straight over her head, then pulls the baby doll down her body. The bottom edge barely reaches her crotch, leaving fully exposed her fleshy thighs.

"Oooohhhh. . .!" mom exclaims. "This was my husband's favourite nightgown!"

"The wimpy cuckolded faggot!" John's face explodes in a loud laugh. "What did he want to do with that little wee-wee between his legs?"

"Don't talk like that, you pervert brute!" mom reprimands him, but he doesn't care.

He takes her hand and makes her turn around.

"What d'you think, boy? Isn't she a nice bimbo? A nice piece of ass?" he asks me.

"Oh, mom. . . you're so sexy, so good! I wanna do you so bad!" The sight of my mom, standing on her marital bed, dressed up so provocatively and totally subdued by the lustful desires of this giant hunk of a man, makes me horny again.

"But, honey. . ." she marvels, "you got me all night long! Not yet satisfied?"

"Enough of these trifles!" John booms out. And, with resolution, he scoops mom up and carries her in his huge arms, like a child, out of the room, to the backyard.

He kisses her on the mouth, along the way; then "Let's go to Nick and Tom, now!" he exclaims. "Surely the guys were beating off all the time, last night, hearing all of your loud squeals and screams, baby! Let the two blacks play with your white flesh, babe!"

Nick is playfully lying in the water of the swimming pool, while Tom is stretched on a large couch, with a glass of beer on the table in front of him.

"Hey, guys!" John exclaims, still holding mom up. "Watch the gift I carry for you, this morning!" he shows my mother off, like a trophy.

"For sure you had no mercy, last night! The little white chick was squeaking like a frightened mouse!" Tom says.

"She's been fully served. In all her holes!" John laughs, in a sadistic tone. 

"Holy shit, pal! Sure you know how to treat the old gals!" 

"And she was whining and purring like a puppy, when we made her play with our dicks!" John adds.

"Give me the baby, now! I can't wait to taste this little puppet and play with these fun bags!" Tom, who has approached the couple, literally pulls mom off John's embrace.

Now she is cradled in the arms of another guy.

"Did you fuck well, last night, sweetie?" Tom asks her, before planting a hot kiss on her full lips. Mom doesn't answer.

"Okay, guys, I let you amuse yourself with my girl! But don't spoil her too much!" John exclaims. "I go to fix some foods for all of us. We're hungry, after all!" and, with that, he disappears inside the house.

Tom continues taunting mom. He has easily turned her in his arms, sliding one hand inside her light garment, to caress one large boob. 

"Your son fucked you! Right?" he says, taking hold of her delicious tit flesh.

"He loves me! He's not a rude pervert brute like you!" 

A sardonic laugh is the reply to her charming voice.

In the next two hours mom's body is moved from one to the other man, in an unending carousel of laughs, smacks, yells and moans.

It's evident: these young guys have found a prey who can fulfil all their lustful needs. The opportunity to have at their complete disposal and to use for their liking an older woman, old enough to be their mother, satisfies their libido much more than a young girl. 

And they take advantage of her lightness and smallness to treat her like a baby: her ninety pounds and short height are easy to be handled in any way. Like a little child played by adults, her soft body is held all the time in their arms, shoulders and laps: they never let her touch the ground. 

In her flimsy baby doll and mini panties she is a delightful vision. All clean, all perfumed, all pale shaved: you could never say she is a fifty-two years old lady.

My presence, the presence of her son, is an incentive for the massive studs.

"Look your mommy, boy! Look how good she cuddles up my arms! A kitten! A kitten who wants snuggles!" Nick shows mom off to me: he cradles and rocks her in his muscular arms, as though he is carrying an infant.

Too much for me to hold on. These words, added to the luxurious sight of my mother, the high class respectable woman, who has totally submitted, now, to this bunch of perverts, are driving me crazy. These hunks can toy unmercifully with her and abuse her for their own amusement, for their sadistic pleasure. 

I feel no more jealousy, only arousal surging through my body; because mom, at my eyes, is just a gorgeous mature woman, played by some sex starved youngster men.   

I stay hard as a rock, stroking my dick, till my spunk wets my hand, before dropping in a pool at my feet. 

The show continues uninterruptedly, also during lunch time. Mom's clothes are not a barrier for the two wild studs, who can find easily their way under her garments, to fondle, squeeze and maul her white body. 

When I come back to the backyard from the kitchen, where I loaded and started the dishwasher, I can see that her nightgown has been thrown on one chair, while the poor little thong, ripped in two, is floating over the water of the pool. Mom has been fully denuded and the two naked blacks, who have arranged for a large sun-mattress in a corner of the deck, have laid her there, between them.  

Her feminine grunts and moans fill up the air, while hands and mouths explore playfully any square inch of her silken skin, any hollow and hole of her exquisite body. 

It is a feast of tits. Mom's tits: her main tantalizing attraction. And the two guys are giving them all the attention they deserve. She has her lovely breasts thoroughly caressed, licked and sucked, like appetizing melons, by the two men at the same time, till her globes disappear in their voracious mouths. The same treatment follows for her ass cheeks: kneaded, massaged, squeezed and licked by both of them.

They kiss her arms and armpits, they finger her bottom holes in a double contemporaneous penetration.

They rub their dicks all over her body, front and rear side; they make her play with their dicks; they force her to suck the gigantic tools in her small mouth.

And finally they fuck her; first Tom, then Nick. Rapidly and with efficiency, like two professionals of the sex.

At the end of the hard session, mom is totally exhausted. 

Nick raises her up easily, as though she is a feather. I watch the couple: woman and man, white and black, mature and young, small and big, sophisticated and rude, housewife and intruder, my mom and her ravisher.

He walks mom slowly, holding her up in his huge arms, around the pool. And mom says something in his ear. 

"Sure, Carol, right now!" he exclaims, with a large smile on his face.

And promptly he carries her to the edge of the small bush, beside the pool.

Then he lowers her body, grasps her by the thighs and opens her legs.

"Go ahead, baby!" he orders and she obeys: a golden stream lands on the grass of the path, as she is still held up in the air.

When mom stops peeing, he lifts her again in his arms and reaches the edge of the pool, from where he jumps into the water, with her.

He plays with mom's body for a while, breaking out into loud laughs, which cover her feminine delightful squeals.

Then, satisfied, he climbs the steps out of the pool, still cradling her, and enters the little cabin, without closing the door, so that I can watch all the treatment he gives her, under the shower.

