0 comments/ 689115 views/ 134 favorites Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 01 By: Rambler Prologue: The medical staff at Carlton Memorial Hospital was baffled by sudden increase of reported pregnancies. It was a real puzzling case, one that had the entire staff up in arms. There were many odd factors involved; factors that were just too uncanny to be considered anything but a normal coincidence. Over fourteen pregnancies had been reported already, all within a two-week period, and there was more filtering in every day. Most were local women, but there was quite a number from neighboring towns as well. The whole area seemed to have been affected by a sudden rash of sexual activity. Local MD’s were swamped with women who claimed they thought they were pregnant. Tests confirmed that they indeed were although none knew how that was possible. They were all unexplainably hysteric and highly agitated. The primary factor was that not one of the pregnant women was under the age of thirty-eight, the oldest being a whopping forty-seven. All women were well into their third month, give or take a few days. It was very strange that over a dozen women had all been impregnated within a week or two of each other. Many questions arose. Why was there a sudden increase in middle-age sexual activity? Why only middle-aged women? Five of the cases were women who were close to having their menstrual cycle cease forever and their pregnancies was a one in a million fluke; the forty-seven-year old hadn’t had it in two years and nobody could explain that one at all! It defied all laws of science. The second puzzling factor---by many considered the primary and most alarming concern---was that none of the women were able to identify the father. Although all were married (with the exception of two: one was divorced and the other a widow) most claimed to have not been sexually active during quite some time. The widow claimed that she hadn’t been with a man since her husband’s death ten years ago. The divorced lady maintained that although she had been dating, she had not slept with any of her dates. The rest of them shyly admitted that their husbands had lost interest in them; or that their respective husbands were either shooting blanks or had a vasectomy. Either way: having become pregnant was unexplainable. It was extremely nerve racking and the women were all highly agitated. It was just unbelievable! Medical tests were made. Nothing out of the ordinary was discovered except the fact that all had rather stretched vaginal walls. The women naturally had no idea. They all admitted to have experienced a slight pain the last few weeks---some even claimed having had difficulties walking for awhile---yet none could explain why. All were certainly confused and very shocked. The team of specialized psychologists who spent several hours with the pregnant women came up empty handed. The entire town was baffled. All except one man. This is his story: My name is Eric Braddock and I’m a twenty-two year-old college graduate. My friends and I had just graduated from Riley’s College and the ceremonies were scheduled there for tomorrow. The last term papers had been graded; the graduating students had been posted and the long stretch was finally over. Dad was over in Harmony Heights signing some business deals and wasn’t supposed to be back until late this evening and my mom was out grocery shopping. I had the house to myself. It was time to lie back and relax. Which I was doing. I was home alone and lying on my bed. I had just taken a shower and was lying half-naked with my bathrobe partially wrapped around me, the cool breeze from the open window making the hairs on my chest flutter. I was deeply engrossed in one of my favorite books, a big leather-bound monstrosity the size of an atlas. It was so heavy that the bottom edge was digging a trench in my belly button. It was a gothic thing, the leather covers etched with embossed diagrams depicting medieval dioramas. It was a book that went through the history of witchcraft, demons and the like, and all things unexplainable. I was studying the chapter on the gift of the evil eye, my favorite chapter. For weeks now I had been reading about this particular subject. According to the author, which by the way was by some 15th century dude called Edmund Jonas Lysterman, this was not a demonic gift but a highly psychological art form that could be learnt by anyone serious enough to believe in it. If practiced properly, it was supposed to be some form of hypnotic gaze that would make the recipient docile and subject to suggestion. All one had to do was to gaze deeply into the other person’s eyes and hold the gaze for five seconds or more without blinking. During the last three seconds of the gaze one was to form a mental image or phrase a mental sentence/order which the recipient was to act upon. I had been working on this the last few weeks. Purely for kicks. I had practiced on the dog and the kid next door, all to no avail. Perhaps I didn’t understand it properly or perhaps my mental powers were too weak. Perhaps one needed a larger cranium or more brain cells to pull this kind of shit off. Edmund Jonas Lysterman maintained that it would only work during certain circumstances. Certain criteria had to be met. Which fucking criteria? Which circumstances? The asshole didn’t stipulate. All he said was that in order for the evil eye to take effect that one had to really focus. Channel your thoughts, it said. Concentrate and you will rejoice in its power. Okay. Focus on what? With a frown I flipped through the pages and came across a picture of some white-robed priest or whatever bending over the body of a naked woman She was no spring chicken; that was for sure. She seemed old and flabby and I studied the caption with interest. “The deflowering of Mother Superior Abigail by the Bishop of Ravensport, ca 1477. Numerous rituals like these were often practiced by perverse priests and monks who claimed they were God’s messenger.” The woman was tied down, legs spread wide, apparently screaming like mad. Hmmm, kinky. I swept the robe apart and reached for my cock. It had already sprung to attention. This was my favorite pastime ever since I discovered the pleasures it gave me. Although I’m fairly handsome, muscular and well over six feet, I was still a virgin, a fact I naturally kept to myself. I was extremely shy around girls. I never knew what to say or what to do. And I had such an aching boner, such a need to get laid! It would poke through my pants every time I was close to a chick so that I had to resort to walking around with my hands in my pockets to hide the bulge. It was embarrassing because throughout the school I was known as ‘Pocket Pool Eric’. Everybody thought I was jerking myself off! This made me even more unpopular with the girls. If they only knew what I had in my pants. I’ve seen my friend’s peckers before and I knew that I was at least three times bigger! Had the kids at school known about my huge cock they would have labeled me ‘Elephant Man’ instead. I was so pissed off! I don’t know which I would have preferred. At any rate I wasn’t getting any and my only form of pleasure was jerking myself silly. Believe it or not: I had to use two hands! So here I was jerking my engorged pole, the vision of the helpless and naked woman dancing through my mind. That was me in those white robes, my hands on her thighs, ready to plop my cock into her dripping cunt! “Oh my God!” My heart did a summersault. I turned my head and noticed my mother standing in the doorway. She clasped her hands to her face and the grocery bags she had been carrying fell to the floor with a dull thud. Shit! What was she doing here so early? I lay there as if frozen, my hands still around my huge cock, precum oozing down around the large mushroom-shaped head. We stared at each other with disbelief. We were both shocked, both of us unable to move. My mother was the first to say something. She lowered one arm and pointed it at my rigid cock with wide eyes, her right hand still clasped to her mouth. “Oh, my Lord! Eric!” I was momentarily surprised. I would have thought that she’d mention something about catching me masturbate and her unexpected outburst floored me. She seemed more mesmerized by the sight of my twelve-inch cock sticking up like a utility pole than the fact that I had my hands around it! I stared at her. Then it hit me. The sudden revelation was not the least bit surprising and I suddenly knew what Edmund Jonas Lysterman meant by focusing one’s attention. Why hadn’t it occurred to me before? I’ve always had a thing for older women, admired their rounded and well-matured curves and the fact that they were experienced. Although young girls were probably fun, the saying went that women reached their sexual peak after forty. Oh, yeah, baby! Most of my pornographic collection consisted of mature women. Fucking an older broad had always been my secret desire! And mom definitely fell into that category. Should I focus on her? My mom was an exceptionally beautiful woman and it hadn’t been the first time that I’d fantasized about her. I immediately realized that I could now actually do something about it. Would the evil eye work this time? Could I risk it? “Mother.” I spoke softly and she turned her attention away from my cock to gaze at me. “Come here.” Our eyes locked and I gazed at her deeply. An image of her squatting naked on top of me formed in my mind and I drilled that thought into her. Did she pick up those thought waves? Oh, yes! She came slowly into the room as if in a trance and stopped at the side of the bed. She didn’t say anything but just stood there, her eyes fixed on mine. She didn’t breathe; she didn’t flinch a muscle. She just stood there like a statue. Shit! It had worked! I could hardly contain myself. My eyes roamed over her body. I liked what I saw. I have always admired her feminine form and her classical Irish beauty, but now it was the first time that I actually studied her profile with more than just a fleeting glance. I had myself a long, studious look. Lydia Braddock was forty years old yet had the body of a teenager. She was very short, about five-foot-two, slim and delicate, the slender body lean and firm. The only true indication of her real age was the slightly flared hips and the minute wrinkles on her slender hands and the crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes. She had a pretty face, cute and baby-like; fair skin and long, strawberry blond hair that fell past her shoulders like a veil. It was soft and silky smooth, straight, with only the ends curling slightly. She had it brushed back over her ears with one of those U-shaped doodads (spangle?) so that her earrings were visible, the light bangs dancing across her forehead. Her emerald eyes sparkled. Her rosy lips shone. No doubt about it---my mother was a very desirable and sexy woman. But her most endearing features were that terrific set of 32 or 34 double-D cups, slim and torpedo-shaped teats that were amazingly sag-free. I’d seen her in a loose-fitting bikini and several low-cut gowns and the view of her firm tits heaving forwards and outwards with barely a droop had been out of this world. No support under those gowns, no bras or padded-liners----and yet her breasts did not hang and show a sagging cleavage. They just drilled forward like avocadoes. They shook and wobbled a lot, especially in that string-bikini top for they were full and heavy and subject to a rolling motion. Undoubtedly my mother had the stiffest boobs for a woman her age, tits that could make a man drool and slobber with desire. Oh, she was such a sex kitten! She had such a slim, lithe and sylph-like body that made those full and stiff-looking tits exceptionally noticeable. She was wearing a dark blue wrap-around skirt slit high at the side so that a lot of her slim legs were visible. She seemed taller than usual, but that was only because she was wearing two-inch, white high-heeled slippers. She was also wearing a stretch elastic long-sleeved top that clung to her slim body like a second skin. It was baby blue in color and so thin and transparent that I could easily make out the rounded cups of a navy blue push-up bra and the dark cleavage between her tits shimmering through the thin and fine mesh. What a sight! She didn’t dress like a forty-year-old, never did, and was always decked-out like a twenty-year old. I don’t know if she wanted to hide her true age or if she simply liked the younger fashion trends. Whatever the case she always looked delicious. She was simply a woman who could be proud of her body and I suppose she went to lengths to show it off. The only man who had any complaints was my father who often voiced his dislike at his wife’s revealing clothes. Any man married to a beautiful woman like my mom would probably feel the same way. No man wants his wife to openly flaunt her wares! It was not the first time I stared at my mother with such desire. For years her slim, provocative body with those perky knockers had haunted my dreams at night. During her teens she must have driven the guys mad. And now, a few months over forty, she was still turning men’s heads! That was the odd thing about her. She dressed provocatively, sometimes a little too revealing, but she was not a tease and not in the least promiscuous. She was polite, did not use filthy language and blushed a lot when others did. She was not a prude but a gentle, timid and very feminine woman was deeply religious and a habitual church-goer. One might say that her choice in wardrobe was a very strong contrast to her overall demeanor. I don’t know if my father kept her sexually satisfied. It is not a subject that a son questions his parents about. But I had my doubts. Dad was away a lot and I guess she was lonely. When we had parties she’d be flitting about the guests, stopping to pat your arm or stroke your hand while idle gossip was exchanged. She especially got off on leaning in close to the male guests, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl and blinking at them through her fawn-like eyes, eyelashes fluttering. In a subliminal way she was sending off signals that men picked up on. She wasn’t actually flirting: it was just her way. There wasn’t one man who appeared bothered by her fawning attitude. They just loved it! Oh, yes---I knew the effect she had on men. She had a hell of an effect on me! I spread apart my bathrobe and revealed myself fully. My mother lowered her eyes until they were locked on my swollen pecker. She was still as if in a trance and lowered her body forward a bit to stare closer at my manhood. At the sight of her glorious tits poking through that thin top and that deep cleavage she presented me with my cock shot straight up. It probably grew another inch too, for a sudden pain shot through me as my cock stiffened. Her tits were tightly packed together by the push-up job, the cleavage long and dark. Man, I could hardly wait to slam my hands around those beauties! She straightened then and started to unhitch the wrap-around skirt. Man, this evil eye shit really worked! Here she was, stripping in front of me! I stared at her with fascination as she unraveled the loose skirt, exposing more and more of her shapely legs. She peeled it off and wordlessly let it drop to the floor behind her. She was a bit broad in the beam, which only accentuated her slim waist and targeted the eyes to the junction between her thighs. My eyes were no exception----I just stared at her mound with wide eyes. She was wearing a navy blue bikini panty, slightly laced at the front and sheer at the sides. A nice, thick lump poked through her crotch and I licked my lips at the sight of that bushy snatch. The lace panty was stretched taut across her broad hips. It was also obvious that it matched the bra in style and color. She knew how to dress, that was for sure. She then grabbed the stretch top that clung to her waist and slowly hitched it up and over her large breasts, exposing the slightly laced cups of the dark blue push-up bra. She struggled a bit to peel the tight top over her head; tug and tore at it so that her tits shook up and down. I gasped at the sight of her meaty tits practically heaving out of the bra’s cups as she yanked at the stretch top. My cock throbbed! She finally managed to peel it off, flung it aside and shook loose her auburn tresses. Oh, what a woman! Again, wordlessly, she squatted on her heels at the end of the bed, took my cock in both hands, tilted it towards her and lowered her head. She began to lick it all over. It was the first time another human had touched me there and I almost lost a load right there! And she wasn’t only licking. I watched with amazement as she opened her small mouth wide to accept the huge mushroom-shaped head. And then her mouth closed around it. I groaned with pleasure as her moist lips slithered across the head of my cock. She was trying to get it in her and was obviously having a hard time of it. My cock was well over twelve inches long and two inches thick. Her face was contorted around the huge, bulbous head, her rosy lips spread real wide, and it seemed that her jaw would snap. But she hitched herself up a bit and pushed and forced her head down on it more and more until the huge head disappeared inside her. Her teeth rasped against the tender flesh and I groaned. Man, what a sensation. She only had the head inside her and there was still ten inches of cock sticking up! How much could she take, I wondered? She already seemed to be completely filled! I lay there totally in awe. Here, of all women, was my mother with her pretty mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. For a fleeting moment I was overcome with guilt and shame, but as soon as her tongue slid over the tip of my head the feelings quickly subsided. Oh, tingles went down my back as she licked and jabbed my cock with the tip of her tongue. She took t out of her mouth and began to lick the swollen head, moistening it and the shaft underneath it with her saliva. I especially loved the way her tongue slid around the crown of my cock and I groaned with pleasure. This was a hundred times better than jerking off! She spent several minutes licking and lapping at my throbbing shaft, moistening it for easier penetration. I groaned and she hungrily licked off the pre cum that was oozing out of my fat head. Slivers of the opaque cum swung from it and her mouth like spider webs and she shook her head to fling it off. Her small tongue darted in and out of her rosy lips as she lapped at the throbbing head of my cock. And then she opened her mouth wide again and engulfed my cock deep inside her. My eyes widened with surprise as she fed more and more of my twelve-inch cock deep into the cavity of her hot mouth. Oh, what a sensation! Inch by inch disappeared inside her until she had swallowed at least eight inches of it. Her entire face was oddly contorted; the cheeks billowing out and her eyes popping out of their sockets. She was such a tiny thing yet had fed a huge portion of my cock deep down her throat. It was unbelievable. I could feel the head of my cock slithering down her narrow esophagus, spreading it wide so that the flesh of her neck bulged out. She looked like a snake that was trying to worm a rodent down its sinewy throat. I wondered how she was able to breathe! She knew what she was doing. She lifted her head off and took in a lung full of air. A loud gasping sound echoed through the room. She grabbed my cock again and spread her mouth wide and slipped the huge head inside her mouth again. And then she began to bob her head up and down, sliding her wet and steamy mouth along three-quarters of my twelve-inch pole. I closed my eyes and groaned deeply as she sucked me off. Her long, silky strawberry blond hair fell across my lower abdomen and the sight of her mouth going up and down on my cock was hidden from view. All I saw was the reddish blond head madly bouncing up and down, the hair flouncing about her frail shoulders. Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 01 An electric shock swept through me as her tight mouth compressed around my cock. She sucked on it as if it was her only purpose in life, maddeningly bobbing her head up and down so much so that the head of my cock slammed against her larynx with every thrust. She was totally engrossed in sucking my cock and she gave it one hundred percent. I groaned and clutched the bed sheets. My cock was on fire. I couldn’t see; I couldn’t breathe! And then the damn burst. I cried out as a torrent of hot and sticky cum fired right down her esophagus and into her gut with repeated bursts. It lasted about five seconds----a full load every second catapulted down her gullet like hot lava. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! I had never cum quite like that before! She lifted her head off my cock with surprise and the last load cannoned of her teeth, immediately spraying across the bed sheets, the remains gurgling out of her mouth like a bubbling brook. She then flung the long, thin hair over her shoulder and dreamily wiped the goo off her lips with her left forearm. Her eyes were glazed and she looked stoned. She was looking straight at me but through me as if I wasn’t there. It was quite odd. She slowly stumbled to her feet and clumsily drew the dark blue panty down across her broad hips and down her legs. She kicked it away and her left shoe went sailing off with it. With a puzzled frown she kicked off the other shoe and crawled on top of the bed. She straddled me and slowly inched her way up my body until her knees were astride my face. She hitched herself up and braced her arms against the wall above me, her crotch inches from my face. I stared at her dripping snatch with blinking eyes. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Way up above me the lightly laced cups of her push-up bra obscured her face from view. All I saw was two demi-cones sticking out about five inches from her body like blue missile silos! I gazed lower past her navel at the junction between her broad hips. What a smell! The strong odor of her pheromones turned me on even more. It was intoxicating. She had light pubic hair, neatly trimmed and sort of fuzzy and the pinkest pussy lips I’ve ever seen. Large and fat lips, already slightly parted and oozing pussy juice like dew drops. She was actually quite turned on and I wondered if she knew what she was doing. I knew what I was doing. I was going to put my mouth one of the most sacred places----my mom’s very own cunt! My cock bobbed again as the familiar urges ran through my body. Within seconds it was quite stiff again, sticking up behind her like a flagpole. Again, without a word or any noise whatsoever, she grabbed my head with one hand and thrust it between her thighs. I did like any other man in my position would have done----I clapped my hands around her butt cheeks and crushed my face right into that moist muff! I nuzzled my face around those soft pussy lips, brushing the flabby bits of skin with my chin and forehead. When I stuck out my tongue and hesitatingly jabbed her softly with the tip of it, she cried out for the first time with a short, staccato yelp. “Ei!” Oh, she wanted it! So, I let her have it! I started to lap and lick at her soft and moist labia, giving them quick and darting jabs and tongue lashes. She squirmed and wiggled her hips against me. She was so horny that within seconds of this frenzied licking and lapping she jerked her broad hips up and down and came with a high-pitched wail. “Agh! Agh! Agh!” Slimy and sticky goo bubbled out of her cunt as she orgasmed and I hungrily lapped it up. I was so turned on by the exhilarating taste of my first pussy juice that I opened my jaws wide and clamped them right of her entire wet gash. More! I wanted more! I started to chew and nibble on her folds and she mewed like a kitten. I licked and prodded her rosy bud and she groaned deeply, and as soon as I closed my teeth around it she arched her back and madly started to gyrate her hips. My teeth were still clamped around her pearl and it was being yanked back and forth by her wild antics. All I did was hold on! She was now yanking her body up and down with such a wild, humping motion that my entire face was coated with sticky goo. My teeth tore off her knobby clit and she shrieked as it bounced back against her. She clasped the headboard and I gasped as she thrust her hips down on my nose, burying it inside her, cutting of my visual and nasal responses. With a sharp cry she really thrust herself against me and rode my nose. I could hardly breathe! She orgasmed again, spewing me with a second load of sweet pussy nectar. Oh, she was wet----wetter than I knew a woman could be. I gasped and brushed the ooze out of my eyes. She squatted above, panting, her pale face glowing with ecstasy. Her eyes were ablaze and she had an odd look to her, a look I’ve never seen on her before. It was a look of anticipation, a wild-eyed frantic look of pure passion. She was in a complete different world. She was really effected by the power of the evil eye and all she wanted now was sex! She was exceptionally horny, subject to any of my whims---I could do to her whatever I wanted. This made her a fantastic sex toy. Shit: I was having the afternoon of my life! I couldn’t believe it. She slid lower done my body, straightened and dangled her dark-blue bra-covered hooters in front of me. Bounce; bounce! I groaned as I watched them rise and fall. Talk about a dark cleavage! She wiggled her broad butt and inched herself a little closer. She brought up her hands slowly and cupped her tits together, nice and tight, and the meaty orbs practically heaved out over the rim of the bra cups. My mouth drooled and my eyes went wide at as she unhooked the catch between her boobs. I nearly got a heart attack when her tits bounced out at me. They shook once then settled into place. What a view! Full and plump, real meaty jugs poked outwards like volcanoes. There was hardly any droop----just a gentle, tired little downwards slope. And they were pointy, too, the stiff tips covered with cotton ball-sized aureoles. The entire tips were encased in a field of pink, the nipples themselves full and perky. What a set! With a groan I clamped my hands around them and she moaned softly as I crushed them together. I craned my neck forwards and gently began to lick and kiss the soft mounds from all sides. She emitted a loud squeal when I flicked her nipples with my tongue. “Oh God, yes!” she suddenly exclaimed. “Bite them! Suck them! Make me squeal!” I did as ordered. I popped her left tit into my mouth and sucked on it like a baby. It was the first time since my infancy that I had my mouth on a tit and I realized how thrilling it actually was. For a baby it was pure instinct---for a grown man it was pure joy. Man, I sucked on my mom’s tits with a pent-up frenzy. After all---I’ve never been with a woman before and I had a lot of wasted years to catch up on! It was glorious. I sucked on both of her pointy tits for quite some time, slurping and lapping at the fat nipples. She especially liked it when I flung them around with erratic tongue lashes. Oh, she was a moaner! She squealed and moaned as I then raked my teeth along each perky aureole. She emitted a short yelp when I closed my teeth around her right nipple. With a groan I pulled and yanked on her fat nipples, moving from tit to tit, stretching the flexible flesh taut with my teeth and gently teasing them back and forth. My cock was twitching underneath her. It was time for my first real fuck. I let go of her tits and reached a hand between us. I grabbed my throbbing twelve incher and guided it against her wet snatch. She groaned as it touched her. She moved her hips and tried to slide it inside her, but the huge mushroom shaped head was awfully big and wouldn’t slip into her. Repeatedly the head was slapping against her, toying and teasing her moist lips and driving both of us mad with desire. I finally grabbed her around the waist and forced her hips down with a hefty thrust. She squealed as my cock thudded into her. I thrust against her while I simultaneously rocked her onto it. Another inch slipped into her. She groaned and her eyes rolled in her head as my cock slowly inched deeper into her tight cunt until I had a good four inches inside her. The fat head of my cock was plowing through her, spreading her insides like she’d never been spread before. “Oh my God!” she breathed and stopped grinding her hips down. It was obvious that she was experiencing some discomfort for her eyes were all screwed up and her teeth were barred. “Agh!” I couldn’t fathom the sensations I was experiencing. It was out of this world. Nothing could stop me now----all I wanted to do was slam her frail body up and down on my cock. “Oh no you don’t!” I cried out and clawed at her ass cheeks. I jabbed it into her a few times and she squealed. Pussy juice oozed out of her and dripped down her thighs. The smell of our sweat and our pheromones was thick in the air. I hissed at her and slapped her buttocks. “Take it deeper!” I grabbed her firmly around the waist and forcibly thrust her down. Man, was she wet! I just sailed into her with one deft push---seven inches ground into her and she screamed as I spread her wide open. What a sensation! Her tight cunt was rubbing me raw! More----I wanted more of that! I lifted her up a bit and slammed her down again. And again. She groaned deeply as I hammered in and out of her with maddening thrusts. And then----it suddenly wouldn’t go further. I slammed up against something with a jarring jolt and she howled and threw her head back. Only eight inches or so had traveled into her and it seemed that I definitely wasn’t going any further! My head was lodged up against a tight barrier and her muscles had really contracted around it. I thought that she was going to rip my cock off. At first it had seemed that I was hurting her----now she was suddenly real keen on fucking me silly. She moaned deeply and lifted herself higher above me and grabbed the headboard with both hands. And then she started to hump my swollen cock, grinding her broad butt up and down with such gusto that her firm tits were starting to wobble and shake about. I don’t think that her cunt was tighter than any other woman’s was, but considering the girth of my cock it felt horribly tight. Her muscles were clamped around my cock like a vice, so much so that loud slapping sounds echoed through the room as her pussy lips were being yanked back and forth. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she drew herself up and down. Within seconds my cock slid in and out of her with considerable ease. This was even better than her mouth on my cock or me sucking her tits. The blood just pumped through my veins as she slammed herself up and down on my rigid pole, tits flouncing. She was ranting and raving, screeching and wailing as she rocked her hips up and down on three-quarters of my big cock. “Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!” Something odd was happening----with each of her titanic thrusts my cock was actually sliding deeper into her. I could feel her pussy widening, stretching as the huge head pounded against the back of her cunt. I could feel something widen, slowly---hesitatingly---as if unwilling to give up! It was somewhat painful but inexplicably exciting at the same time. There were now over ten inches of solid cock deep inside her! I grabbed her tightly and she stopped her mad humping and let me guide her body lower. Man, she whimpered like a hurt animal! The tapered head of my cock was now slipping through that tight barrier and somehow I sensed there was room behind it! Was this the cervical ring? I had my hands clamped around her broad butt cheeks and kept jerking her against the head of my cock, pounding it against that now relenting barrier so that the pointed tips of her tits swayed and swung about. She shrieked a little and clutched at the headboard as I slowly and deliberately hammered my cock deeper into her with little jabs. And then I was through. With a loud popping sound the last two inches of my cock suddenly slipped into nothingness. She flung her head back, the thin flaxen hair dancing across the small of her back and emitted a deep and reverberating growl that sounded like an angered grizzly. When her head came slamming forward again, the hair madly flowing around her, her eyes were as wide as saucers. She stared at me with shock. “Oh, Christ!” My entire twelve-inch cock had completely disappeared inside her. I’m no biology expert, but I believe I was right inside her uterus! I had ventured into the holiest of places----my mother’s womb, the place I had come from. As I lay there with my mom fully embedded on my massive cock, her firm and jutting tits barely inches from my head, her face contorted, I was suddenly so overcome with the maddening desire to pound my cock in and out of her until her eyes popped out! I couldn’t believe what I had missed out on all these years. I began to lift her up and down, slamming the head of my cock through her cervix with every thrust. In and out; in and out! She howled and sank forward, bracing her arms on either side of my pillow. Her full and sloping tits slapped my cheeks, the left perky nipple stinging me in the eye. Oh, I took those delicious tits in my mouth and sucked and pulled on them while I thrust her up and down on my swollen shaft. She squealed. She wailed. She whimpered. She shrieked. Not especially loud or glass-shattering, but quick and staccato yelps and howls that reminded me of a wailing baby, cries that were emitted at random and different levels. I think she must have cum at least three times for with every shriek I could feel her body tighten and something wet ooze along my cock. I just pounded in and out of her. Now she was just grunting, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. She looked pained and uncomfortable. I think it was because my cock had swollen in length and width. She had certainly oozed pussy goo by the second, but suddenly the looseness subsided and the tightness of her cunt returned. I knew then that I was close to loosing control. Now there was no turning back. I slammed into her a few more times. And then my cock erupted like the proverbial volcano. I clenched my teeth and she emitted a sharp cry as my cock exploded deep inside her. A torrent of hot cum shot repeatedly from the tip of my cock right into the depth of her womb. I shot at least a cup of sperm---right into her ovaries! She collapsed on top of me, her frail body limp. My cock was still deep inside her, her firm tits drilling against my chest, her flaxen hair billowing about me. I had really sucked on those fantastic tits and her swollen and reddened nipples felt like hot coals against my skin! I clenched her against me and buried my face in her soft hair. We lay there like that for a few minutes, each of us trying to regain our breathing. And then she got of me, dripping sperm and pussy juice all over me. Wordlessly she bent down, gathered up her clothes and started to dress. I wrapped the bathrobe around me and watched her with amusement----and a little worry, too. I had no idea how long this evil eye effect would last. Wouldn’t it be hilarious to have dad come home to find his wife staggering drunkenly through the house? No, hilarious it wouldn’t be at all. Terrifying, yes. But fortunately she bent down and retrieved the fallen groceries, turned and stared at me. The glazed look was gone. “Eric.” Her voice was soft and friendly. She smiled and pointed at the floor. “Be a dear and have a look at the carpet runner here. I think it’s come loose. I almost fell flat on my face.” Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 02 My fist fuck, an incestuous encounter with my mom of all things, left me with such a hunger and a desire that I wanted desperately to plow through more mature cunt. If you haven’t read the first chapter, you won’t recall that I’m your typical 20-year-old American male: average height, a bit on the muscular side but not a jock, and a recent college graduate. But there are two things that differentiate me from all other males: the gift to hypnotize and perhaps most importantly the fact that I’ve an uncommonly large cock. It’s nice and thick and a little over twelve inches long when fully erect. In the beginning my sex life consisted of nightly hand jobs for at an early age I realized that having such a large cock might present some problems. It seemed obvious that no sane woman, young or old, would willingly want that ‘thing’ inside her. It had made me shy and certainly embarrassed, and had I not walked about with my hands in my pockets trying to conceal the monster lurking within, I might well have attracted a few curious girls. But in my fucked up mind I was a freak and so I remained a virgin. But my mother had opened up a whole new world for me. Not only the fantastic world of sex but the realization that the Evil Eye would certainly ensure the obedience of any chick I set my eyes upon! I could manipulate them any way I wanted, physically and mentally. An added bonus was that they would not remember a single moment they experienced during their trance---once they ‘awoke’ life went on as usual. I didn’t have to charm, beg or plead a woman to sleep with me---I could just damn well have her! It was quite the advantage, wouldn’t you say? Any chick I wanted. Hmm. I thought about that for a while. Yet no matter how hard I tried to think of a girl I’d like to have a crack at, the image of my mom squatting on me kept steering my fantasies towards mature women. All I could suddenly think of were the older women in and about our town, most of them mothers of my fellow students! Oh, what a selection! I have to thank my mom for that! I don’t think that the well-used phrase ‘experienced older broad’ had anything to do with it, as I had nothing to compare her performance to. But the sound of my 40-year old mom squeaking and howling, her face all contorted and wide-eyed and so deliriously excited at the same time, madly humping me as if it was the last time she ever would was something I promised myself I would want to experience again and again. And so I decided to test the effects of the Evil Eye out on the neighborhood. Watch out---your mom is probably next! I naturally had the means yet still had to figure out how to go about it. My powers were not strong enough to control a bevy of family members and nosy neighbors. I therefore had to find a way to ensure that the woman I intended to ‘visit’ was alone, and that for a considerable time. This certainly caused me considerable headaches. I spent several days musing over this dilemma until it occurred to me that the only logical solution would be to carefully shadow my intended victim, thereby amassing valuable information as to their habits and daily schedules. And so I spent the next two days spying on the first woman on my list. This unfortunate woman was more than just one of the women in our neighborhood, but also the administrative director of my college. She lived in the outskirts of neighboring Bakersfield and I knew that she would be home shortly before noon. A certain Parker Matthews had died in a car crash three days ago, and since he was the son of the college’s director, all the faculty staff had attended the funeral services this morning. Let me tell you about this woman. Hyacinthe Eleanor Deans was forty-three years old, about five-foot-ten inches tall and very slim and slender---a real garden rake. In fact everything about her was long and lean: the face; the slender arms with their bony fingers and pointy nails; the waspish waist, the slim hips and with legs as long as those of a spider’s. I suppose the best description of her lanky body would be that it was sylph-like. Skinny: but still shapely. She had the most remarkable walk; slow and elegant, the slim hips gently swaying, the steps never hurried so that she looked like a timid giraffe crossing a clearing. Yet although borderline skinny she possessed fairly large breasts that made her slender and frail body exceptionally interesting. On her slim body they seemed positively huge! They were not heavily rounded and balloon-like, but slim, forward heaving jugs that sloshed and swished about when she walked past you. Oh shit---you could actually hear them shake! Unfortunately her full bust was never very visible as she was wont to cover them up with cardigans or knitted shawls so that their true size and shape was anyone’s guess. She was ultra-feminine in her choice in wardrobe, a bit frumpish perhaps, so that she always looked like the proverbial shortsighted, dim-witted librarian. She was always buttoned-up and never wore anything remotely revealing. No matter what she wore---blouses or a simple top---she always had to bundle herself up in a shawl or some form of wrap. She usually wore flat, sensible shoes, opting to wear heels only when she wore a skirt. And if she did, the skirt always fell below the knees. Her old-fashioned wardrobe and the bifocal eyeglasses she was wont to wear around her neck on a delicate gold chain made her look twenty-years older than she was. She certainly wasn’t old yet gave one the impression that she was pushing seventy. She had very pale skin coloring, almost alabaster; hazel colored feline eyes and a small, pouting mouth. The creamy skin coloring contrasted sharply with her black hair---and I mean a natural black, black like a raven’s wing. She had fairly long hair, straight and smooth, but in all the years that I have known her she had never worn it loose. Instead she had it always pinned up in a very severe and business-like manner. She was a sweet woman, loving and kind, a real motherly type who went out of her way to help anyone even at a great personal sacrifice. She was too concerned with everyone’s well being and stressed herself out in trying to cope with her own workload and everybody else’s problems. She was also extremely prudish in behavior, blushed a lot when sexual innuendos fell into conversations no matter how harmless the comment, and was too religious by far. She was wont to ‘Bless the Lord’ quite frequently and chide you with remarks such as ‘Ah, only the good Lord will forgiveth’ when you fucked up with something or another. Oh, no matter what you said or did she would remind you that ‘The good Lord’ was always there, peeking over your shoulder. In many ways she was quite eccentric. She wasn’t a numbskull, but exceptionally old-fashioned and naïve regarding the modern world and its social issues. Although polite and soft-spoken she had a real knack for getting things done her way. Nobody I knew had ever lost an argument with her. She could persuade a supplier in agreeing to her demands whether it was for a new roof or for a dozen new PC’s. She was quite charming, and if one looked past the frumpish old maid veneer she was actually quite beautiful, too. Those emerald eyes could really hold you spellbound----they were very mystic. And that slinky body with the loose, wobbling tits surely made a guy succumb to her whims. She was no flirt: yet for some inexplicable reason you needed to please her. And when she smiled at you and thanked you in her goofy, feminine way you simply felt as if your day was complete. You knew that you could never have a chance with her as she was certainly not promiscuous and any pass at her would certainly shock her silly. She seemed the kind who would report you on the spot. Yet you just had to please her. It was quite odd. She was an immigrant from Liverpool, England. Her husband, a sixty-two year old (yup, he was an old fart) was one of our professors, a well-known archeologist, and he had brought her with him several years ago. It was an odd marriage for two reasons: he was rarely home; always out at some dig who knows where and the nineteen-year age difference made you wonder about their sexual lifestyle, if any. They had two children, though: a twenty-four year old son who had returned to England and a nineteen-year-old girl who lived with them. The girl, unlike her mother, was a short and chubby little thing who would probably blimp out into a real hippo within the following years. The daughter worked in Jarvis Bay as a dentist’s assistant and wasn’t supposed to be home until late tonight. I parked my car a few miles down the road from her home in a lay-by surrounded by shrubbery. Behind the dense bushes was a small creak. It was a favorite angler’s place for the creak that fed Dawson’s reservoir was chock full of trout. Noticing a car stationed there would certainly not cause any suspicions. I hiked north along the road for about twenty minutes until I came to the Dean’s homestead. I waited patiently under a drooping willow for her arrival. The road was a very quiet one, rarely traveled, and the nearest house a mile away. Oh, I could hardly wait. Ten minutes later I saw her little red Volvo come tearing up the road. I rose and slid behind the trunk of the willow. She parked the car in the gravel driveway and got out. I peered out from behind the trunk and gazed at her with utter amazement. I had not imagined that she could look so stunning. What was this vision? I got an immediate boner. Ooh! What a classy get-up! She looked like something that stepped out of a Vogue magazine. She was wearing a long dark skirt and a sleeveless camisole. The long gown-like skirt was dark green with a paisley motive, satiny smooth and so thin and transparent that I could make out her long legs shimmering through it. The silky, glistening camisole was apple green in color that nicely complimented the darker shade of the long skirt. For the first time I could notice how slim her arms and how frail her shoulders were. She had slung a silver loop chain around her narrow waist that greatly amplified her slim figure even more. Unfortunately she had, as always, wrapped herself in a finely knitted black shawl with dangling tassels, draping it criss-cross across her bare shoulders so that her full bosom was partially hidden from view. But she could not conceal the considerable bugles. Nothing could! To complete this picture of sophisticated elegance she had put on black elbow gloves and a huge, black floppy hat. The hat was slightly tilted at an angle so that the green ribbon that circled the crown was visible. Her shiny black hair was pinned up only partially this time because of the hat, with the lustrous mane bunched at the nape of the neck in a sort of curled and rolled-up ponytail. As she came slowly up the walkway, hips swinging ever so slightly, I could make out the jingle and jangle of her crystal teardrop earrings. She was even wearing a matching bracelet on her left glove-covered wrist. At a distance of ten yards or so I was even able to make out three or four loops of a pearl necklace disappearing under the black shawl. Black four-inch high-heeled pumps with silver buckles and what seemed to be black stockings peeked out from under the billowing gown. Man, did those spiked heels make her taller than ever! ‘Good Lord’ indeed, I groaned to myself. What a sight! I let her unlock the door and step inside. I counted to ten; then carefully slipped out from under the tree, eyes nervously scanning the road. I had to make sure that nobody saw me here today. I rang the bell. The door opened seconds later. Mrs. Deans stared at me with surprise; then opened the door a little wider. “Master Braddock!” she exclaimed. “My Lord! Wot are you doing ‘ere?” She had the most noticeable British accent. Her voice was soft yet had a throaty ring to it. I smiled at her and gazed deeply into her hazel eyes. “Look at me. You’re getting sleepy.” She made a face, wanted to say something: but suddenly all she managed was a gurgled grunt. She held my gaze and within seconds a stony look came over her. She closed her eyes and stood there, frozen rigid. The Evil Eye had kicked in! “Listen to me, Hyacinthe,” I said softly. “When I snap my fingers you will awaken. You will feel like a puppet. You will not move any body part unless I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand.” A barely noticeable jerk of the head was all that she could manage. “Good. You will be able to see, hear and feel. But you will not speak. You may cry, whine and scream---but you will not say a single word.” I took her by the arm and half pushed, half prodded her away from the door and into the foyer. It felt like moving a mannequin. I propped her against the wall and closed the door. I snapped my fingers and her eyes popped open. “Stand up straight, hands at your sides.” She did as requested, eyes wide with perplexed confusion. “Excellent. What a good doll you are. I like to play with dolls, especially pretty dolls. Would you like me to play with you?” She blinked at me. I smiled at her. “Ah. Yes, of course. Nod your head if you would like me to play with you, or shake it if you do not.” She blinked at me again; then her face paled. Her head did not move but eyes darted nervously around the foyer. Although in a hypnotic state she was aware of her surroundings and suddenly quite aware what I meant. Oh, she didn’t like that at all! She slowly shook her head. The crystal earrings chimed. I frowned at her. “No? Hmm. What a shame. And you’re such a pretty doll, too. Hmm. You know what? You can’t do much about it now, can you?” Her green eyes were blazing at me with horror and her face had gone even whiter. She damn well knew what I intended and she stared at me with maddening terror. Yet no matter how hard she tried she could not run away. She couldn’t budge an inch! She emitted a high-pitched whimper. “Walk,” I commanded, took her by the arm and led her into the living room. In her hypnotic state she couldn’t move properly and stumbled alongside me like a robot with rusted limbs. The floppy hat kept whacking me in the forehead for in her high heels she was taller than I was, and walking next to her forced me to tilt my head to the side. I took a peek at her hoping to get a view of those heavy hooters, but they were completely covered by that black shawl. But man, the bulge was considerable! The protruding jugs just shook and wobbled as she stumbled along beside me. Yup. No mater how much she covered herself up she could not conceal their pendulous nature! And those crystal earrings just chimed and tinkled, too! She gasped and grunted as I guided her towards the sofa. She was terrified! A grand piano stood in one corner of the room under a large throw rug. I knew she was an accomplished pianist and I was not surprised to see that she had one in her home. A big potted, leafy plant stood next to an L-shaped sofa arrangement. It was one of those five-piece jobs with individual seat cushions and padded backs all pushed together. It was black with a red rose pattern. In front of it was a low-lying coffee table with a heavy plate glass insert. “Stand still.” I grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. Oh, what a small waist this slinky woman had. And that camisole was soft and slippery and smooth. I held her for a moment, enjoying her madly spinning eyes and the deep intake of her breathing. That tall, slender and almost fragile body seemed to be as breakable as a stick! Oh man---my 12” cock was going to split her open for sure! I let her stand there while I busied myself with the sofa’s cushions. I removed one of the thick, 2x3 seats from the left sofa and propped it up against the back of the other side of the L-shape layout, thereby reducing the seating width there by half. I started to undress then and piled my clothes in the far corner of the left sofa. I straightened and stood in front of her wearing only my boxer shorts and my socks. Her green eyes widened at the considerable bulge poking through the front of it. It was quite a bulge, too, and she made a funny gasping sound as she stared at it with alarm. “Okay, Barbie Doll. Why don’t you sit down over here? That’s it---prop yourself against that cushion and spread your legs a little.” She lifted the hem of the long gown a bit with her gloved hands, turned and gently let herself fall onto the sofa. Her tits shook and wobbled as she plopped down. I fell to my knees in front of her, grabbed the long, thin skirt and pushed it up her long legs until I had it bunched around her slim hips. Shit! She wasn’t wearing stockings and garters at all but cute, knee-high socks, the kind that schoolgirls wear with their pleated miniskirts and white cotton tops. How kinky! They were very black and of some stretch cotton material that clung to her slim calves as if glued. And those semi-spiked heels made her slim legs seem twice as long. Oh, what a sight! I reached up and pulled the bifocal glasses from her nose, tearing the dainty chain in the process. She gasped as the chain cluttered onto the sofa. I grabbed the glasses and put them on the pile of discarded clothes for later retrieval. I decided to have her keep the floppy hat on: if she dressed like a socialite I was going to fuck this high-class lady, hat, elbow gloves and all! But that stupid shawl wrecked the entire look. It was coming off! I smiled at her. “Let’s have a look at what you’re hiding under this fucking blanket!” I reached up again and started to fumble with the large knot of the shawl. She whimpered a little as I drew the tasseled ends apart, then squealed with protest as I slowly peeled apart the sides. Oh Jesus---her tits just drilled out at me like missiles! The sight of those two jugs heaving out like that through that silky top was a hell of an incentive to draw the shawl off her completely. I grabbed one end of the knitted shawl and pulled it off her bare shoulders with a quick jerk; then tossed it on the pile of clothes behind me. I stared at what I had thus exposed. It was the first time that I’d seen her bust uncovered and the sight of them took my breath away. Man, they were even bigger than I had thought! They thrust out and forward, stretching the thin and loose camisole taut at the sides, the rounded tips piercing through the thin material like rockets. Large, knobby lumps were extremely visible in the center of each pear-shaped tip, indicating that she had to have nipples large and fat enough to poke through both bra and camisole. Whoa! “When’s the last time somebody played with these?” I asked her. All I got was a horrified stare. I nodded. “Hmm. It’s been awhile, eh? You poor, neglected doll. Well, today’s your lucky day. I am really going to play with them! I’ll make you happy---trust me!” She emitted a terrified gasp. I shook my head. “Ah, that thought horrifies you? Tsk, tsk. You can’t have tits like these and expect men to ignore you. Now be a good doll and hitch up the camisole, Hyacinthe. Pull it all the way up, nice and slow---then tuck it under your chin. It’s about time you show the world just what you got! Come on!” She just sat there like a statue, eyes bouncing crazily around the room. She brought her gloved hands up and slowly started to inch the green top out from under the loop chain around her waist. With a startled sob she managed to pull it out and her navel came to view; then hitched it up slowly, pausing only when she had to work it over her protruding bust. And then she wrapped it under her chin, exposing her breasts to me. I gasped. She was wearing one of those seamless bras made popular by Victoria Secret. It was black, yet so sheer and semi-transparent, like a filmy negligee so that everything was visible. It was also one of those jobs that could be worn strapless if so desired for it obviously had removable straps and padded under rims for extra support. Which was strange, as I could not imagine her wearing anything so revealing that required a strapless bra! What an odd woman! Oh, she was eccentric all right, quite so. The slinky gown with the elbow gloves, the high heels and the large hat and now the special bra----nothing made sense. Wasn’t she supposed to be frumpish and timid? What a contradiction! Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 02 I really stared at those jugs! I had been fantasying about them for years and here they were, right in my face! Her tits were very creamy, a fact hardly concealed by the dark sheer cups. (She obviously did not hold much in the way for exposing them to sunlight!) What a set, though. They just heaved straight out at me, the bra cups stretched taut as if struggling to hold up the considerable weight. She had a cleavage between those missile-shaped tits long enough to cradle a damn beer bottle! Staring at that deep cavern made me fuckin’ cross-eyed! I actually had to move my head to peer along it! And she did have huge nipples; gigantic, saucer-shaped pink aureoles with nipples as thick as thumbs. They were poking through the thin cups like tent poles! Oh, these were certainly one of the most interesting tits I’ve ever seen---one hundred percent natural hooters! On her slim body they looked absolutely huge! “Oh, yeah!” I exclaimed with amazement. “I wanna play with these!” I reached up and unhooked the shoulder straps from the top of each cup; then slipped my hands around her and fumbled with the three clasps of the wide back band. She still sat there, eyes rolling like a mad bull, following my every move. Man, she was totally petrified! She wasn’t really all that skinny---the only ribs visible were the ones just under the breastbone. I slowly peeled the band off her slim body and peered at the label. Oh my God! My jaw dropped with shock. She had slim, torpedo-shaped----34EE-cups? This is what she’d been hiding under all those shawls and baggy sweaters? A double-E cup? Jesus! No wonder they had always sloshed about so much! I pulled the sheer bra off completely and tossed it aside. Man, those jugs bounced once or twice and then settled into place, two huge torpedo-shaped missiles with just a slight downwards droop. Although these were pendulous jugs, the tip of each tit sailed upwards so that the nipples were rather level and not hanging down. Damn---the entire tips were encased in a field of pink! Talk about saucer-shaped nips! Shit! I was totally amazed. I reached out a faltering hand and gently slipped the palm of my hand under her left tit and wiggled it about. Oh---how soft! I began to jiggle them both about, amazed at their heavy yet loose nature. Oh, they were real all right! “Jerk your upper body about, doll face,” I suddenly hissed at her. ‘”Make ‘em dance!” She groaned. But she obeyed me and started to gyrate her upper body about until her hefty tits started to slosh from side to side. There wasn’t much up and down movement but a hell of a lot of sideways sloshing. Oh Mother of Jesus! Her pink nipples swung to and fro until all I saw was a blurred line of pink. I had thought that my mom’s D cups had been out of this world but they certainly paled in comparison to what dangled here in front of me today. My cock just twitched and jumped against my boxer shorts---it was almost fully erect and the throbbing was surprisingly painful. With a groan I cupped her pendulous tits in my hands and licked up and down her cleavage. She sobbed with horror as I slid my tongue across her right tit. I pecked at it with repeated kisses and then licked all around the lumpy aureole. I then moved from tit to tit, licking and kissing, then crawled a little closer and fed the right one deep into my mouth. I just loved the way that fat, perky nipple tickled the back of my throat like a finger! I began to suck on that hefty jug like mad, slurping and chewing on it, then moved to the other. I sucked on those tits for some time while I simultaneously squeezed and fondled them from the sides. They were indeed quite heavy, but very soft and squishy. My fingers just sank into that malleable flesh! I slipped my hands around her, drew her