Finally dried, both of them get out and lay in two chairs, sunbathing in the nude. 

From the doorway John calls mom and immediately she stands up and walks to him. I can't help to gaze with lustful eyes at her bare ass cheeks, which sway voluptuously, back and forth, at each step.

Mom and the big stud stay in the bedroom for more than one hour and I am surprised to not hear the voices of another fucking session. What are they doing?

Finally they get out and (second surprise!) mom is no more naked: she wears a sheer black negligee. And she walks by her own feet: unusually for her, the big stud is not holding her up, triumphantly, in his arms.

"Hey, guys, listen the news!" John calls out to his friends, approaching them. "Tomorrow we'll get here another chick, to amuse ourselves!"

"Another chick?!" Nick and Tom exclaim in unison, with astonishment. I am surprised, too. Who is the new woman?

"Yes, pals! Another chick! 'Cause our baby" he points at mom "has invited her dear friend Helen. And Helen will join us tomorrow morning! A girl of forty-two years; five feet and a set of double E!"

"Oooohhhh. . . wooowwww. . ." is the enthusiastic comment of the two blacks.

"And if you'll do the right way," John winks at them "she can stay here all the night! Satisfied?"

Of course satisfied!

But now my thoughts run to Helen! Helen here! To the mercy of all these eager studs! Helen! What would say her son, the son of a bitch of Rudy, if he knew that his beloved mom, whose precious tits are his daily proud object of speech with his classmates, has accepted to come here, into a den of ravenous wolves? The right revenge, I think in my mind, for having pounded my mom, the mother of his best friend! Just here, in my house!




Young Studs for Carol Ch. 09



"Mom!" I ask her. "Why did you invite Helen?"

"John wants another woman here, and I can't say no to him!" she replies breathlessly. "And, also, I can no more face, alone, all of them!" she indicates the group of stallions, before us. "I cannot survive, like that, another day and night!"

"But what did you tell her?" I am curious to know.

"I said that we have some guests; young, long standing friends of your dad, who are staying here for a couple of days and would like to meet with new people!"

"And she said yes!"

"Oh, it wasn't much difficult to convince her! You know Helen! She is so. . . dynamic! And lively! Especially when it comes to young men! In addition, Frank and Rudy are not at home for all the week!"

"Mom, it sounds great! I want just to remove some of my whims with those big boobs of Aunt Helen!"

"Nasty boy! Aren't my tits enough for you? Indeed, honey, you feasted on them like mad, all night long!" 

"Mom, you're always the best, for me! And you know it! But you let Rudy nail you! Why can't I do the same to his mother? Tell me, instead, about the little Jimmy! Is she coming here with him?"

"Nope, don't worry!" she reassures. "Meg, her sister, will take care of him. Meg, also, has a little baby: she will be breastfeeding both of them! Helen will come here alone!"          

"Hey! Just a moment!" John intervenes: he has heard our discussion. "Tell me, little pussy! Is Helen still nursing a little baby?" 

"Yes, John!" mom answers.

"This means she has a pair of lactating jugs!"

"Yes, of course!"

"And these bosoms are giving a lot of fresh white milk, don't they?" John is really excited. "Lots of fresh milk, for all of us" he nods to his companions "to gorge on a pair of round, fat, succulent sources!" 

"John, you are disgusting; you can't talk like this!" mom exclaims, but her words are covered up by the enthusiastic yells of the three studs.

Rudy is served!! 

Dinner is over, now, and we are all in the living room, drinking and watching television.

John has guided mom to a large chair, where he has pulled off her flimsy gown, before sitting her sideways, fully naked, on his lap. One of his hands rubs almost absent-mindedly the left side of her body, from shoulder to thigh, while the other one holds a glass of scotch. 

Then, after half an hour, he stands up, cradling mom in his arms.

"The girl sleeps with me, tonight!" he grins, kissing the silken flesh of her inner boobs. "You guys will get your fun tomorrow, from the new gal!"

And with that he carries mom, like a virgin bride, to her marital bedroom.

I follow the couple few seconds later and by the time I am on the doorway, they are already in bed: John seated against the back of the bed, mom positioned astride him. As usual, his hands are grasping her tits, his palms and fingers massaging the tender flesh.

"These twins are amazing!" he tells me. "Fresh, smooth and large sized, like heavy melons! Incredible for such a small, old bitch!"

Her hands are over his and she gazes up interrogatively to his face.

"Let us alone, boy!" he says. "I want to taste and entertain the little bimbo like she deserves, by myself!"

"Please, John, don't fuck me again, tonight!" mom pleas softly. "I've had hard times, with you and your friends. Now give me some rest, please!"

"Okay, baby! I'll use only my hands and mouth on these fleshy boobies and this sweet mini pussy!" One hand continues to squeeze her tit, while the other one has reached her crotch, rummaging the soft labia with his fingers.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhh. . . " she ululates.

"And I'll make you giggle and grunt of joy, like never before in all of your fifty-two years and lots of silly lovers, mistress Blum!" 

He handles her like a doll, enjoying her moans.

"I'm going to make you my submissive slave! Tonight, mistress Blum, you will beg me to take you every day and every way, to use your mature body for my and your amusement, to treat you like the little nasty whore you are, to order any dirty thing I want from you!"

His fingers are mercilessly rolling her exposed clit and nipple, getting soft little whines of pleasure from her.

"You are going to squeal like a piggy, little Carol! 'Cause you're no more an arrogant wife! You're my tasty obedient girlfriend, my juicy slut!!" His hand lands, with a loud smack, on her right boob, making it swing on her chest.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. . . myyyyyyyy. . . " she shrieks.

"I'm your daddy, mistress Blum! Your strong big daddy! Don't forget it!" 

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . my daddy. . . I know. . . you're my daddy!" mom says obediently.

"And your lover, too!"

"My lover. . . yeah. . . yeah. . . I'm yours!"

"And I can do anything I want to you! Okay?"

"Yes, daddy! Anything you want!"

"Nice girl, little Carol!" he exclaims, before licking her tit. "And do you know want I want? Do you know what I'll do tomorrow?"

"What . . . what . . . you want. . . to. . . tomorrow?" she mumbles.