close and just fed on her tits. Within seconds her entire tits and both of my cheeks were covered in a sticky film of saliva. My head was buzzing around those heavy knockers from all angles, so much so that I was becoming dizzy. Oh, I just kissed, licked and slobbered all over them, grunting and groaning with wild abandon. “Oh, yeah! Hmmm. Yeah! Oh! Agh! Hmm-mmm!” I was in heaven! I gave her hooters a tremendous, hearty squeeze. Heavy yet soft---oh, what a set! And did those perky nipples ever pop out at me! She squealed as I sank my fingers into that pliable flesh, so much so that the multiple loops of her pearl necklace, half rolled up in the crumpled camisole, popped out over it and slipped between her tits. Oh, I toyed with that, licking and pulling at it and brushing her swollen nipples with the large pearls. I then backed off, took a deep breath and grinned at her. Her eyes were spinning like tops, wide and totally spaced out. “You like that?” I asked her. “Fun, eh? How about this?” I cupped her left boob in both hands, squeezed it forward and closed my teeth around her huge nipple and began to gently nibble and yank on it. She suddenly stopped her whimpering sobs and started to cry out with little squeals. I don’t know if it was from pleasure or from fear but it was quite a turn-on. So I commenced teasing her a bit more. I really started to pull and yank on it! She didn’t like that much and started to squeal with protest. But I pulled my head back even further so that her nipple stretched into a long teepee-like sliver of pink---then let it slam back. Oh, did she wail! Chewing and pulling on those raspberry-sized nipples was such a riot that I spent several minutes teasing her nipples like this. Oh, she was making noise like a wailing infant! She stared at me with petrified horror as I lifted my face off her breasts. I am sure that her tits must have felt as if on fire----they were damn well glowing like embers! Believe it or not: I had spent almost one hour on those terrific tits. I had kissed them everywhere: I had squeezed and mauled them until I got cramps in my hands: I had sucked and chewed on the pink tips until each pendulous tit was swollen and deep red. Oh, they were completely covered with finger marks and teeth marks and the engorged nipples were quivering like antennae---each nipple was at least an inch long! I just couldn’t help myself. This frumpish, eccentric bitch had the most suckable tits! I was delirious---I could hardly stop! I rose to my feet and pulled my boxers down my legs. Her eyes nearly popped as she caught sight of my exposed penis, and once completely freed, she emitted a startled cry. I couldn’t blame her---it wasn’t fully erect, yet, but already longer than average, the purple head thick and bulbous like an avocado, the entire thing sticking out from my groin like a baseball bat, jerking and quivering with anticipation at what was to come. Oh, she was more than alarmed----her face was as white as a sheet! She couldn’t move her head as I had not allowed her to do it, but her eyes stared at my engorged rod with horror as I kicked aside the shorts. “Stand up,” I ordered then. Her eyes stared at me crazily as she slowly rose to her feet. The thin, silky camisole slowly cascaded back over her heaving bust, hiding it from view. But it could not conceal the gigantic nipples that were now thrusting through the top like pencils! Man, had I worked on those! “Kneel over here,” I said and pointed at the floor. With a strangled sob she slid to her knees and the long gown billowed about behind her, the pearl necklace dangling over her heaving bust. “Lift that top again.” She did as requested, drawing the thin camisole and the necklace up over her tits again. “Tilt back a bit,” I commanded as I stepped up to her, “but don’t drop that top. Keep it off your boobs. Now lean back and brace an arm on the floor behind you. That’s it---good girl.” I stepped over the gown and straddled her legs, bent forward and cupped her tits that were sticking up like volcanoes, the sideways droop hardly noticeable even in this position. I then thrust my hips forward and slipped the mushroom-shaped head of my cock into her cleavage, parking it there like some huge snake crawling into its den. I had seen tit fucking in various porno flicks and I wanted to try it myself. Hyacinthe certainly had a set that well qualified for this kind of activity! The feel of my sensitive knob against that warm flesh, not to mention the actual sight of those volcanic tits caused my cock to swell to its maximum length. She stared at it with alarm, face white with unbelievable shock. I grabbed those hefty jugs and slowly began to heave my twelve-inch monster in and out of that cavernous cleavage. And it felt great---no doubt about it. I started to brush her perky nipples with my thumb; then really leaned my hips forward and she gasped as the head of my cock slammed against her chin. She squealed and whimpered as I humped her tits like a man possessed, ramming it in and out while I mashed her hefty tits around my schlong. Within seconds the familiar urges I had experienced only a few days ago raced through my body---I was about to loose control! These hefty 34EE’s were driving me bonkers! I pulled my cock out, sank my hands into her hair rolled up at the nape of her neck and pulled her head up with a quick jerk. Surprisingly the black hat did not fall off her head---she must have had it pinned. She stared at me with surprise as I lifted my cock and held it before her. Precum was oozing out of it and she made a horrified and repulsed face. She whimpered with horror as I took my cock and prodded her lovely face with it. “Here, doll,” I groaned at her, “play with this.” I whipped her face with the huge mushroom-shaped head a few times and she gurgled and groaned with revulsion. “Suck it, doll face. Come on---put it in your mouth!” She opened her mouth; but barely. The thin, red lips quivered with abhorrence. She looked about ready to puke, too. But I grabbed my cock and simply rammed it in; the huge head forced her teeth apart and tore her jaw wide open. I groaned as the huge head scraped against her teeth. But I ignored the pain and pushed my hips forward until I had about five inches inside her. She groaned and her eyes rolled like mad. Oh, she was quite sickened. I pulled it out and rammed it in again. And again. “Here! Here! Here!” Plop! Plop! The sight of her horror-stricken eyes peering at me with the tight-lipped mouth wrapped around my mammoth cock and the plopping sound as it repeatedly thudded into her was such a turn-on that the pain of her teeth raking my sensitive flesh was momentarily overlooked. Oh, I just hammered it in and out of her a few times, occasionally slapping her cheeks with it before I rammed it in again. And then I simply left it in there. “There,” I hissed at her, “now suck it.” I grabbed the back of her head and forced it up and down on my cock. Her red, thin lips were stretched wide around the thick girth and her green eyes were rolling around in their sockets like mad as a good eight inches slid in and out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled; the hat slid about the top of her head and the pearl necklace thumped across her heaving bust as I worked her head up and down on my engorged rod. No matter how much I tried to lean into her she could take no more than the eight inches. It didn’t matter---I was already starting to see stars and within seconds my cock began to swell. She seemed to realize just what was about to happen and her green, feline eyes stared at me with complete revulsion. She actually shook her head---that’s how much the horror of having to swallow my cum abhorred her---although she was hypnotized! How odd! I gave her two more pushes----and then the damn broke. A torrent of hot and sticky goo ejaculated from the tip of my cock like an exploding volcano, each voluminous load firing right down her esophagus. Oh, did she make a terrible coughing, gagging sound as the salty sperm cannoned down her throat. Her eyes just spun! I pulled my aching cock out and the last loud cannoned off the roof of her mouth. “Swallow it, doll-face. All of it.” I had her head still tilted back a bit, and as her mouth was open, I could see the milky shit bubbling and swirling about. It was almost spilling out over her bottom lip! “Swallow it!” She gagged and coughed but obediently sucked it down, the folds on her throat working like pumps, the green eyes blinking with an alarming rate. And then it was all gone. “Good girl,” I commented. “Now get up and lean against the sofa. Spread your legs.” Hyacinthe rose drunkenly to her feet and stumbled towards the sofa. She turned, bent forward and braced her gloved arms on the sofa’s rim and spread-eagled her long legs. The silky camisole hung half over her pendulous hooters as she leaned over the sofa, the pearl necklace dangling down low and almost brushing the cushions. Her legs were shimmering through the thin material of the gown, and bent over like this, the gown had risen up her ankles to expose the stiletto heels fully. What a pair of legs! I stared at those long legs and that small ass for a minute, marveling its shape and contour. She had the smallest and roundest ass I’d ever seen on such a mature woman. The small, round ass of a teen! I went up to her and drew the long, thin gown up her spidery legs and draped it over her back. I stared at the black panty I had exposed, realizing that it matched the sheerness of the discarded bra: in other words a matching set. It was a full-sized brief, thin and diaphanous, with laced stretch elastic at the sides. I was also quite shocked to discover that she had a three-inch gap between her legs, a gap wide enough to slide a hand into without touching the thighs! Shit---talk about a Barbie Doll physique! I slipped my hand into that wide gap and she mewed as the thin panty brushed her pussy lips. I began to caress her gently, enjoying the slippery feel of the silky material gliding across her labia. Within mere seconds pussy juice started to ooze out between my fingers. Oh, I feverishly rubbed her cunt back and forth, occasionally tickling her with a forefinger, pushing the thin lining right past her wetted lips and into her gash. She groaned. A frothy substance started to build up, creating loud and squishy sounds as my hand slid repeatedly back and forth. I pulled my hand away. It was quite wet. The panty was completely soaked, too; half of the shit was sliding down her thighs like dewdrops! Oh, she was hot and wanting it! I slipped my hands across her ass cheeks and worked the thin panty down her legs. I pulled it out from under her high heels and threw it aside and it landed on the floor with a loud plop like a wet washcloth! I stepped up close and my cock banged against her inner thighs. She whimpered. I leaned over her, slipped my hands around her and cupped her pendulous hooters. She groaned as I began to pump and squeeze them, milking them like the teats of a cow. I twirled her engorged nipples between my fingers and she cried out softly. I slid my hands down her back then, grabbed her by the hips and slowly lined up my throbbing cock. She grunted as the mushroom-shaped head collided with her vagina. I tickled her wet lips with it: then leaned forward and gently began to feed it into her. Man, you should have seen those pink lips spread wider and wider! She grunted again as the huge head wormed into her with a loud squishy, plopping sound. It was quite a sight to see that twelve-inch cock partially impaled in her small cunt, sticking out of her like a battering ram, very thick, blue-veined and throbbing, the massive purple, avocado-shaped head splitting her wide open. The pink pussy lips were quivering as the head slowly drilled forward. All I could see at this point was the crown of my bulbous head---I pushed a little more---a loud plop!---and then the tight lips closed around it. My head was inside her completely. I grabbed her hips firmly and thrust forward, slowly feeding my cock in deeper and deeper into her tight cunt. Thankfully she was extremely wet (I must have really stimulated her) and my cock slid in rather easily. I managed to drill in about six inches, slowly, and she grunted and moaned with every forward push. I began to hump her then, sliding half of my cock in and out of her with hard, deliberate thrusts. She wailed as my cock slid in and out of her pussy with loud plopping sounds, drawing out torrents of sticky goo. I fucked her like this for a few minutes, simply banging half of my cock in and out of her, slowly and purposely and sometimes so forcibly and rapidly that her pendulous hooters started to slam back and forth. I pulled my cock out of her and gave her firm, slim rump a friendly pat. “Oh, you have such a nice cunt, baby doll,” I commented. “Do you like it?” All I got was a whimpering moan. She was still bent over the sofa, her ass high in the air, pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs. Man, she had the longest legs ever! I took one of the 2x3 seat cushions and placed it on top of the glass-lined coffee table. It fit perfectly. I took her arm and gently lifted her to an upright position. She stared at me, eyes wide, the slim body swaying drunkenly, tits heaving with her erratic breaths. She straightened and the silky camisole slid back over her tits, partially hiding them from view. “Lie down on this, doll,” I ordered and dragged her to the coffee table. She obediently did as requested and crawled on top of the table, turned and fell back on it. I bent over her and hitched the camisole over her tits again for I just needed to see those glorious mounds. The heavy globes sagged to the sides a bit, nipples quivering. “Squeeze them together,” I suggested. “Show me those neat tits.” She brought her gloved hands up and cradled her massive chest, thereby pushing them up and out. Oh, what a magnificent set! I pushed the long gown up her slim legs again and tucked the voluminous folds under her ass, grabbed her by the thighs and drew her down the table until her ass was level with the end of it. I lifted her legs high, holding the black pumps together with one hand while I guided my throbbing cock towards her exposed snatch. And then I fed it into her again, burying the same six or seven inches into her again with one, deft push. Oh, she just wailed shrilly as I sailed into her wet snatch. And then I simply began to thrust deeper. But she was tight, very tight and I met with stiff resistance. Her narrow pussy walls were grabbing me like a vice. I resorted to soft jabs, pounding my stiff cock into her, each jackhammer thrust spreading her wider and loosening her up. Slowly her vaginal muscles started to relent and I was able to sink deeper into her. Man, I was spreading her wide, wider than every before and she grunted like a bull moose as the tenth inch thudded into her. I was now up against the narrowest of channels, the cervical ring, and I grimaced with pain as the sensitive head pounded against it. And she grimaced too and let out the loudest grunts, snarls and roars, sounding like an attacking gorilla. Her eyes were rolling and her mouth was open wide with shock as I pounded my cock deeper and deeper into her. And with one, final brutal thrust I broke through. She shrieked as the bulbous head of my cock thudded through her cervix and sank into her womb. I was in---all twelve inches of my cock was deeply buried inside her. I spread her legs wide and simply fell on top of her. She squealed as I buried my face between her massive tits and began to feed on them again. I sucked on her boobs and chewed on her swollen nipples like mad while I commenced pumping my cock in and out of her with hard, deliberate thrusts, each push pounding through her cervix and widening it even more. I couple of maddening thrusts, a few frenzied nipples tweaks----and then the damn burst. I blew a torrent of hot cum deep into her womb, load after loading filling her up. I could not believe the intensity and the pain of each ejaculation---I had never cum so violently before. It was just squirting out of me like gunshots, each load slamming up against the sensitive linings of her uterus. I grunted and Hyacinthe shrieked as my sperm ricocheted repeatedly off the walls of her womb. “Oh yeah, baby! Here! Here!” Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 02 I emptied my balls into and withdrew. I let her legs drop and the high heels banged against the floor. She stared at me wide-eyed, her mouth opening and closing with alarm. I had probably stimulated her in places she didn’t even know could be stimulate and she simply couldn’t fathom it at all. I sat down on the sofa, my cock still sticking straight up like a flagpole. Shit: I wanted more of this exciting woman. “Come here, Hyacinthe,” I whispered. “Sit on top of me.” She rose slowly to her feet and stumbled awkwardly towards me. I gave her a hand and helped her step up onto the sofa, for her high heels dug pits into the cushions. I steadied her arms and held her upright. She wobbled above me, drew up the long skirt again and gently lowered her hips. I groaned as my bulbous head parted her moist folds again. I guided her down, easily and gently until she was completely impaled on my twelve-inch rod. I was deep inside her womb again and she moaned. I cupped her big boobs, then stared at her. “Take off that damn hat and shake your hair loose. Then kiss me.” She brought up her gloved hands and gently pried the hat away from her head by withdrawing a few hairpins. She tossed it aside; then pulled out the prong on the curled up hair at the nape of her neck. She fluffed out her mane, then swirled her head about, flinging the dark tresses about her face. She had the most wonderful black and shiny hair, silky smooth and just a little past shoulder length. The bangs curled into her eyes, giving her a sort of wild and gypsy-like appeal. Oh, my cock just twitched and throbbed at the sight of that wild mane dancing about her frail shoulders. It really suited her---it was a shame that she always wore it up. And then she lowered her head and kissed me. I kissed her back and began to squeeze her big tits. “Ride it, woman. Ride it.” She began to hump her narrow hips up and down, drawing herself up and down the entire length of my shaft. Oh, what a sensation! I kissed her passionately while I squeezed and mashed her big boobs right through the silken top. And then I clamped my hands around her skinny waist and began to draw her up and down, impaling her deeply on my cock. In and out: each thrust ramming the bulbous head deep into her so that our bodies collided with a bone-breaking crunch. She was kissing me madly now. Deep, grunt-like sobs emanated from deep inside her as I thrust her frail body up and down. And then she came, loudly and shrilly. She tore her lips off my mouth and shrieked----believe it or not: her fingernails actually tore gashes across my shoulder blades, the nails piercing right through her velvet elbow gloves! She trashed about and gyrated her hips, rolled her eyes and wailed. While she was doing this maddening screaming she was thrusting herself crazily up and down on my cock, ramming it deep inside her. Seconds later I too lost control and ejaculated another gallon of hot cum deep into her womb. Three large squirts and my balls ran dry. Man, did I grunt! This last ejaculation was certainly not as voluminous as the first load, but adding this new amount to the previous one surely filled her to capacity. I could actually feel the shit sloshing about inside her! “Get dressed,” I ordered her. “Put it all back on. Fix your hair like it was before and tidy yourself up.” She got off me, scooped the panty off the floor and drew it up her legs. While she scooped her big boobs back into the cups of the large bra I reorganized the sofa cushions, making sure that everything was back in its place. Then I too got dressed. As I turned she was putting the finishing touches on her rolled up hair, then pinned the floppy hat back into place. What a charming, elegant doll she was. It was a sight I'd never forget. “Sit down. Relax. Close your eyes. Go to sleep. When I snap my fingers you will remember nothing. Nothing at all.” She was indeed one of the most beautiful women I have yet to come across. It was a pity, though, that she had to always cover up her glorious body. She may have acted frumpish and old-fashioned, but she was one hundred percent woman through and through. I was glad that I had the opportunity to enjoy her feminine charms---no one else would ever have that honor. Nobody else really knew what a good fuck this prudish bitch actually was. I left her there, opened the door and stepped outside. I gave her one last glance: then stuck my hand through the door and snapped my fingers. I softly closed the door and ran up to the window and peeked carefully inside. There she sat, sort of perplexed-looking, a hand caressing her lower abdomen. Oh, she must have felt a throbbing pain down there and couldn’t figure out why! Christ---not only there. She was definitely aching all over. I could plainly see that this in itself was rather shocking to her, not to mention the fact that her panty was unexplicably wet. Oh, she looked confused all right! Ha! Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 03 After my encounter with that ultra slim and leggy administrative director, I knew that I could certainly get away with anything my perverted mind could conjure up. The knowledge that I could have a crack at any woman I wanted, and without any repercussions, rushed to my head like a drug. Shit: I had the power to do what I wanted----a very unique power not to say the least, and I felt like a God. Having passed the initial inhibitions and doubts, I now set forth to lay every mature woman that struck my fancy. I swept through the neighboring towns like the plague, leaving behind a bevy of confused and highly agitated women. My third victim, Victoria Ryder, was certainly an interesting woman. I had known her since the first day I had walked into grade school fifteen years ago. Back then she had simply been a teacher and for a seven-year old, just another annoying ‘older person’. At first she had meant nothing to me. But when I turned thirteen I suddenly found her to be the most exciting female God had put on this earth. Of course I had reached puberty and suddenly saw every woman I knew in a different light. But compared to most of them, Victoria Ryder was a Goddess. Back then she had been thirty-five or thirty-six, three times my age! But I was hooked. She had to have been the most ultimate female specimen and I had spent almost every night fantasying about her. I was now twenty-two and she had matured into a forty-six year old. So far, she was the oldest candidate on my long list of do-able mature women. Yet even now she was still a hell of a stunning woman and it was easy to see just how gorgeous she must have been in her younger years. Her husband had certainly found her irresistible----she had pumped out six kids over the years! The oldest was a twenty-seven-year old whom I hadn’t seen in several years and the youngest a mere nine-year-old boy. I knew all of their kids pretty well. The rest were girls and they all looked like her. Oh, they were hot all right. They were one of the most popular girls in town. But whereas the guys chased after these four young girls and most definitely fucked them silly, I drooled after the mother. Call me weird; call me sick. I don’t care. They had nothing on her----not even their youth. I had admired her for years. Now that I had the ‘power’, I decided to turn all those nightly fantasies into reality. She had managed to work her way up and was now the principal of our little grade school. The building stood at the outskirts of our little town, surrounded on two sides by cornfields and the cemetery on the other. We’re a small community and we have absolutely no crime. The school doesn’t even have a security or an alarm system---that’s how trusting we are of each other. The last person out had to lock up; that was all. And Mrs. Ryder was wont to stay late, pouring over papers or working out a new educational program. I stood in front of her office and peered through the Venetian blinds. She was sitting behind her desk going through a stack of papers. She hadn’t changed much---a bit older, naturally, and perhaps a bit plumpier than when she had first entered my life. But man, was she a sight for sore eyes! I ran into her almost daily and my cock would harden immediately so that I had to cover it up. Yup; they don’t call me ‘Pocket Pool Eric’ for nothing! I opened the door and slowly walked in. She looked up, sort of startled. “Eric Braddock! Heavens, you scared me silly! What are you doing here?” She had a soft, sultry voice that could give a guy an immediate hard-on. I had to hide that damn ‘bulge’ with my hands again. I closed the office door behind me. I turned and stared at her with a stony look. “What are you doing here?” she demanded again. She got up from her desk and came forward slowly, shaking her head. “Damn it, boy! Say something. You’re giving me the creeps.” I took the opportunity and studied her profile for a few seconds. Although she stood taller than usual due to her heels she was actually sort of short, about five-foot-three. She had put on some extra weight over the years that now lent her a sort of comfortable, well-rounded physique. Her hips had broadened and it seemed that her breasts had become fuller, too. Oh, she had an amazing voluptuous figure that tipped the scales at about a hundred and thirty. She had real high chested and large, spherical globes so perfectly round that you’d think she had shoved grapefruits into her bra cups. It was those amazingly rounded spheres that had kept me spellbound for years. The natural blonde hair was now almost platinum. It hadn’t turned gray, not yet, but it had turned lighter and whiter, a sort of bleached look that was definitely natural and not applied. She had a head full of soft, luscious waves and curls that fell to the nape of her neck, sort of Marilyn Monroe style with a teasing curl above the left eye. As long as I’ve known her she always had the same style. She had beautiful baby-blue eyes; a small upturned nose and one of those V-shaped, pouting mouths you just wanted to shove your cock in. She was definitely one of the most beautiful and desirable women in town and the men folk were absolutely gaga about her. She was wearing a red blazer over a silky, white blouse and a short, black leather skirt. Dark, sheer stockings snaked up her strong legs. On her feet she wore red stiletto pumps with pointed tips. She had a dainty bracelet around her left wrist that chimed and tinkled and her right hand was adorned with numerous rings. Since I’ve known her she had always dressed the same---always very professional looking and sophisticated looking with her blouses and business suits. But she had a knack for making it look extremely provocative and sluttish. I suppose it’s because she kept her blouses buttoned low and the skirts short and tight. The blazer was buttoned around the midriff. The lapels of the silk blouse were spread wide, exposing her throat and the large pearl necklace underneath, not too low, but just enough to make a guy want to look a little longer. (I knew that had she remained sitting that she would have presented me with a splendid view of her cleavage.) And those hugely rounded breasts really heaved through the silk blouse, spreading the red blazer’s lapels far apart. The tight-fitting black miniskirt really amplified the broad hips. What a body indeed! Oh, what a stacked blonde bombshell! With six children she most definitely had a very healthy sex life. But I wanted her to believe that she hadn’t been laid in a very, very long time. I wanted her hot and horny and desperately wanting it! I wanted her crawling and begging for it! I stared into her lovely baby-blue eyes. She blinked as our eyes locked and I knew she was instantly hypnotized. “You feel like you haven’t been laid in many years.” I sent her a mental message and she blinked at me with wide eyes. “You’re so hot that the need is running down your legs. I’m the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. You want me---desperately.” She licked her pink lips and brushed the annoying curl out of her eyes. When she was nervous she always did that---just an absentminded flick of the wrist. She came towards me slowly, blue eyes flashing. She stopped and stared up at me with wide eyes. She cocked her head and gazed at me dreamily. “Oooh, you’re a real hunk, aren’t you?” she cooed at me suddenly and traced a long finger down the front of my shirt. “Muscular, too. I like that.” She had her hands all over the front of my shirt, pawing and clawing at my shirt collars. The bracelet chimed. “Are you going to let Auntie Vicky show you a good time?” I calmly brushed her hands aside and stared at her. She was all over me and I couldn’t help but be turned-on by her sultry advances. Man, this Evil Eye shit was amazing! She looked like she was having an orgasm already and realized that I’d have to slow this down a bit before she’d tire out. I pushed her away from me and raised a warning finger. “Whoa! What makes you think I’d be interested in an old hag like you?” She frowned and shook her wooly blonde head. “Old hag? I’m forty-six, not ninety! I’m in the prime of my life! Just look at this body,” she exclaimed, flung out her hands and twirled herself about. “Oh, nothing on this body sags---even my daughters are amazed. And jealous.” “Oh? You think you have a better body than Olivia or Sandra?” These were her eldest daughters, the best looking of the entire lot. “Hell, yes!” She nodded and licked her lips. She could hardly stand still and was jumping about from foot to foot like an eager child. Her hugely rounded tits jostled up and down, creating a sort of rasping sound as the soft and silky blouse brushed against the coarser material of the red blazer. Damn! I walked around her slowly. “Fine. Prove it. Take off your clothes. And do it like a stripper---nice and slow and be as provocative as you can.” She nodded her head crazily and licked her lips. She swayed up to her desk and wordlessly swept all the stuff off it with a sweep of the arm. It didn’t seem to matter to her that the coffee mug shattered in the process and that its contents spilled over most of her paperwork. Then she turned, leaned up against the desk, licked her lips again and stared at me real saucily. She spread her high-heeled legs apart and started to hitch the tight skirt slowly up her thighs, revealing more and more of her smoky stockings. White garter straps came into view. Oh! She turned, spread her arms across the desk, leaned forward and wiggled her broad butt at me. Those shiny red stiletto heels really accentuated the contours of her legs and those dark, smoky stockings added to the overall office slut image. Oh, she had marvelous, strong legs and a real wide rump. The tight leather mini skirt was really stretched taut across it. She had the kind of ass you just wanted to spank! She turned to face me again and cupped her rounded tits with her hands. She began to squeeze and maul them right through blazer and blouse; then she slowly unbuttoned the two buttons that held the red blazer together. Oh, that white silky blouse could hardly conceal the round bulges that she presented me with. She reached up her hands and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse, spread the lapels apart and showed me her cleavage. And she did more than that: she gyrated and jerked her body about like a go-go dancer, allowing me to see most of her tits from almost any angle. Man, did my cock go up as she teasingly peeled the red blazer off in the process. Then she straightened and proceeded to unzip the leather skirt. She slowly peeled it down her broad hips and down her legs, revealing the tops of her smoky black stockings. White garter straps snaked up her thighs to disappear underneath the hem of her white blouse. The sight was quite titillating to say the least. She kicked the skirt aside and bent over the table again and wiggled her broad buttocks. She wasn’t wearing panties but a sort of white lace teddy or a corset to which the garter straps were attached. It was one of those full body jobs, high-cut at the hips and with a removable crotch. Ooh, how sexy indeed! She slipped a hand between her thighs and began to caress herself, slipping the crotch lining of her teddy across her cunt lips while she cupped her left tit with the other hand. She moaned while she did this. Shit: I moaned! She then clambered on top of the mahogany table and slithered around on it. She fell onto her back, slid her hands between her breasts and began to unbutton the silky blouse from the top. She unbuttoned it partially though, but enough to reveal her huge bosom. The cups of her lacy teddy could hardly hold up the enormous mounds. I held my breath as she began to fondle her huge orbs, mashing and pushing them together, so much so that at times her nipples came to view. I gasped. She then slipped her hands between her thighs and unhitched the crotch snap and began to diddle herself. She was moaning and groaning. I let her play with herself for a few minutes; then stepped up to the desk and brushed the hair out of her eyes. She looked up at me. She was breathing heavily. “Well?” she cooed. “Are you going to fuck me now? Come on----I’m so wet! Give it to me! Please!” “First things first,” I whispered. I stepped up to the desk behind her, leaned over her and drew her towards me by the shoulders until her head almost keeled over the edge. She squealed with delight as I slipped my hands around her huge tits and gave them a gentle squeeze. Man, talk about round! And firm! Squeezing those felt like massaging kneecaps! “Just how big are these, Victoria?” I asked gently. She giggled and stared up at me. “I wear a 40E bra.” I nodded and cupped them again. Damn, they were rock solid. “Are they real?” She seemed shocked. “Of course! What do you take me for?” I grinned. “Relax, woman. They are very firm, that’s all.” I patted her head. “Now you just lie there. Don’t move.” I proceeded to undress until I was completely naked. My cock was almost fully erect and was sticking out like a battering ram. It was throbbing with anticipation, the huge fist-like head dripping with precum. She naturally had no idea how well endowed I was. But in just a few seconds she was going to find out! I stepped up to the desk again, grabbed her by the shoulders and drew her body towards me until her head flopped over the edge. She emitted a surprised shriek as her blonde, curly head fell backwards. Now the sight of a twelve-inch cock dangling in front of your eyes, especially if viewed from upside down, could shock anyone. And oh, she was shocked! She gasped and her eyes widened with surprise. “Jesus Christ!” she exclaimed. “You’re not serious?” I grabbed her wooly head with my left hand. “You bet! Say hello!” I grabbed my cock with the other hand and pushed it against her rosy lips. “Lick it. Suck it.” “Jesus!” She slobbered her tongue around the crown of my head for a few minutes, tickling and teasing from all sides. Ooh, that felt good. I then prodded her lips with it and she obediently closed her mouth around it. I slipped in about three inches; then leaned over her and cupped her massive orbs in my hands. I started to squeeze and mash her gigantic mounds, totally surprised at their firmness. The teddy’s cups seemed to move easily and freely and I did not notice that it was a strapless job until I parted the blouse across her shoulders. It was a corset---white, smooth satin with lace trimmings. The lacy cups were thin and pliant, each cup lined with a fat underwire rim for extra support. Her hugely rounded boobs were almost popping out of the cups. While I busied myself with her large mammaries I wormed my cock in and out of her mouth with short little jabs. She made odd gurgling and slurping sounds as my fat cock thudded in and out of her mouth. There wasn’t much if it in her----just the head. She groaned when I slid my hands under the lacy cups and poked and pinched her nipples. I figured that I’d urge her on a bit. “Is that all you can do?” I asked with a surprised tone. “I thought you said that you can do anything a younger chick can. But you’re not doing very well, are you? Come on----last time I fucked Sandra (a lie) she took my entire cock in her mouth. Are you going to be outdone by a mere teen?” She shook her head. I could see that the testament of her daughter’s apparent capabilities was alarming her, yet I didn’t know if she was upset that her daughters did such filthy things or if she was upset that they actually could. It was fun to watch her face all screwed up in disbelief. “Oh? She was able to do that?” I nodded. “You bet.” She grabbed the back of my legs and drew me closer, opened her mouth and fed my cock into it again. Oh, she was suddenly real intent on taking all of it. More and more of my cock disappeared inside her mouth. Her eyes bulged and the flesh at her throat started to throb as a good five inches of my cock slid deep into her mouth. The head was up against her larynx and it made her cough and gag a bit. But I leaned forward a little and forced another inch or so down her throat until her fingernails started to tear at my ass cheeks. Oh, she was starting to choke on it! I pulled out and allowed her to breath----then grabbed her head in both hands and started to pump my cock in and out of her mouth. Yup, she was now taking at least seven inches of it! Every deep thrust made her body bounce like a fish out of water so that her high heels slammed against the desk with a loud clang. In and out; in and out. Her hot mouth, that beautiful, kissable mouth, was stretched wide across the thick shaft. Her teeth were raking it too, and I squinted with the pain of it. But I closed my eyes, grabbed her massively rounded hooters and squeezed the daylights out of them. She moaned as my fingers sank into the hard, rubbery flesh. Within minutes I knew that I was going to loose a load. I pulled my cock out; she gasped and coughed; I groaned and fired a voluminous load across her entire face. Huge, fat goblets of goo splattered across her pretty face, stung her eyes and cannoned off the top of her breasts. The slimy substance had pooled in her throat and was now slowly dripping onto the floor. I pulled a few tissues from a turned-over box of Kleenex that lay under her desk and wiped the goo off her face and upper body. She stared up at me with glazed eyes and moaned softly. “God! That thing is huge!” Her face was purple from lack of air. I nodded. I grabbed her left wrist and swept her body up into a sitting position and drew her towards the edge of the desk. I spread her stockinged thighs apart and stepped between them. She squealed and threw her hands around my neck. She squealed again as I grabbed the lacy cups of the satin corset and peeled her tits out of them. I couldn’t believe it. They just heaved out---no sag, no sideways lurch! Her tits just jutted out like two soft balls placed side by side; the same rounded form, the same hardness! They hardly moved----just a slight up and down shake as soon as I freed them from the cups of the corset. Shit, and she had aureoles the size of ashtrays! The nipples themselves were small, sort of lost-looking in those huge fields of pink. I clamped my hands around those solid spheres, bent my head and just buzzed around them, licking and jabbing my tongue over those huge aureoles. Man, squeezing those globes was no easy feat. It was odd. I could hardly dent the flesh with my fingers! Yet I saw no indications, no scars under her boobs and no scars around the nipples. They were actually real! She had not lied after all. Man---this was so fucking weird! I sucked and chewed on her amazing tits for a while, squeezing and mashing the oddly firm and solid flesh with my hands. She squealed like a baby when I pulled on her little nipples. Her tits were too round and too firm to allow any decent tit sucking, and so I had to play with her nipples instead. Lapping and jabbing at them was all I could really do. And so I did that, for a considerable time, too. She moaned and raked her fingernails down my back. I then pushed her back across the table and she fell back with a cry. I grabbed her thighs and thrust my face into her moist beaver. She was a natural blonde and the wispy hairs that surrounded her snatch were as soft as peach fuzz. It was nicely trimmed---a narrow patch that stretched up to her navel. And she had real pink pussy lips, the pinkest I’ve ever seen. The fact that she had given birth numerous times in her life was extremely evident. Her lips were already spread wide so that a gaping, dark hole peered at me. Damn---putting my huge cock in there would be a piece of cake! She shrieked as I began to bombard her wet snatch with quick tongue lashes, and then cried out as my teeth closed around her clit. Oh, she was oozing already! I licked, lapped and chewed her pink folds, then prodded the depth of her cunt with the tip of my tongue. This made her squeal and trash about. I clamped my hands around the silky smooth corset and thrust my face in deep. Her smoky stockings were rubbing the sides of my face and the garter straps flicked my ears like rubber bands. Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 03 She sure tasted pretty good. Nice and sweet and a little tangy. Oh, did I shove my face in there! I clamped my lips around her throbbing pearl and she screeched as I tore it back and forth. While I did this I jabbed the insides with my tongue. This drove her over the edge, and with a loud wail, she began to orgasm. “Yes, Yes! I’m cumming! Oh! Oh!” And she did----drenching my face with sweat tasting pussy juice. It just bubbled out of her, drenching my chin and my nose. I straightened my back and peered at her lying there with her strong legs sticking up in the air. Her pussy was dripping, her body was shaking and those huge tits almost hid her pretty face from view. They were sticking up like pasted-on bowling balls! What a woman indeed! A real, sexed-up bombshell! My cock was rock hard again. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I had this amazing woman naked and squirming before me, this voluptuous teacher who had kept my fantasies alive for so many years. And now I was going to fuck it! What a thrill! I grabbed her stockinged thighs and drew her ass towards the edge of the desk. She was staring at me with wide eyes as I grabbed my cock in my left hand and guided the huge, mushroom-shaped head against her wet folds. “Oh yes!” she moaned and arched her back off the desk. ‘Put it in! Put it in!” I obeyed her. My cock was jerking about with anticipation and I missed her cunt a few times, sort of teasing her with little off-target jabs. She groaned. And then the huge head parted her moist pussy lips and slipped inside her. I didn’t have to prod or corkscrew my way in at all----she just sucked the fat head all the way in! I gazed at her with total amazement----man, this bitch was loose! “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screeched and tried to worm her hips further down on my cock. I grabbed her broad thighs and she screamed as I leaned forward, burying at least eight inches of my huge cock deep inside her with one quick thrust. Man, did my eyes pop! “Oh shit!” she screamed as I sailed into her, ramming against her cervix like a hammer. She may have been loose, but taking a fat cock like mine certainly was no picnic. “Aieee! Aieee!” she howled and stared up at me with astonishment. I must have stretched her wider than ever before! I pulled back and started to pump my cock in and out of her with slow, deliberate thrusts. She wailed and screeched as my solid, thick-as-a-fist cock pounded in and out of her. Her huge, rounded tits actually started to heave up and down with every jab! Oh, she took it with ease! Those pink lips were stretched around my thick cock, flapping and vibrating back and forth with every thrust. Oh! “Yes! Yes!” she screamed and cupped her tits with her hands. She was trashing about from left to right, moaning and panting. “Oh my God! You wonderful boy! Fuck me! Oh God, yes! Fuck me!” Man, did I pound my cock in and out of her. After several minutes of this mad, ceaseless jackhammer fucking, my balls started to swell. We were both sweating and she screamed shrilly as my cock started to swell, too. I leaned forward and gave her one more powerful thrust. And then a torrent of cum burst from my cock, splattering against her cervix. Pftt! Pfft! Pfft! There was no backwash! I had stretched her so wide that I must have flipped back her cervix, allowing my seed to fire right through that tight opening. Oh, I fired my balls dry, right into her womb! She seemed delirious. She was moaning and gasping and clawing at the desk with her long nails. “Oh! Oh!” she groaned. You should have seen the way she was looking at me! It was a look of hunger, passion, ecstasy---you name it. She was far from done! I had probably brought her to the edge of another orgasm and had denied her her release. I grinned at her. “Are you able to endure some more of this?” I asked her. “Are you fit enough? Are you sure you don’t want to take a nap?” She brushed her hair out of her eyes and crawled up into a sitting position. The desk between her thighs immediately gleamed with pussy goo and sperm. She nodded her head wildly. “Oh, damn, yes! You are the most exciting man I’ve ever been with. I want you to fuck me again! And again! Do anything you want----just fuck me!” I nodded. “Good. Get off that desk, turn around and brace yourself against it. Show me that big, broad ass of yours.” She giggled, slid off the desk and did as requested. The garter straps were stretched taut across her broad rump and her pussy gleamed. Pussy goo was bubbling out of that gaping, reddish hole like lava. Man, she had a cunt like the mouth of an octopus! It was opening and closing, the lips jerking back and forth. I grabbed my cock and pushed it against that dark little pussy gap. Her labia immediately stretched wide and she moaned deeply as the gigantic head of my cock slowly wormed its way inside her again. Nice and slow. Three inches slid into her wet snatch. Four inches. Five inches. Six inches. A deep groan and a moan from me. Seven inches. Then the eighth inch slid into her. I had shoved in about the same length I had pounded her with earlier. It was about as far as I could go for I ground against the back of her cunt again, making her cry out with a sharp wail. I was now going to feed all of my twelve inches into her. I grabbed her around the waist, my right hand clamped around that silky blouse that was partially spread across her back, the other firmly grasping the satiny corset. I leaned over her and nibbled on her left ear. “You like my cock inside you?” I mumbled. “Oh yes!” she sighed. “It’s so wonderfully thick. I just love it. Give it to me, boy! Make me cum!” I shook my head and toyed with her earring. “No. Not yet. First I’m going to shove my cock inside you---all of it. Then we fuck.” She cocked her head to the side and gasped. “A-a-all of it? Oh God!” I grabbed hold of her waist, leaned over her and commenced pushing my cock deeper into her. It wasn’t easy for I was up against her cervix and the tightness I encountered there was unbelievable. She shrieked as my cock thrust against it with unrelenting pressure. “Oh my God! Aiee! Oh! Aiee!” I simply continued pushing. The huge, mushroom shaped head was spreading her cunt wider and wider. She whined and mewed like a kitten as the ninth inch ground into her, then grunted deeply as the huge intruder was forcing the cervical ring apart. The tapered head was slowly inching its way through that tight barrier and she began to wail and whimper. I squeezed and massaged her waist in an attempt to have her insides suck me in deeper. It sort of worked----my head was now grinding right through her cervix. Ten inches of solid cock was inside her now. Oh, she suddenly yelped shrilly and clawed at the desk as the rest of my cock slipped into her. I was through! I grabbed her tightly, leaned forward and sank the rest of my twelve inches into her. Oh, she yelped as my cock slid into her womb, my balls slamming against her ass cheeks. I was in---all twelve inches of it! “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she grunted and tossed her blonde head about. “Shit!” She groaned as I slowly with drew about half of my cock. I patted her plump buttocks. “Now we fuck, Victoria.” She shrieked as I began to work my cock in and out of her, each thrust hammering through her cervix, each thrust making my balls slap against her ass as I buried it deep in her womb. “Aiee! Aiee!” she screamed and pounded her fists on the desktop. I started off slow, nice and easy thrusts that made her groan and whimper. I let her feel my whole cock, sliding about half of it in and out of her----withdraw, feed it in again. Withdraw----feed it in again. This slow, relaxed tempo was obviously driving her mad. She began to grunt and moan, emitting deep sighs and sharp wails. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Agh! Agh! Oh! Oh! Agh! Agh!” She came violently with a real sharp cry; then shrieked shrilly as the orgasm swept through her body. I could feel the wetness of her cum juices slosh past my thick cock. Oh, she was thrashing about on the desk, flinging her head about and gasping and grunting. I withdrew my cock from her completely and a torrent of pussy goo was sucked out of her to dribble all over the floor. I walked around her and climbed on top of the desk. She was still leaning against it, lifted her head and stared at me through wet eyes. I smiled at her and laid myself down on the desk. Her eyes were fixed on my rigid pole with disbelief----it was sticking straight up, the twelve-inch rod looking like some kind of pole. “Come on up” I suggested. “You’re going to ride me now.” She straightened slowly and brushed the sweat out of her blue eyes. She clambered on top of her desk and stood astride me. She was small, but in those spiked heels she virtually towered above me. “Take the blouse off, Victoria,” I said. “And tuck those tits back in their cups.” She shrugged off the silk blouse and flung it aside, then flipped the lacy cups back over her massive boobs again. It was indeed a very beautiful corset, sort of virginal looking, all white and shiny, the kind of corset a bride might wear underneath her wedding gown. I just loved the sight of those huge pink nipples glittering and gleaming through the thin, lacy cups. Oh, my cock just twitched at the sight of those rounded globes so tightly packed together by the constraints of the corset. “Good. Take it inside you----all of it.” She made a grunting sound, stepped across me and slowly lowered her hips. I moaned as the head of my cock parted her wet lips again. Slowly she lowered herself onto my rigid pole, sighing and gasping, until her pussy lips were squatting above the base of my cock. You should have seen her eyes! “Good. Now slowly lift your body up. But make sure that the head stays inside you. Then I want you to repeat the maneuver. Yes, that’s right. I want you to ride my entire cock----nice and slow.” She did as requested. My eyes were fixed on those gigantic tits shimmering through the transparent lace. And then she lowered her body again, engulfing my entire cock deep inside her. Oh, what a sensation. She did this for a while, slowly riding my huge cock. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. After a few minutes of this slow, corkscrewing motion, not to mention the sight of those terrific tits, my cock began to pound and swell. “Victoria,” I gasped. She opened her eyes and stared at me. Saliva was dribbling down her chin. Her eyes were glossy----she was lost in a different world. “Do it fast, now. Just slam yourself up and down. Go as fast as you can.” She grunted and lifted herself almost completely off my cock. Then she sort of leaned forward, braced her hands on my stomach and slammed herself down with a sharp cry. Oh, you can’t imagine the feeling of a cock sliding all the way through that wet pussy! And then she lifted her self off again and began to rock her knees, slamming herself rapidly up and down on my cock. Her whole body shook. The blonde curls shook and flounced. The necklace flew about her throat and bounced off her huge boobs. The white garter straps tensed and flexed across her strong thighs. With the last mad thrust her tits heaved themselves out of the cups. Man, it was just great. She was screaming now, sharp little cries that echoed through the room like a siren. “Ai! Aieee! Ai! Aieee!” Each rapid thrust of her hips sent my fat cock pounding through her cervix. She was so loose now that I was sliding through her like butter! Two, three more titanic thrusts and my cock exploded. I leaned forward, grabbed her and slammed her down with a bone-crunching thud and pinned her against me. I fired my seed deep inside her womb, each massive ejaculation bouncing of her tender walls. She shrieked and howled----I grunted like a moose as I emptied my balls right into her ovaries. Again and again----I must have fired off at least half a gallon inside her. She collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a while panting. Then I pushed her off me. ”Get dressed, Victoria. It’s over. Clean up your desk, sit down and count to one hundred. You will remember nothing.” And then I left, satisfied that I had finally been able to screw the daylights out of this fantastic woman. Oh, what a memory! Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 04 The Haroun family had moved into town when I was a ten-year-old boy. They were Coptic Arabs from Syria and the wife, a tiny yet voluptuous dark-mahogany-haired creature, had to be the most beautiful woman I'd ever come across. For a ten-year old to acknowledge this spoke volumes for her beauty! Oh, she was a looker all right. As we had very few ethnic people in our community, Lena's obvious exotic beauty and muddy skin tones, not to mention her heavy accent added to her popularity. Lena Soraya Haroun was about five-foot-three with an extremely slender 95lb, 32-22-32 figure much enhanced by a flat tummy, firm and rounded buttocks and a set of forward-piercing titties that always looked like they were about to launch into orbit. She definitely wasn't overly endowed, but those high chested and ultra perky tits would heave forward like torpedoes no matter what she wore, leaving you with no doubt that she had the firmest and ripest set of hoots you just wanted to suckle on.. For a forty-two year old, Lena had a firm and supple body that of a teenager. It was only when you gazed at her closely that you noticed the telltale signs of her true age. She had a very beautiful, exotic face with dark feline eyes, small hook nose, a thick-lipped and very kissable mouth and a head full of dark hair with a tint of mahogany that fell about her slim shoulders in a mass of waves and curls. If that wasn't enough to make a man drool, she had to prance about with the most figure enhancing and ultra revealing clothes imaginable, and that always with spiked heels so that she seemed taller and even slimmer. Talk about flamboyant and flashy----she dressed like a fuckin' tart every time! I'm talking ultra tight mini skirts with stretch tops that clung to her like a second skin and amplified the thrust of her tits; or tight leather pants with the finest silk blouses unbuttoned so low that you got to see more than a man ought to. Man, seeing that amazing cleavage with those pointy rockets cradled in a lacy bra was enough to give you an immediate hard-on! And the makeup was always caked on, too, lots of it, with dark mascara emphasizing her feline eyes. Her ears, throat and hands were always adorned with glittering jewelry. Man, she looked like Paula Abdul's fuckin' aunt! Arif Mamood Haroun, the husband, was a civil engineer. He was certainly one of the wealthiest men in our community and she had nothing better to do than to blow his hard-earned cash on clothes, cosmetics and jewelry. The Haroun's had a huge spread on the outskirts of town complete with an Olympic-sized in-ground swimming pool and adjoining tennis court. They had two sons, one about the same age as I, the other a seventeen year old. As soon as they had moved in I had latched myself to their eldest kid. I didn't like him too much, but pretending to be his friend had its perks. I was able to play with his terrific toys, swim in his pool and best of all----be around his hot mom all the time. When I was ten I merely thought she was pretty---when I reached thirteen and interested in discovering sex, I wanted it desperately to be with her! The sight of those perky mounds inside the cups of her bikini top while we lounged about the pool, or staring into her cleavage when she bent forward to pour you a glass of milk gave me constant boners. Can you imagine what this does to a hormone-overloaded teen? Oh yeah! As soon as I had discovered the joys of masturbation, Lena Haroun became a nightly favorite. I would jerk my cock to a pulp and shoot off loads voluminous to drown a rat in! Oh, how I wanted to get my hands on her! I dreamt of her for twelve years. Naturally other women started to interest me, but my thoughts always returned to Lena. What a woman---what a body! The day I had created my original list I had been undecided whether or not I should have a crack at her first. But in the end I opted for the more voluptuous body proportions of our college administrator, Hyacinthe, whose huge pendulous jugs had held me spellbound for years. Naturally Lena was ten times sexier, but Hyacinthe's hefty tits and her overall frumpish and virginal demeanor won me over. (Read part 2) And more importantly, Lena was rarely alone. Her two sons were always hanging about. I certainly had to wait a considerable time before I was able to make a move on her. I was getting terribly horny and three weeks went by while I waited for an opportune time and I was getting impatient. Man, was I horny. In the end I decided to pay a visit to our school teacher, that small and plumpish sex kitten with the huge boobs. (Read part 3) But then a load of luck came my way. Lena was available! Her husband had broken his hip during a fall from a ladder and was in the hospital. He'd be there for another month or so. And their two kids, Selim and Karim, were leaving for Damascus to visit their relatives for the summer. Oh, she was finally mine! I had to endure twelve years of agony----oh, she was definitely going to get the works! All fucking night and then some! The flight to Syria was scheduled for Friday afternoon. Lena didn't have a license and so I graciously offered to drive them to the airport. Man, you should have seen the looks she got as we walked through the departure zone. She was all tarted up in a black semi see-through fishnet stretch tank top that allowed everyone to see the cups of her dark bra and those firm teats sticking out like light bulbs. Not only that, but she had put on a tight white and black zebra-stripe miniskirt that hugged her slim hips like saran wrap and a pair of ultra high white stiletto heels with black bows. Her dark, reddish tinted ponytail flounced to and fro across her shoulders in time with the chiming of her several bracelets and loop earrings. Rings sparkled on every finger and a pair of designer sunglasses sat perched high up on her forehead. Man, we looked like three young guys who had picked up a hooker somewhere! Which was the only weird thing about her: she looked and dressed like a tart---but that was about it. If any man ventured