"Tomorrow, mistress Blum, you'll be totally enslaved!" he says emphatically. "I'll let my buddies play with you, then you'll get lesbian fun from your friend Helen, before I'll be fucking both of you in front of everybody, with my big tool. And finally, lady, I'll make both of you sluts pissing yourselves on the deck, like two little babies, for all of us watching! Understand?"

Wooohhh!!! The best revenge towards that bullshit of Rudy! I'm really curious to see his precious mom being debased by this mountain of muscles, by this monster of cock! Pissing openly! What a sight! I'll take pictures of it, before mailing them to him.

I am indulging in these thoughts, when I close the door and reach my room, leaving them alone.

During a couple of hours their voices resound in my ears: John's sharp commands and loud laughs, mixed to mom's high pitched shrieks and feminine giggles.

I am figuring mom feasted by that hunk of a stud, his hands and mouth exploring and devouring any private recess of her delicious mature body: it brings me (and not only once) to the brink of cumming, it moves the sperm in my balls along my cock shaft, it makes me spurt again and again. 

Till, finally, the house becomes silent and I fall in a deep sleep, exhausted.

Twelve hours later, when all of us are swimming naked in the pool, John appears, holding mom up on the crook of his muscled arm. He is wearing a pair of shorts, while mom, her bouncy tits jutting out in all their gorgeous nudity, is only clad in a green g-string thong. 

Amazing sight! He walks her with ease around the deck, as though he is carrying a little doll, proud to show her off. And I get another erection. 

"Finally, at last!" Nick exclaims. "Daddy and his lovely child!" He jumps out of the pool, approaching the couple.

"How was the night with the girl, pal?" he asks, broking out in a big laugh.

"Delightful!! A gorging of tits and pussy juices!" John replies, fondling one of her boobs. "You squeeze her flesh and the old chick screams and creams all over! A real sex bombshell, who deserves always a good treatment from her men! And she got the good treatment: the titty fuck of her life!! Now she's yours, 'cause I'm going to welcome the new babe!"

In a quick motion, Nick pulls mom away from John's embrace.

"Come here, baby!" he exclaims, scooping her up and walking to the pool, where he jumps into the water, with his giggling, delicious trophy in his arms.

(Scott's narration stops here)

The red city-car crosses the sliding door and enters the Blum's property.

The driver is a stunning female in her early forties; beautiful face, pale blue eyes, cute little nose, big full lips, her hair tied in a long ponytail. 

Helen wears a green sleeveless tight blouse, closed by only two buttons over the prominent hills of a generous set of breasts; her round fleshy arms are exposed in all their sensual nudity. A very short skirt provides an ample view of her well-shaped thighs. Her small feet are encased in a pair of white sport shoes.

A towering male figure emerges from the shadow and opens the driver's door.

"Welcome to us, beauty!" John says, with a broad grin on his face.

In my drafts, the series ends here.

If you liked my story and now you want to read more, about the "pool party" between two mature busty women and four young bullies, put here, please, your suggestions and/or send me, by e-mail, your feedback. 

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Young Studs for Carol



And then Tom noticed him. Somebody was peeking from the window, through a crack. It was just a non definite shape in the shadow, but Tom well understood it was belonging to Scott: the boy was spying on them. 

Tom knew that Scott got the hots for his mother and that Carol, too, was anxious to join her son in bed. What a fun, now, to tease both of them; what a lucky occasion!    

Pretending he had not seen the boy, he moved his hands over the still passed out woman, caressing her body and murmuring, in a voice that Scott could hear easily, the sweet words of an incestuous love.  

"You want to fuck your son, don't you, beautiful mom? You want him fondling your tits, don't you, mommy? You want your pussy being kissed, don't you?" and his hands and lips were running along her small frame, covering her erogenous zones.

Little by little, under his continuous stimulation, the faint woman regained consciousness.

"Oooohhhhh. . . what did you do? Please, boy, please, no more sex! You are so big, so strong! You are killing me!"

Carol loved sex, of course; many times she cuckolded her husband with other men, many times she dated her young suitors, but none of them had the sexual unending fury of those strangers who had captured her and abused of her in a thousand of ways, practically without resting, in the last twenty hours, like they were made of steel.

"Mom, you made love with your son, don't you remember? He fucked you and you came; don't you remember his big cock in your pussy?" Tom was recalling to her mind the fiction they had just played and again Carol was involved in her role, without knowing that her son was watching them.

Tom gripped her wrists in one of his large hands and stretched them past her head; he went into raptures at the sight of her totally exposed armpits: the white-ivory skin and her smooth delicate flesh aroused his senses. 

His free hand went down, to cover her crotch. 

"Wow, mommy, what a sexy cunt you have! And what a sexy armpits! You don¹t have a hair on them! These are the sweetest pussy and armpits I ever saw in my life!" he shouted, staring intently at her body.

He was kissing, licking and flicking her smooth, tender armpits and underarms, while his thumb and index finger, which had found her clit, were rolling the little tidbit between them.

"You like it, don't you mommy? You like your armpits sucked and your clit played! Say that you like it, baby!" he told her, smelling her underarms; he was fascinated by her childlike softness and whiteness.

Carol didn't reply and he increased his action. He pinched and pulled the tiny nub on her twat and put his tongue into the hollows of her armpits, playfully slurping.

Despite her will, Carol couldn't resist: she felt her pussy tickling again.

Tom was teasing her with his words.  

"Say yes, mommy! Say that you like it! Think to your son, mommy! Don't you like to have your son licking and sucking your armpits? Don't you like it? Don't you love him?"

"Yes, yes, yeeeeessss. . . you bastard. You know how to tease me! Suck, suck my armpits. You like them, don't you? My body is yours, big boy! You like to lick my . . . ooooohhhhh. . . my tit. . . gaaaawwwwwddd!" she moaned.

Tom's left hand had covered her right boob and his callous, strong fingers were mauling and milking it, like she was a cow. 

"Hey, mommy! What a nice boob, here; your lucky son can play with mom's titflesh and you like it, don't you, little one?" he mocked her, while the other hand was still manhandling her pussy, tweaking her clit and exploring the depths of her love tunnel. 

"You want make me cum again, you want see mommy cumming, you big bastard!" she yelled.

"Yes, mommy! And now I want to eat your big fat boobs!" and in an instant, without releasing his hands from her body, Tom engulfed half of Carol's succulent left breast in his avid mouth, trying to suck as much of her titflesh as he could. 

"Ahhhhhhhh. . . don't. . . Tom, please, please, don't. . . " she begged, while her big boob was delighting his greedy mouth. 

When her jug, finally, came out, it was all glistening and purplish red. 

During all that time Scott was leaning against the window to spy, through the crack, upon the fucking couple. 

Tom was manipulating the woman like she was his toy; her body was totally exposed to him: it was endlessly handled, mouthed and fucked by the young black. 

To watch the big stud amusing himself over his petite, white mom; to watch him caressing and tonguing her delicate armpits and underarms; to watch him playing with the mole that maliciously adorned her luxuriant tit; to watch him slobbering her boob with his tongue and devouring it in his ravenous mouth, like a delicious apple; to watch him rolling in his fingers her erect clit; to watch them pretending to fuck like mom and son: all of it drove Scott's carnal appetites for Carol to an unbelievable level. 

He was seized with the irresistible desire to join the couple, pick his mom up, carry her to his room, lay her on the bed and fuck her for all his worth. 

But he knew it was impossible, at the moment, because he had to obey John's orders; and John, who was the master in the house, had told Scott and Carol, many times, that they could fuck only in a threesome with him.        

On the other hand, Scott was turned on by the thought of his gorgeous mother in bed, strictly embraced to himself and John, the dominating stud who called Carol "child" and who was called "daddy" by her, due to their difference of frame and height, despite the difference of age.   

The boy started to beat himself. 

"Nice food, baby! Your boobs are fabulous!" shouted Tom.

Carol didn't reply: she was still astonished from the devastating tit-mouthing. 

Before meeting John and his companions, she had never imagined to get this kind of treatment during her sexual intercourses, but now she was almost disappointed that her boobs weren't full of sweet milk, to nourish that eager stud and get more fun.     

She was all buried in her fantasies, when Tom's action returned her to the reality. He picked her up and positioned her on all fours, over the sheets. Her face was nestled in his hairy crotch and her legs were spread on each side of his body; he was sitting on the bed and her white, uplifted ass was a couple of inches from his mouth. "Another succulent bait", thought the black guy.

"Suck bitch, show me how you can work on my cock!" Tom shouted, placing one hand on the back of her neck and roughly pushing on, till her lips touched the tip of his prick.   

"Use your mouth and your fingers, little mommy! Give me a good job!"

She had to use both her tiny hands around his large prick and her open mouth was hardly able to gulp down the apple-sized cock-head. 

"Go ahead, baby, eat me, suck. . . suck me, little one!" he ordered.

And Carol complied. The long and wild sex-sessions with those hunks of men, during the last night, had released any previous restraint from her: now, facing again a big cock, she knew very well how to handle it. 

And she loved it. The woman fully opened her mouth and started sucking on Tom's big dick, back and forth. Half of the long shaft disappeared into her cavity, whith a slurping sound, then it went out and her small tongue licked and flicked the skin of the cock-head. In and out, in and out, alternately, with increasing rapture: she played with the cock like she was possessed. She loved the taste of that thick member, and she made it all wet and slippery.

"Here is your meat, mommy; a nice hard piece for your hungry mouth!" shouted the black guy. "Go ahead, take it all, suck it all in your fucking mouth, little one!"

From the window, Scott was watching in astonishment. His mom was taking in her lovely mouth the whole foot-long ebony shaft; now it bulged in her throat, while her fingers were cradling and squeezing the large nuts.

What a whore was his mother! Scott's cock stiffened in his fist: again, the sight of his hot mom had made him incredibly horny. 

The woman was still in a prone position, her spread legs and kneels resting on the sheets, her face bending over the fully engulfed cock, her tiny hands grasping the big thighs of her lover; her ass was totally displayed to the young stud's eyes.

Tom enjoyed the fascinating sight of her glorious round buns, the crack between her buttocks and the opening of her pussy: everything at his easy reach.      

"The old woman wants a lesson," said Tom to himself. 

His large hand cupped one cheek and squeezed hardly: her flesh was firm and elastic, her skin was tender and smooth. 

Also the second cheek disappeared in the other hand. 

With his fingers securely tightened around the two emispheres, he moved them back and forth, looking with rapture at his prey; he was fascinated by the ass-crack and the wrinkled rose bud of her anus that he could easily widen and clench, with alternate motion, while Carol continued to suck his large member.

"Does it taste good, mommy?" he asked her. "Suck, mommy, suck it all in your fucking mouth! Does it make you wet, little bitch? I'm young enough to be your son and you suck me; it's like you are sucking your own son, isn't it, you depraved mommy?"

The crude language increased her excitement. Her lips were running up and down the long meaty pole, pushing the big cock-head in the back of her cavity, down her gullet. 

Tom's strong hands continued to work over Carol's tender ass; her butt-hole opened and closed with squishing sounds. It was too much, for the aroused stud, who bent his head and plunged his tongue into her secret recess, probing the wet walls of her anal channel. 

On one end Carol was sucking the large cock; at the other end Tom was licking the insides of her anus. 

Again the woman was on the verge of another orgasm, while her ravisher had not yet cum. 

"This guy and his buddies are made of iron," she was thinking. "They can make me cum a lot of times, without spurting. They are not human, they are monsters. And when they come it's like a torrent of sperm." 

The long night of sex, in the kitchen, with all these men, was flashing back to her mind, like in a movie: her triple penetration, her unending orgams and finally the cum-bath she got from their cocks.  

And now, again, she was horny. 

"Cum, boy, cum in my mouth! Give me your spunk, let me swallow all of it," were her thoughts, while her lips and tongue increased the action over his fully planted shaft and her nostrils inhaled, rytmically and resoundingly.     

Tom's darting tongue was firmly inserted in her sphyncter; after the savage fucking of the last night, her former virginal ass was an easy land, now, and he had no difficulties to go deep in her insides, savouring her intimate wetness.   

When, finally, his tongue came out, the smell of two little farts filled the air. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh. . . poor little baby!! You have to shit, don't you?" Tom mocked, sarcastically grinning.

The flow of stinking air from her bowels had embarassed the woman. Without releasing her hold around the big cock, she was moving feverishly her head, many times, as sign of refusal at the dirty words of the black stud. 

Tom loved to fuck, cruelly and thoroughly, those white, married, mature, rich and haughty females of the society; he loved to umiliate and degrade those arrogant women and make them meekly asking for mercy; he loved to crush them in his strong arms, especially if they had a gorgeous body like this hot piece of Carol, whose son was certainly masturbating, at the sight of his well-used mom.    

Carol's butt-hole was still gaping in front of Tom and he wanted nothing more than to be again inside it.

He used his hands, now. His left thumb and forefinger caressed and pinched the pink protuberance of her clit: the love button hardened and the pussy pulsed, while the back of his right middle-finger started running along the crack of her buns, before being stuck, all the way, into her. 

"Soft and tender like butter," thought Tom, who explored the warm cavern of her asshole, by moving his finger up and down. 

Carol's lips were slurping on his cock, her clit was rolling between his tips and her anus was totally exposed to him: the woman was at his mercy.         

He dipped another finger into her ass, making it slip till the second knuckle; his left hand checked the increasing wetness of her vagina: the horny housewife was close to cum.   

"Do you like it, little bitch?" he said, and abruptly he pulled his fingers out of her hole. A wet plop, together with a couple of farts, a little louder than before, resounded in the room.  

Carol let his cock slipping out of her mouth and turned her head back to him. 

"Ooooooohhhh. . . Tom, forgive me, you. . were sooooooo. . .", but he didn't let her finish. With his left hand still wrapped around her pussy and clit, he buried three fingers of her right hand, all together, inside her ass.

"Gaaaaaaawwwwwwdddddd. . . what. . . are you. . . doing. . to me? Don't. . please. . . don't. . " she was frightened at his strength. His powerful young body was dominating her delicate frame and she was helpless in his hands.  

"What are you blathering, mommy? Do you know what you are? Just a shrimp; a little, small shrimp. And I'm your master. Call me sir and tell me who's your master! Go ahead, little mommy, I want to hear from you!"

And while his meaty fingers continued to ravish her inner parts, the poor lady obeyed and whimpered, in her childlike voice: "Yes, sir, yes, you are my master . . . my strong, big master!"

"Am I good enough for you, mommy?" he insisted and pulled out his fingers.

Carol was humiliated. "Ooooooohhhhh. . . master, please. . ." she moaned.

Her ass, on fire, was an invitation for him.   

He inhaled her stinking odor, then he raised his black hand and slapped the flawless, ivory white skin, making it sway and tremble playfully.  

WHACK!! The impact of meat against meat resounded in the room. 

"Ohhhh...sir," she cried. "Please, stooop, don't hurt me. . . please. . . please. . . for pity's sake!" 

WHACK!! WHACK!! The young stud was spanking the mature woman like she was a bad schoolgirl; her ass was turning red.

"Pleeeeease. . . Tom, please, sir, stooop. . ." Carol begged; but he didn't mind.

Her clit was bursting, between his thumb and index fingers; and she felt her nipples hardening, as they rub against his hairy belly.  

Her wanton desire increased, in spite of the pain she was getting from his hands. 

Again the black guy inserted three fingers through her puckered hole, moving and twisting them, like a spiral, in and out.

"Does it make you cum, little lady? Do you like my fingers up you ass? and around your clit? Taste this, now!!" And after his words, he pushed the whole middle and ring fingers of his left hand inside her cunt channel, till they reached her cervix. 

Scott watched and masturbated, at the sight of the two lovers. 

He didn't believe to his eyes: Tom was slapping Carol's ass repeatedly and she accepted, in her prone position, his rough treatment. 

The boy couldn't help to stroke his cock, while the black stud's palms cracked the white, round asscheeks of his beautiful mom. 

"You are mine, bitch!" Tom yelled. His blood-filled cylinder of meat was growing up, long and thick.

The big cock moving against her face, his fingers touching and screwing her erogenous zones, the powerful body of this black Adonis, who dwarfed her like she was an infant: overwhelmed by these sensations, all together, Carol was on the verge of an orgasm.

Without mercy, Tom sped up his action: brutal and rough, his right hand came out of the recess of her sphyncter and whacked, immediately after, with roaring impact, her round butt. Then, again, three fingers disappeared inside her anal hole: in and out, many times, with regular rythm. 

When he stopped to finger-fuck her beaten ass, his lips planted a wet kiss over the ravished buns, licking and nibbling at the smooth skin; again, her bowels gave out and she let out another loud fart that delighted the sadisic side of his mind.      

"Nice to see you again, pal!" a sudden voice boomed. "I've caught you, at last, you sadistic pig! What are you doing to the baby?"

It was Nick. After having waited the return of Tom, in the backyard, for a couple of hours, he had started looking for him. When he had turned the corner of the house, he had seen the boy peeping through the window of Carol's bedroom. Without hesitation, he had entered the building and had reached the room.

He was naked. His huge cock was dangling between his thighs.

Carol and Tom were in bed. The woman was straddling the man, facing away; her butt was raised, her face bent into his pelvis. He was caressing and tonguing her glistening asscheeks. 

"I'm playing, Nick; the baby is good, sweet and tender like a kitten. We got a nice piece of mommy, buddy!" Tom said.

"What is this smell? Who's shitting, here?" Nick asked, sniffing at the stink air in the room.

"It's the baby, my friend. I played with her ass and she let out. No shit, just farts."

"May be the child needs some help, Tom! Lemme check!" and with that Nick held out his hands and scooped the woman up in his well muscled arms.

Carol was in turmoil. Surprised by the unexpected and impetuous intrusion of the second stud, still aroused by the long sexual performance with Tom and now hurt by those dirty words, she was unable to speak; she was just uttering plaintive, muffled moans, while Nick was taking her suspended in the air and his darting tongue was exploring her inner parts. 

"Go ahead, buddy, don't stop! The mommy is ours! She loves our big cocks!" yelled Tom, from the bed.  

The woman was frightened. Four strangers had fucked her all together, ravaging her in every way, without resting, last night; now she was trembling at the thought that she had to accept, again, more than one man at once. 

And, like in other occasions, when she was scared, her bladder was ready to burst. The black stud was nuzzling her cunt, but she had to relieve herself.      

"Sir. . . sir, let me go, please! I have to pee, let me go to the bathroom!" her voice was pleading. 

"Peeing??!" Nick exclaimed, quite incredulous to his ears, anticipating the new torment he was starting to give her and the new pleasure he was starting to get from it.  

"Don't worry, mommy, I'll serve you just now!"

And in few seconds, easily like she was a doll, he turned Carol around in his embrace and lifted her up, by her waist, facing away. She was standing up and his strong hands held her suspended in the air.

"Tom, open the window!" he ordered. "The child, here, has to piss, but we don't want to let her watering the floor, do we?"

"Not, of course, Nick! You're right!" and he jumped from the bed, reaching the window.

Both the guys had had the same idea; they knew that Scott was still watching and they would enjoy teasing him with the sight of his mother performing another dirty act in front of him.    

"What. . . what are you doing. . . ohhhhhh. . . let me go. . . put me down. . . please, sir. . . don't do this," the woman was begging, trapped in the strong grip of huge hands.

But she was helpless; effortlessly, Nick lowered her and made her head passing through the opened window, then he lifted her up again, till her entire body was jutting out of the building, hold at the waist by his stretched arms.   

The quick action of the two black studs catched Scott by surprise. He had just the time to take a few steps backwards, his pants down to the ankles, his stiff cock still clutched in his fist. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh. . . nasty boy!" shouted Nick. "You like the show, don't you? Okay, enjoy it! Enjoy your mommy playing with us!"

"And you, baby," he continued, "look at your son; look how turned-on he is; from his face I bet he would like to sneak in your pussy; and to taste mommy's sweet juices. Don't you, boy? But now mommy is busy; she can't help your cock; she has to pee; and you are a lucky son, because you can see mommy pissing like a little girl."       




Young Studs for Carol



Carol's small body was waving back and forth and her bare boobs, capped by the hard, elongated nipples, were bobbing on her chest.

After the first, momentary confusion, Scott continued to jerk off, giving his dick long, low strokes. He was thinking how much fun would be to see mom's face and tits all covered in his warm spunk.   

"Piss, baby," Tom mocked. "You are a little baby and you have to piss. We love the sight of your golden stream squirting from the piss-hole. Here's your son! Watch how he's eager to see mommy's pee! Stretch your legs and let out your juices, little one!"  

"Noooo. . . pleeeeeease. . . noooooo!!" Carol was struggling in the firm grip of the black guy, but she was no match for him. Those young studs were too much strong and determined: if she wanted to be safe, she had just to obey them, submitting to their will.    

Therefore, it didn't take long to see a trickle of golden fluid dripping out of her pussy-lips and dropping to ground, between her stretched legs, followed by a thicker, warm stream.  

The debased, mature woman was freely pissing, like an infant. 

"Mmmmmmmm. . . . " she was moaning, in humiliation.

"Ohhhhh. . . our baby's pissing. Watch. . . watch, boy, watch mommy's pee!!" Nick and Tom shouted with enthusiasm and satisfaction; they had succeeded in making their prey to release her bladder and to piss in front of them. 

"Okay, baby, you are a good girl! Give more force, now, let your shower flowing through the air! Piss like a boy, now!" they yelled to her.

The poor Carol had lost any resistance. Like a hypnotized victim, who obeys the instructions of her master, she made what they had ordered and a long stream of her urine shot outwards, as if it was jutting out of a male cock.  

At this sight, at the sight of his beautiful, naked mom, whose white, small body was hoisted up in the air by the huge, black hands of her young captor, while she was fountaining squirts after squirts of piss, Scott's prick exploded in his  own fist. And a sudden stream of hot cum, boiling up from his nuts and getting out of the aroused cock-head, arched in the air, to end in the liquid pool, that Carol was producing, on the ground, under her suspended feet.

Mom's piss and son's jizz were mixing together.      

What a fun for the two incredulous guys! Much more than what they were expecting to get, at the beginning.  

When Catol stopped pissing, quite contemporaneously Scott stopped cumming. 

"Lick her clean!" Nick ordered, with commanding voice, to the astonished boy. "We want to fuck your mother, now, but we don't want all this stuff on her twat. Lick and clean the bimbo for us. Right now, dude!!" His tone didn't allow objections. 

Quite automatically, Scott approached Carol, whose lower body was hanging from the huge, strong hands of the black guy. Nick's tensed arms were able to raise the small woman up in the air, past his shoulders: in that position, her pussy was at the same level of her son's head.    

The boy was astonished; his mind was confused. How many times had he fantasized about his mother's body? How many times had he dreamed about fucking her in all the possible positions? Lots and lots! But never he had imagined to be asked to lick her piss-wet pussy. It was a dirty thing, yes! But so enticing, so exciting! 

For few seconds, Scott looked at his mom: a nice, living doll, owned by this hunk of a man, whose only desire was to manipulate and degrade her, like she was his obedient, small sex slave.  

Then, without a word, the boy grasped the dangling Carol's buttocks, roughly pressed his fingers against the tender, bare skin of her buns and put his mouth over her pussy, smelling the odor of her piss-wet labia. 

A little whimper escaped from her lips.

Her legs were slightly parted; the boy rubbed his tongue over the flesh of her inner thighs and carefully scooped and swallowed the remaining drops of her secretion. 

He sucked and tickled, till she let out a second low moan.

Again Scott's mouth was over her displayed, bald cunt, lapping and probing at her wetness. He opened her lips, tongued her love hole, pushed its oral member into her cavity, caressed her internal walls.

Little by little, the stinking aroma of her pee was replaced by the unmistakable    

scent of her increasing arousal.

Trapped in the strong hands of the black guy and teased by the exploring mouth of her son, Carol was starting another climax. 

Scott was concentrated, now, over her clit; he flicked and swirled the tiny nub, 

working it with his lips and teeth, till it became hard and erect like a nipple in miniature.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh. . . again. . . again. . . ahhhhhhhh!!!" She was screaming, now; and trembling like a leafe in the breeze. 

"Time for next step," thought Nick, whose hands, now, found it difficult to hold back the wriggling woman. And in a quick motion, without caring of Scott, he led her through the window, inside the room, where he walked to the bed and sat down, on the edge.

Carol was on his lap, sideways; compared to his big frame, the woman looked like a child.  

"What . . . what. . . are you. . ." she was stammering.  

"Just fucking, sweetie; fucking and ravaging you, till you can't stand up," exclaimed the black stud. "But first lemme have a taste of these big boobs of yours!"

At age of fifty-two and after two pregnancies, Carol's breasts were the most superb ornament that could be imagined for a woman's cleavage. Big, white, firm, round and heavy, they gracefully wobbled on her chest, like asking to be fondled and milked by greedy hands and mouths; they delighted all the men of her life and recently they had become an irresistible obsession also for her son, who took advantage of any opportunities he could get, to enjoy a nice handful or mouthful of her exposed tits.    

When the four strangers burst into the Blum's property, last night, they had immediately lusted for the small, well stacked housewife and without hesitation John had totally denuded her in the living room, in front of her husband and son. 

From that moment, Carol's breasts had been always displayed, in all their splendor, to the lechery of those men, who had feasted on them, again and again.

Now, delighted by the warmth of this mature, but still appetizing female body, cradled in his arms like a child and convulsed by a new, growing orgasm, Nick directed his attention to her melons, well determined to give a "full treatment" to those sensitive orbs. 

"Whose are these babies, mommy?" he asked provocatively, palming her mounds with his large hands, where the "double D" cups disappeared entirely, like she was wearing a black bra.     

"Yours. . . yours," she moaned. He was calling her "mommy" and her son was hearing, but she didn't care. Her climax and his vigorous action were dominating her body and her mind: she was totally in his power.

Nick put his palms under her breasts and cradled them from below, as if he wanted to check their weight; then, erotically and loudly, he bounced them up and down; his fingers, alternately, caressed the marvellous roundness of the shapely boobs and kneeded their supple flesh, like his hands were working on two balls of fresh dough.    

"Ohhhhhh. . . yeeeeeessss. . . I love it. . . ohhhhh!!" Carol was becoming more and more excited. 

The touch of those shapely boobs; the softness of her skin, mixed to the hardness of her pointed nipples; her little hands tenderly stretched over his; her nice face pressed over his hairy chest, as she was asking for protection; her small, white, trembling, naked body that he was ready to fuck for all his worth, sticking his huge cock in her holes: that woman was able to give him sensations he had never felt.    

"What a pair of boobs you have, baby! What a big-titted little mommy you are, Carol!!" Nick said, calling her, for the first time, by her name.

Then he released his grasp and gave a look of admiration to her tits. The two circular areolae around the hard tips were an intoxicating vision. In a sudden impulse of excitement, he bent down his mouth and darted his tongue over the rosy surfaces, accurately avoiding to touch her nipples. After a couple of laps, the teased skin wrinkled and formed a small, conical, fleshy mass, topped by two long buds.

The woman was in extasy. 

When his lips and teeth took possession of her aroused nipples, one at a time, her body tensed and she quivered wildly.   

But Nick was not yet satiated; he wanted to bring the mature housewife to the ultimate pleasure, just playing with her sensitive breasts.

Now his mouth was nibbling at her left jug, teasing the swollen orb with little bites, while the back of his index finger caressed delicately the rigid nipple of the second tit.  

"You like it, don't you, little one? You like to be milked, don't you, little mommy?" he asked.

"Ohhhhhh. . . my god. . . yeeeeees. . . yeeeeees. . . please, boy, fuck me. . . fuck my pussy. . . give me your cock. . . pleeeeease, boy!" she begged, now.

"I'll fuck you, mommy, but only when I want. Because you belong to me and I can do what I want, with you. Understand, little baby?"

He was rolling and twisting the big melon in his bigger hand, when his thumb encountered the gentle prominence of her little mole: a nice spot over her flawless, smooth skin.  

"Ohhhhh. . . what a pretty surprise! Lemme give a lick!" And his wet lips placed soft moist kisses over the erotic speck, arousing long moans of pleasure from her throat: "Uhhhhhhhh. . . uhhhhhhh. . . you make me cum. . . ohhhhhh. . . I'm cumming!!"    

Her breasts, now, were all glistening from his saliva, her pink nipples hardening like bullets, her tit-flesh firm and warm, under his continuous stimulation. 

He was working on her mammaries like crazy: her globes were slapped, licked, sucked and squeezed mercilessly. At one point he grabbed both of them with his hard hands and pushed, one against the other, till the two nipples joined and he could engulf them at the same time, together like they were an only one thing.  

The long contact with her body and the sexual performances over her gorgeous breasts had turned the naturally big cock of Nick into a raging monster: a long, thick steel bar, hardening against the tender thighs of the small Carol.

The woman couldn't take anymore: she had to fuck; she wanted to be filled by him in her hot pussy; she needed him inside her womb. 

She was screaming and creaming.

And she was begging: "Please, boy, pleeeeease. . . fuck me. . .don't tease me, no more, please. . . fuck me with this huge cock. . . ohhhhhh!!" 

For the first time in her life, the formerly arrogant, rich female, who used her lovers like they existed merely to attend to her sexual whims, was imploring a black boy, who could be easily her son, to screw her with his giant cock.  

"Again, baby, again, beg me; I want to hear you, little one!" shouted Nick. "I want to hear you admit that you are a little mommy who wants a stranger's cock in her cunt. Say it, tell me who you are and what you want!"

"Yeees. . . yeeees. . . this mommy wants you. . . big boy. . . your big cock. . ohhhh. . . please, bring me off. . . fuck my pussy!" 

But Nick yet wanted to play with his little prey. 

He stood up with Carol's body scooped in his arms, and: "The bimbo is ready, pal!" he said to the fully aroused Tom, who had watched all the action, without speaking. "I have well cooked the little thing, here; now she's ready to be eaten!"

And with that he walked to Scott, who hadn't moved from the window, astonished and excited at the same time by the lustfulness of the black guy and the violent orgasm of his mother.

"Here is your mom, boy! She's cradled in my arms like a child and she loves it. She loves to be carried. Because she's mine, now, all mine: tits, ass, thighs, pussy; all her body is mine!"

Nick continued: "You like your mommy, don't you? You like these boobs, don't you? Taste a piece of them, boy!"

And, to show his strength and his power over them, Nick draw up the stretched out body of the woman to her son and made her breasts slide back and forth on his mouth and nose.

Never Tom would have imagined, in his wicked mind, something so lewd and perverted.

"Did you like mommy's tits, boy?" Nick exclaimed. "I'm sure you liked them. But now she wants more; she wants a big cock, my cock! Ready to see, boy? Ready to see this little mommy all impaled in a big cock? Watch carefully and learn how a little white mommy can be impaled by her young, black master!"      

And after that the big stud started again to play whith the woman. First he lowered Carol to ground, then his right hand went to her right hip and the left one went to her left hip. When he was sure that his "baby" was in a well stable position, he lifted her up and rotated her upside down, till her pussy was in front of his face and his dick was in front of hers, in a standing up "sixty-nine". For a little while the small woman, finally satisfied, mouthed the cock, while the big man licked her labia and clit, making her squirm and loudly moan.   

When Nick set her down, Tom, who had been vigorously stroking himself, picked her from the arms of his companion, lifted her up again, set her on his prick, facing him, and started bouncing her up and down, in and out of his cock. 

She was screaming, her mouth wide open: "Uhhhhhhh. . . ahhhhhhh. . . fuck, fuck me, my god. . . ohhhhh. . .don't stop, please. . . fuck. . .!"

Then Nick lifted Carol off Tom and set her on his own shaft, pistoning her and making his monster dick slide in and out of her stretched pussy. 

She was lost in her enjoyment; she loved that savage fucking: "Ahhhhh. . . pump, pump my pussy. . . myyyyyyyy. . what a cock!" 

For twenty long minutes, the two men kept switching the petite housewife and lifting her up and down on their members, like they were toying with a weightless doll. 

Carol, who never touched the ground, was cumming and cumming, filling the room with her high-pitched squeals. 

From the window, Scott was watching, in mixed amazement and excitement, at the devastating, sadistic treatment his lovely, tiny mom was getting from those huge, horny, sex-craving brutes, who brutalized her with their fully erect pricks, while she was screaming like a possessed woman.  

Tom, who had Carol still on his cock, slowly started walking to the bed, screwing her along the way and speaking in her ears: "It's not over yet, babe, you are going to get the shit fucked out of you, today, like never before." 

At the bed, he removed the woman from his shaft and laid her over the sheets. He kneeled between her spread legs, opened her cunt with two fingers and started tonguing at her crotch.

"Yeeeesss. . . again. . . again!" she moaned. 

Meanwhile, Nick walked to them and climbed on the bed, sideways. He bent down and his lips reached one tit; he sucked and chewed a large bit ot it into his mouth.    

"Ohhhhh. . . my god, yeeeessss," she cried out. "Suck. . . suck me, suck my tit, bite it, suck the nipple, lick my pussy. . . ohhhhhhh. . . you big boys!!" 

Tom's head was over her slit and his lips engulfed her throbbing clit, while his fingers were still fucking her love channel. Then he slid them out and pushed them inside her anus, opening and enlarging her rear hole with slow, rythmic movements. 

Nick lifted his head from her engorged tit and her nipple stood up, like a baby cock.

"And now you are ready for some real fuck, don't you, little one?" he asked her.

"Yes, yes, fuck me now, please, big boy; fuck me with your prick, I need it, I need it in my pussy!" she panted.

"Come on, Tom!" he said to his friend. "Change place, let me ream her twat, while you can suck on her boobs."

And so they did.  

When Nick positioned himself between her legs, Carol gripped his member with both her tiny hands and guided the head to her cunt: she was hungry for his cock. She rubbed it over her clit, then she jerked her hips up and the tip of the long dick disappeared inside her opening. 

When he pressed forward, the rigid shaft slid halfway inside, while the woman let out a muffled grunt. 

"Uuuuugh. . . you pervert. . . you want to fuck meeee. . . ohhhh. . . come on, boy, fuck, fuck my pussy!"

The stud continued to press and the woman shoved her hips up, until the cervix opened in front of the intruder, letting it enter. Half of the monster cock was imbedded in her womb.

Carol was crying: "Ohhhhhhh. . . yesssss. . . you are. . . inside. . . my womb!"

The black stranger had taken full possession of the white wife, who was climaxing like crazy.

She looked like she was going to pass out from the strength of her climax. She had every inch of his magnificent cock inside her, captured by the grip of her cervix.

Tom was kneeling on her side, lapping one tit with his tongue and squeezing the other one with his palm.

He enjoyed the squishing sound coming from her sweaty, manipulated fhesh and she couldn't shut up. "Suck my tit, bite my nipple, fuck me. . . fuck me. . . harder. . . you got my tits. . . ohhhh. . . suck, fuck, I'm your baby!"

Nick's hips started jerking, then he slammed them against her body and held her tight. His whole body throbbed, as he pumped his load of cum into her cunt. It dribbled out around his black cock and ran down the crack of her ass.

When he fell over to the side, his black cock was all covered with her juices and strings of his own white jiz.

She murmured: Nooo. . . not yet. . . I'm going to cum again."

"Spread your legs wide, baby," Tom said, as he replaced his buddy, slipping between her thighs. "And grab your ankles!"

Almost dazed, she pulled her legs up and obeyed. His cockhead was rubbed up and down her sopping wet cunt-lips, then his thick cock was pressed inside. In few seconds, all of it was in her body, past her cervix.

"Let go of your legs and squeeze my balls, little one. And do it gently," he ordered.

"Ohhhh. . . yeeessss. . . fuck me, dear. . . open me . . .fuck me deeper!" The woman was cumming almost continuously.

"Okay, mommy; now let go and grab your ass; spread it wide, baby!" the black stud shouted. "Wet a finger with your juices and then slide it in your asshole!"

Scott couldn't believe to his eyes: his pretty mom was trapped in another filthy action. She reached down and first got her finger wet with the running juices coming out of her cunt, then she pressed it into her own asshole, finger fucking her own ass while he fucked her cunt.

Then Tom pulled her finger out of her butthole and, with his cock still inserted in her insides, he rolled around, placing her on top and making her to ride himself.

It was an awesome sight: they slammed their bodies together; sweat was running along her back and she was shaking with violent tremors. 

Suddenly, his cock gave up and he came with loads and loads of cum.

"Myyyyyyyygoooood. . . I can feel you. . .you are shooooting in my womb. . .you are filling meee!" she cried. 

When both of them slipped apart, they closed their eyes and deep breathed, as trying to recover from the effort. 

Scott was jacking off, rubbing his raw cock. 

By now Nick had regained his strength and his cock had gotten hard again. He moved to Carol, still laid on the bed, and made her crouching over himself. He held his cock up and she licked it along its length, placing little kisses on the rigid shaft. Then she sucked and tried to get it into her mouth; in the last twenty hours, after the long training she had got from those strangers, she had become accustomed to their monster pricks and therefore it was quite easy, for the mature woman, to swallow the whole length of the young, pulsating, big penis.    

"Good, baby. . . you are a good girl . . . go ahead, take it all!" he encouraged her action, till she was successful.