to make a pass at her she would screech something awful, let me tell you. Most of it in unintelligible Arabic! Oh, she enjoyed flaunting it but most definitely didn't sell it! She was a real piece of work, a one hundred percent tease! We chatted a bit on the drive home. It was always awkward trying to communicate with her as she had little interest in learning the English language properly. She spoke with gestures instead and a lot of body language, and if she did speak to you, it was rather difficult to decipher her heavily accented gibberish. And vice versa. If you said something, she'd make a face, lean in close and ask you to repeat it. It required a lot of patience. I pulled in to their large driveway, got out and opened the door for her. She unfolded her long legs, placed her high heels on the ground one at a time and slowly eased herself out. The sight of that padded push-up bra thrusting through the stretch top like large turnips gave me an immediate erection. Man, those perky tits hardly shook as she straightened! She smiled, brushed the tight skirt smooth with the palm of her hands (although it was quite unnecessary since it was glued on) and brushed past me, hips swinging. Damn! It was six-thirty in the afternoon and the sun was still scorching hot. She stopped at the foot of the car and blinked her eyelashes. "Is hot, no? You vant coke?" I nodded. "Yes, thank you." I followed her through the house and into the kitchen, marveling the exciting swing of her hips. I don't know how women can actually walk in those ridiculous high heels, but Lena was one of those who had mastered it. Not once did she slip or teeter. Those four-inch stiletto heels made those slim legs even slimmer looking and greatly increased her overall height. Even in heels, though, I still towered above her by at least a foot and out-weighed her by a good seventy pounds. I was a big boy. She was soon going to find out just how big! She opened the fridge and handed me a can of coke. Our fingers brushed. She smiled and said: "I happy you Selim friend. You good boy. I am thanking you for help you giving." I smiled thinly and eyed her cone-shaped knockers. "No problem. The pleasure is all mine. But I'm far from being a boy. I'm twenty-three. I'm a man now. And I don't think that a mere 'thank-you' and a coke is good enough to repay my kindness. You can do better. Much better." Any other woman would have picked up on my suggestion immediately and would have slapped me across the face. But Lena, true to form, didn't get it. "Oh?" She cocked her head and brushed the long tail over her shoulders with a flick of the wrist. The rings on her fingers sparkled. "What you saying? Repeat please." It was a normal reaction on her part---half of the stuff you usually said to her resulted in a perplexed frown. I smiled at her. "Sorry," I said. "I will speak slowly. Listen carefully." She nodded and stared at me with anticipation. I stared at her for several seconds. I let the Evil Eye kick in until her dark, cat-like eyes took on that frosty, stoned-looking glare. She was hypnotized! She just stood there clutching her coke and staring right through me as if I wasn't there. That look always gave me the creeps. She was an Arab, I thought. Why not have her dress like one? "You are a slave girl," I said slowly and carefully so that she'd understand. "Your purpose in life is to pleasure men. You are mine now and you will please me tonight. Do you understand?" She blinked her heavily mascara-coated eyelashes for a second or so. Then she suddenly dropped the can of coke, slithered to the floor and knelt before me with her head hung low and her hands clasped behind her in a classic pose of slave submission. Then she babbled something, bent her head forward and kissed the tip of my shoes. Whoa! That floored me. I glanced at my watch. "I will return at nine o'clock tonight," I said. She was still kneeling with her head at my feet. "You have about three hours. Wash and perfume yourself. And dress yourself accordingly----remember that you are a pleasure slave. Do you know what to do?" She nodded and the ponytail bounced. I took her keys from the kitchen counter and pocketed them. "Do not open the door. Do not let anyone in. Wait for me in your bedroom. No light----just lots of candles. I will join you later." I turned and left her there kneeling on the kitchen floor. I had supper with my parents. I told them that there was a big bash down in Hawkins Junction and that I'd be gone the whole weekend, spending Sunday there to sweat off the booze. Feeding them this kin of gibberish, especially about not driving while hammered, prevented a whole slew of questions. As long as they thought I was being responsible it didn't seem to matter what I did. Having thus established an alibi, I was now able to spend the whole weekend screwing that Arabic tart silly. Two hours later I parked the truck behind the Haroun's large two-door garage, a secure place hidden by huge drooping willows, and made my way past the tennis court and pool towards the house. My precautions were quite unnecessary as the nearest neighbor was miles away. The house was dark except for a glimmer of light from one of the upstairs windows. That had to be Lena's bedroom. I stepped up to the front door and withdrew the keys from my pocket. The porch was unlit and I fumbled with the strange door as I tried to fit the wrong key in the lock. After the fourth try the door slid open. I climbed up the long staircase. There was some light seeping under a door at the end of the long hall. I opened the door quietly, stepped inside and closed it behind me. The room was fairly dim as it was lit only be a few candles. Shadows bounced off the walls. A huge brass bed complete with black and gold-tasseled canopy supported on four ornamented brass poles stood in the center of the room. Purple-colored see-through gauze material hung from both sides down to the floor, tied to the posts like curtains. The bed itself was covered with purple satin sheets and gold-trimmed throw pillows. On the other side, guarded by a gigantic potted plant, stood a purple-colored Futon and several ottomans with gold trim. A pile carpet thick enough to loose a shoe in lay before the Futon. It was black and trimmed with gold. In fact the whole room consisted of three colors: purple, black and gold. She was nowhere to be seen. I clapped my hands. "Slave! Come join your master!" With a click of heels and the swish of silk Lena Soraya Haroun came traipsing out of the adjoining powder room. She stepped up to the bed, clasped her arms behind her and lowered her head. Oh, I nearly flipped at the sight before me. She was wearing a waxy-looking, purple-colored and slightly padded demi-shelf bra with the upper cups trimmed with black lace. The damn bra was jacked up so high, almost under the elbows, that her tits heaved out and forward like torpedoes. The cleavage thus presented was awesome. A matching high-cut bikini brief was stretched taut across her slim hips. A thin and diaphanous peel-apart skirt hung from her hips down to the tips of her silver open-toe high heels. She certainly was handy with a sewing machine, for she must have cut up one of her negligees or peignoirs in order to create this filmy apparel. To back-up my assumptions, a veil of the exact color and material hung from her ears. It was much lighter in color than the bra and bikini, a sort of mauve or light violet. Needless to say, the sight of her slim legs shimmering through the transparent material was quite exciting. And as always, every part of her slim body was decorated with jewelry in every shape and form. This time though, she'd put on her entire collection! It was all pure gold and it shimmered and sparkled in the dim light. Multiple slivers hung from her ears; a spider web necklace hung from her throat and a loop chain with dangling beads was slung around her hips. Her slim wrists and fingers glittered with bracelets and rings of various shape and design. She'd even opted to put on thin ankle bracelets on both feet. A beautiful and very Arabic, multiple-beaded golden tiara-like headpiece hung from her forehead. And she'd put on loads of makeup, especially that proverbial charcoal-colored mascara to highlight the eyes. She looked like fuckin' Cleopatra! She stood there by the foot of the bed, staring emptily at floor. She seemed somewhat dazed. I stepped up to her and slowly walked around her, marveling her entire body. I was six-foot-two and although her stiletto heels increased her height by several inches, her small body still barely reached the height of my shoulders. I stepped up behind her and gently slipped my arms around her. She emitted a slight moan as she felt my hands on her body. I caressed her flat buttocks and her firm hips through the thin film of the skirt, then slid my hands forward to gently rub her stomach so that the loop chain with the multiple beads tinkled like breaking glass. I clutched her against me tight and wrapped my arms around her. "You like a man's touch, eh," I murmured as I nuzzled my face in the nape of her neck. All she did was moan softly. The long, dark waves of thick hair was smooth and silky soft and smelled of jasmine. When I brushed through the mane to nuzzle her check the perfume she had doused herself with made me dizzy. With the exception of an occasional quick, embarrassed hug experienced during birthdays and Christmas time, it was the first time that I lingered in her arms for more than a fleeting second. I could have held her like that for hours! Man, my cock twitched. This exotic tart was driving me insane with desire. I slid my hands up her body then and cupped the tits I'd been dreaming of for so many years. The female body, not to mention the entire sexual act, was no longer alien to me, but for some odd reason my whole body felt as if it was on fire. Every nerve in my body tingled. My twelve-inch rod immediately jerked forward, stretching out to its maximum length and stiffness as soon as I slid my hands across her tits. It just grew solid within a mere second and whacked her in the back like a sledgehammer. She stiffened and cocked her head to the side to stare at me with a dazed expression. Having it bent up like that and crushed against her was annoying, and so I bent at the hips and slid it slid between her legs, pushing the thin skirt right between her thighs to emerge in front of her. A sane woman would have cried out at the sight of my huge cock slithering between her thighs like a one-eyed snake, shocked at its tremendous size, but Lena didn't utter a sound. Having to bend down behind her small body was awkward too, and so I lifted her up and plopped her knees up onto the edge of the bed, using my stiff cock like a lever to push her off the floor. I cupped her tits again, peered over her shoulder and gazed into her cleavage. Man, did those perky mounds push outward like slim missiles. I was utterly fascinated. Overcome by curiosity, I teased the small bra label out from her tight back band, bent my head down and peered at it. 32DD the label said. By jacking her bras up high, those slim, conical torpedoes were lifted up and thrust outwards, giving them that amazing forward piercing appearance and that deep cleavage I had come to admire over the years. It certainly made her tits seem twice as large! "Your breasts fascinate me, slave," I murmured into her ear. My breath made the thin veil flutter like a curtain in the breeze. The slivers of gold dangling from her ear chimed softly. I crushed her tits and she squeaked softly, emitting a sort of protesting cat-like meow when I slipped my fingers forward to pinch her nipples. "O---ooh!" I grabbed her slender wrist then and pulled her gently off the bed. She slithered a bit on her high heels and I had to steady her as she stumbled against my stiff cock. Her long hair bounced about her slim shoulders and the numerous items of jewelry chimed and tinkled. She giggled. I took her hand and paraded her slowly towards the Futon. I turned her around and gently sat her down on it. Wordlessly she curled her shapely legs underneath her and leaned back against the firm cushions, presenting me with a terrific view of her splendid bust. The lace-lined purple bra was so damn tight that her plump tits hardly moved as she draped an arm lazily across the top of the padded cushion. Talk about a half-naked Cleopatra lying provocatively on her side, coquettishly inviting Caesar to join her. It was like watching a damn movie! I fell down beside her and drew her against me with my left arm so that her head lay against my left shoulder. With the right hand I gently peeled the thin veil off her ears one at a time and draped it across the back of the cushion. With groan I crushed my mouth on hers. She whimpered and pushed herself against me. Man, did we hungrily devour each other, let me tell you. We did more than exchange mere, passionate kisses: we tongued each other like crazy, slapping our tongues in and out and against each other. In a sick sort of way we were almost cleansing each other's teeth! I closed my teeth around her lower lip and pulled it teasingly back and forth while she moaned and pawed my back with her long nails. I have never kissed a woman like that before----it was wild! She probably had expected that I'd simply throw her down and have my way with her. The loving and caring attentions I bestowed on her took her by surprise. She sighed deeply and contentedly. After several minutes of this frenzied oral action I started to lick and peck at her chin and throat; then worked my gentle kisses down the front of her body. She leaned her head back and moaned softly when I cupped her tits and buried my face in her abundant cleavage. The spider net necklace that dangled low between her tits was sort of in the way, but the titillating scent of the perfume she had sprayed in her cleavage was driving me bonkers so that I simply could not refrain from nuzzling my face in there. I spent a few minutes kissing and licking the warm, soft flesh all over and toying with the shiny necklace. She especially liked the way I slid my tongue along the laced trim of her bra cups and would emit an aroused squeak whenever my tongue slipped under the lacy cups to poke and tease at the circumference of her nipples. Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 04 I crawled astride her, slipped my hands behind her and unhooked the bra. She stared at me through frosty eyes as I slowly peeled the purple bra off her tits. I let it drop and gazed at what I had exposed with awe. She had wonderful semi-dangling torpedo-shaped tits, hefty and pointy-tipped with puffy, cotton ball-sized nipples. Shit! You can imagine how quickly I popped one into my mouth. I didn't even have to strain my mouth---they were so damn pointy that I was able to shove her entire tit into my hungry mouth! Talk about having suckable teats! Jesus! These were utterly fantastic. She groaned as I crazily fed on her tits. I moved from tit to tit, sucking, licking and nibbling at those perky nipples like a man possessed. I would pop one pointy tit in my mouth and bob my head madly up and down, sucking and pumping on it like mad, creating loud slurping sounds in the process. This naturally made her squeal. I cupped her right tit then with both hands and squeezed the tip of it out between my fingers, cupping it so until all I saw was that muddy-colored nipple sticking out like a golf ball. I licked and flicked it with my tongue and she moaned and groaned. She suddenly squeaked as she felt my teeth close around her knobby nipple. I jerked it back and forth and she howled and squealed and curled her fingers in my hair. "Ooh! Ooh!" Her cries were not cries of pain but of unadulterated arousal. I repeatedly flicked it with my tongue, whipping it around; then teasingly yanked on it again so that she cried out sharply. Then I attacked the other nipple, teasing and nibbling on it until she flopped about the Futon like a fish out of water. "A-agh! A-agh!" I knelt back a bit and grabbed her pointy nipples with my fingers and started yanking them about, pulling and tearing at them like a lunatic. I rolled her tits in the palm of my hands and massaged the bouncy flesh while I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. You should have seen how her nipples responded to that kind of attention! Within seconds her already puffy nipples twitched and bounced about until they were sticking out like damn grapes! Man, this woman had the most utterly, amazing tits! Needless to say, I threw myself between them again and sucked and lapped at them until her tits glowed like embers. I went totally berserk on those glorious tits, spending what seemed like on hour kissing, nibbling and chewing on them. I wasn't sure, but her heavy panting and wide-eyed look seemed to me as if I'd made her cum. Her tits shook and her nipples quivered like antennae. I didn't give her a chance to regain her breath. I crawled off her, parted the filmy peel-apart skirt with one fluid motion and draped it across her thighs. The loop chain chimed as it was pushed up to her navel. I slid my hands into the purple satiny bikini and quickly tugged it off her buttocks. She gasped and curled her fingers into the skirt, keeping it spread open for me. I worked the panty down her legs, pulled it off her high-heeled feet and tossed it aside. She had come all right----it was quite drenched with pussy goo. Her heels scraped across the carpet with a dull swoosh as she wordlessly drew in her knees, spreading her legs wide and exposing her naked crotch to me. I stared at it with astonishment. She hardly had any labia---just a sort of gash-like opening surrounded by a dark thatch of fuzzy hair. Her cunt seemed awfully small and baby-like compared to wait I've come across so far. Damn---how was I going to get my monstrous cock inside that? She was certainly wet, though. A closer look revealed large goblets of goo bubbling out of that small gash like K-Y jelly oozing out of a tube. The strong odor suddenly emanating from her floored me, too. None of the woman I'd fucked so far had emitted such overbearing pheromones before. Jesus! It was so strong that I couldn't even smell her perfume! I had to shake my head to clear the fuzziness----I felt almost stoned. I fell to my knees and kissed my way along her thighs towards her exposed crotch. She moaned softly and arched her back and lifted her crotch to me. Within seconds I had my face buried in her fuzzy snatch. The smell might have been one of the most intoxicating I have ever sensed, but the taste of her juices drove me over the edge. I groaned as I lapped at the sticky goo. Oh, she had to have the tastiest cunt I'd yet come across. The taste was simply indescribable. I lifted her ass high off the Futon and thrust my face deep in her cunt. Her legs dangled in the air and she squealed like a piglet as I licked, lapped and tongued her narrow gash. I closed my mouth over her entire cunt and sucked and slobbered on it, licking and jabbing at her clitoris that was throbbing there like a fat raisin. She screamed when I clamped my teeth around it and yanked it around, howled and screeched like an infant as I bombarded it with quick tongue lashes. I clapped my hands around her mound and slowly forced the narrow gash apart. The elasticity of her cunt utterly amazed me---I was now peering into a dark, two-inch round hole! I poked around in it with my thumbs, tickling her insides and she squealed and screeched. I pulled my head back and watched with amazement as large amounts of sticky goo came bubbling out of her. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned and tossed her head about, flinging the long black hair back and forth across the Futon. The jewelry chimed. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her body high off the Futon so that her legs dangled in midair. I held her tight and jabbed and poked away at her rubbery gash, bombarding her clit with rapid tongue lashes. Lena was definitely a very verbal lover. She howled, screeched and shrieked like a banshee and threw her body around so much that I had difficulties keeping my mouth fastened on her crotch. Her plump, torpedo-shaped tits were sloshing about and the numerous jewelry chimed and rang as she flung her head about and clawed at the Futon. "Ai! Ai! Ai-eeee! Ai! Ai! Ai-eee!' She certainly experienced several earth-shattering orgasms, one after the other until she just laid there panting and moaning softly. I gently licked at her crotch for a few more minutes, lapping up the sweet juices that had come squirting out from her. I released her and let her legs plop back down on the Futon. She stared at me wide-eyed as I wiped the goo off my face with a forearm. I crawled onto the Futon beside her and prodded her lovely face with the tip of my cock. I just let the huge twelve-inch rod dangle there in front of her and gazed down at her. "You know what to do, slave." She slid onto her knees before me and her dangling tits sloshed from side to side. She brushed the long mane out of her face and gingerly reached out a faltering hand. She could hardly get it around the shaft of my huge cock and she stared at it with glazed eyes. Tingles ran down my spine as she began to stroke it, running her small hand up and down the entire length. Tenderly at first; then quicker and firmer so that the bracelets on her wrist chimed and rang. Each time her hand jumped over the crown I couldn't help but groan as her fingers brushed the sensitive skin. Her numerous rings really scraped along my shaft like razors and I jerked my cock out of her hand. "Easy," I groaned. "Watch those rings." "Yes, master." She began to play with my cock, running her teasing tongue all around the fat, mushroom-shaped head. Oh, that felt good! Her small tongue darted out and lapped at the pre cum that was oozing from my head. Then she cocked her head and licked all along the entire shaft. The earrings chimed from side to side and the headpiece on her forehead sparkled. She then grabbed my cock with both hands and her tits shook about as she inched closer. She opened her red-lipped mouth wide and slowly fed the large avocado-shaped head into her mouth. The large head alone filled her mouth completely and her eyes widened with surprise. But, oh, did she try to feed it in! She closed her mouth around it then and sucked and slobbered on the sensitive head, compressing her lips tightly around it to pull off with a loud slurp. Damn! She fed it in again and I gazed down at her as more and more of my huge cock disappeared inside her. She did it slow, too. Four inches. Five. She couldn't take anymore than that. She stopped and began to work her head up and down on it, earrings and bracelets ringing and tinkling. Oh, did I groan! "More, slave," I groaned at her and sank my hands into her hair. She made a gurgling sound, pulled off me and stared at me with a mesmerized expression. I lifted her head and glared at her. "Swallow my cock completely. All of it----or I will beat you." She emitted a strange sob. She opened her red-lipped mouth again and slowly fed my cock inside her mouth. She slipped in the very same five inches and groaned as it whacked the back of her throat. I could hear the snorting intake of breath as she breathed air through her nostrils. She slid up onto her heels and I could see her eyes pop as she tried to take more cock down her throat. Her nails dug into my ass as she clutched me closer. Man, was that beautiful mouth stretched wide! She slowly pushed her head down onto my gigantic rod, forcing more of it down. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as the fat head thudded past her larynx and worked its way down her esophagus. She could hardly breathe and her face started to turn blue. She was certainly afraid of the beating I had threatened her with and tried her damndest to feed my huge cock into her mouth, regardless of the discomfort and the lack of air. I pulled her head off my cock and allowed her to breathe. I grinned as she drew in a lungful of air with loud gasps. "Try it again," I said. "You're wasting too much time. You can't breathe like that. Just shove it in." "Oh!" She played with it again, sucking and slobbering on the first few inches while she tried to build up enough confidence. The earrings chimed as her head bobbed up and down. Then she sucked in some air, opened her mouth wide and impaled eight inches of my cock with one, deft swoop. I groaned as her tight mouth slid along my shaft. She pulled off and rammed it in again, this time managing to take nine inches deep inside her. She began to pump it like that, sucking and working a third of my cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her lips were stretched beyond belief as her pretty head bobbed up and down. It was enough----no woman could swallow that much cock. My mom had taken about ten inches and it had blown my mind. But no matter how much I tried I couldn't get more than nine inches down Lena's throat without causing considerable pain and discomfort. I wanted to fuck and toy with her, not kill her! It didn't take long. Her pretty mouth was so tightly clamped around my shaft that within minutes my balls started to swell. I groaned and curled my fingers into her woolly hair and guided her head back and forth. This was it! I felt the blood rush through my veins and with a deep groan fired a voluminous load down her throat. Oh man! Did it come shooting out! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! It cannoned off the roof of her mouth and slithered down her esophagus, and she emitted a startled coughing sound as the slimy substance completely filled her mouth. She pushed herself off and the goo dribbled down her chin to splatter on the Futon. I plopped her down on all fours and slid behind her. She groaned as I swept the thin film of her harem skirt up over her ass, exposing her dripping gash. I rose to my feet, spread her legs a little and prodded her wet hole with the tip of my cock. She squealed as she felt it thump against her. "Oooh". I held my gigantic twelve-inch pole in one hand and teased her with it, pushing and sliding the fat head up and across her moist gash. She liked that and arched her head back so that the earrings chimed. I lined it up and slowly wormed the large, mushroom-shaped head into her. It was as big as a fist and she groaned as it spread her small pussy lips wider and wider. She was damn tight, let me tell you, so tight that it made me sweat. Man, did I have to jab and prod her----it just wouldn't want to sink in! Thankfully her small gash was wet, creating a natural, dripping lubricant. I pushed and prodded some more and slowly the head began to slide in. She groaned and clawed at the Futon as the head disappeared completely inside her with a loud popping sound. I was in! I began to work my cock in deeper, one inch at a time. Two inches; three. She howled and shrieked as my massive cock split her open, stretching her insides wider than she'd ever experienced. I clamped my hands around her small buttocks and started to slowly rock my cock in and out of her with small jabs, spreading her wider and wider. Four inches thudded into her. Then five. Oh, she squealed and screeched as the sixth inch worked its way deep inside her. She was already making the loudest racket ever------and I still had another six inches to go! "Eiiii! Eiiii! Eiiii!" She screeched like a piglet and threw her head about, flinging the dark mane from side to side so that her earrings chimed the loudest ever. I just pushed and jabbed into her, thudding deeper into her with every jab. Seven inches thudded into her and she grunted and squawked like a seagull. "A-agh! A-agh!" I leaned forward, cupped her titties and milked and squeezed them while I pushed deeper into her. Eight inches slid in and she howled. With the ninth inch I was up against the deepest part of Lena's tight cunt, right up against the cervical ring. Man, did she shriek as my cock thudded against it! For the time being I was in deep enough. I withdrew slowly----then rammed it in, sinking those nine inches right through her cunt with one forceful push. She emitted a loud shriek that ended in an odd, stammering grunt: "Eiiii---oh-a-agh-ah-ah!" and banged her clenched fists on the Futon's rubbery padding. I did it again. The fat, fist-shaped head just thudded through her like a ram. "Agh!" I did it again and again, pulling my cock out until just the head was lodged inside her only the heave it back in with all my might. "Yeah, take it, you teasing bitch!" I grunted at her through clenched teeth. "I'm going to fuck you raw!" I let her have it then. I fucked this amazingly sexy Arabic woman who had teased and taunted me with her luscious body for so many years with all the pent up fury I could muster. I hammered my cock in and out of her, sliding those nine inches back and forth with quick, powerful thrusts. Her tits sloshed from side to side, her knees bounced on the Futon and the jewelry chimed as I hammered my huge cock in and out of her with deep, purposeful strokes. I clamped my hands around her small waist and guided her body up and down my shaft, sliding her hot cunt along three quarters of my cock. Each time my cock thudded deep into her, the fat, mushroom-shaped head thudded against her cervix, stretching the ring of muscle there wide apart. A half a dozen more thrusts and with a deep groan I emptied my balls deep inside her. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! It wouldn't stop----I must have spewed a cup full of sperm inside her! And oddly enough there was no backwash----my loads fired right through the narrow cervical opening and she shrieked as she felt it bounce off the soft lining of her womb, each voluminous ejaculation stinging her there like bee stings. "Agh! Agh! Agh!" I pulled my cock out with a loud, sloppy popping sound and the woman collapsed on the Futon, gasping and panting. She rolled onto her side and stared at my cock with wide eyes. Sperm was dripping off my cock like a leaking faucet, splattering the thick carpet. I smiled down at her as she lay there all curled up like an infant, her eyes fixed on the gigantic cock sticking out from me like a pole. The harem outfit had been totally amazing. She was certainly the sexiest creature I'd yet laid eyes upon. Forty-two years old and not a mark on her! It had been a wild fuck. But now I wanted to screw the 'real' Lena Haroun. I wanted her in those provocative clothes she had teased me with for so long. She would still believe that she was a sex slave, but she was going to have to put on the clothes of a 'modern-day' woman. "Remove the skirt and the crown, slave," I ordered. "I want you completely naked." The woman rose slowly and removed the gold Egyptian headpiece and the spider net necklace. Then she fumbled with the skirt. I left her and entered the adjoining washroom. The black stretch-lace T-shirt and the white zebra-striped miniskirt were lying on top of the toilet. I picked them up, ignoring the black push-up bra and the satin panties. I didn't need any underwear to get in the way. I also grabbed a jar of Vaseline and returned to the bedroom. She was standing at the foot of the bed. She was naked except for the high heels and the numerous jewelry. What a sight. Those perky, torpedo-shaped tits were simply glowing, the nipples large and a bit swollen. Pussy goo glistened like dewdrops in the dark thatch above her cunt. I tossed the clothes at her. "Here. Put this on." She nodded. While she dressed I rummaged through her closets until I had found what I thought to be an outfit that best suited the 'real' classy Lena. I remembered it well. The day I'd seen her in it I had almost lost a load. It was a thin, white chiffon dress with fluffy sleeves that had a blouse-like top with a wide-flowing, slightly pleated skirt. It was a real loose, filmy and light summer dress, expensive and very feminine. I hung that across the brass bar of the headboard and clambered up onto the purple, satin sheets of the bed. "Come here, slave." Man, did she look hot in that stretch top and tight miniskirt. Because she was bra-less her tits did not heave outwards like stiff cones as usual, the tight top flattening the round mounds a little. Her swollen nipples nonetheless thrust against the loose fishnet top, parting the strands so that the red tips poked through like buttons. Ooh, that was wild! "Lie down on your back." Lena nodded and flopped down on the bed. I crawled up on top of her, straddling her, and cupped those round mounds in my hands. She squealed as I began to squeeze and maul them right through the stretch top. I rolled her perky nipples between my thumbs, pulled at yanked on them and generally mashed the daylights out of her plump tits. I tore them to the left and I tore them to the right. I really sank my fingers into that soft flesh and squeezed and compressed them, and lo and behold her perky nipples twitched, growing by the second until they came bursting through the loose mesh. Oh, did I clamp my teeth on those and pull them through completely until they were sticking out like little fingers! Oh, how kinky! I nibbled and licked at them and she cried out sharply. Man, they were the size of friggin' grapes! I must have spent at least ten minutes yanking and chewing on them with my teeth until they glowed like embers. I peeled the elastic top up around her throat, exposing her tits and she squealed as her sore nipples were ripped out of the mesh. Her boobs bounced once they were freed. I buried my face in her cleavage and licked and lapped at her perky mounds. She squealed and clawed at my back as I popped her left tit deep into my mouth and sucked and sucked on it. Oh, her tits just fascinated me. They were so slim and banana-shaped that I could shove an entire tit deep into my mouth. Which I did. I sucked, kissed, licked and lapped at her two beautiful tits for a long, long time. Fist she squealed and clawed at my back. But I did not let up. I actually intensified my attack. She stopped shrieking then and simply laid there and moaned softly, emitting soft squeaks whenever my teeth nibbled on her swollen nipples. She came about two times, too, emitting high-pitched squeals and drawing blood as her nails dug into the skin on my back. Your Mom Is Next! Ch. 04 I rolled off her and fell beside her with a groan. I grabbed the tight miniskirt and inched it up her slender thighs until I had it wrapped around her small waist. I crawled up close to her, lifted her left leg and slowly guided my aching cock against her wet hole. I hugged her against me, cradling her head against my shoulder while I kissed and chewed on her throat and neck. Slowly I wormed my throbbing cock into her tight gash an inch at a time, nice and slow, and she moaned and groaned as the huge cock split her wide open again. I continued feeding it into her until the fat head bumped up against her cervix again. She emitted a sharp cry as it thudded against her tight cervical ring like a battering ram. I stopped, cupped her tits and licked at her throat. "Here we go, sweetheart," I mumbled into her thick, dark hair. "All the way in. You're going to like this!' She groaned. "Oh, master! No! No! Is too big! Please!" "Ssh. Relax----we've got all the time in the world. We'll do it nice and slow. Don't worry." I turned her chin and planted a kiss on her rosy red lips. She moaned as my tongue found hers. "Don't fight it," I mumbled as I kissed her. "Relax your body." I kissed her deeply and pushed my cock into her. She groaned. I forced my mouth tightly down on hers and her cries died in my throat. I pushed into her slowly yet forcibly. The fat, fist-like head of my cock relentlessly ground against her cervix, slowly stretching the muscles of her cervical sphincter wider and wider. I could hear her bones squeak and grind in protest. But I did it slow, pushing and prodding her with hard, rocking jabs. Several minutes later I could feel the head of my cock slipping deeper into her and slightly increased the force of my forward thrust. And then, with an odd grinding sound, the head of my cock slipped through the tight ring and sank into nothingness. I was through----I had fed in all twelve inches of my huge cock whose head was now buried deep inside her womb. I pulled my cock out slowly and she howled and tore at the bed sheets as my thick cock came tearing through her cervix with a loud rendering pop. I left my cock lodged against her cervix a few seconds while I tenderly stroked her hair. Then I rammed it in again, crushing through her cervix like a battering ram. In and out I shoved it, riding the tip of my cock relentlessly through her cervix. She squealed and shrieked like a piglet, threw her head from side to side and rolled her eyes about as I fucked her with my massive cock "Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai! Ai!" Oh, did I fuck her! Nice and slow, too, riding it in and out of her with soft backwards and forward thrusts that made the bed springs squeak. After the tenth shove forward she suddenly thrust herself against me and shrieked like mad. Oh, did she orgasm! Loud and violently, too! "Eiiii! Eiiii! A-a-a-agh! Eiiii! Eiiii!" I could actually feel her pussy juice slosh down along my shaft, a feeling I'd never experienced before. It was gushing past my cock like a rushing river! I pulled the entire twelve inches out of her slowly and she moaned deeply as the fat head plopped out, creating loud sucking sounds as her pussy lips slammed shut. Lena stared at me wide-eyed, panting and wheezing, her plump titties heaving up and down with every erratic breath. "Oh my God!" she breathed at me and brushed the dark mane out of her eyes. Pussy juice bubbled incessantly out of her small gash like an erupting volcano, sometimes squirting, sometimes just plain dribbling. The purple satin bed sheet underneath us became instantly stained as a huge puddle formed there. I positioned myself between her, spread her thighs wide and wrapped her slim legs across my shoulders. Her juicy cunt just glistened. With a groan I drove forward, slamming the entire twelve-inch rod in to the hilt so that our bodies collided with a crunch. She squealed as the huge cock thudded through her like a baseball bat. I pulled out until only the head lay lodged inside her and drove forward again, burying my cock deep into her womb. Oh, did she shriek! "Eiiii! A-agh! Ai-ai-ai! Eiiii! Oh! A-a-agh! Eiiii! Ai! Ai!" "How's that, eh?" I grunted at her. "Here! Here! That's what you get for being such a tart!" The words just confused her. She certainly did not know what I was so riled up about. I hammered it in and out of her like a madman, sliding the entire cock in and out of her like a piston, the fat head thudding through her cervix with every thrust. In and out, in and out. The bed squeaked and her tits sloshed about as I heaved in and out of her. She squealed and clawed at my shoulders. "A-agh! A-agh! A-agh!" With the final forward heave the dam burst. "Oh shit!" I grunted like an animal as I spewed another voluminous load deep into her womb, completely filling her insides with hot, sticky liquid. Again and again my cock erupted inside her, splashing off the walls of her womb like cannon fire. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! She stopped her mad shrieking and clutched me fiercely, eyes fixed on mine, mouth open wide. She had the weirdest expression on her lovely face as I emptied my balls inside her. It was a mixture of shock, disbelief, amazement, pain, surprise, awe, wonderment, pleasure----you name it. It was all on her face. I withdrew from her, rolled off the bed and yanked the white, filmy dress off the headboard. "Here. Put this on," I said as I tossed it at her. She stared at me stupidly, crawled onto all fours and slowly slid the stretch top up over head. Pussy goo and sperm dripped out of her like a leaking faucet. Which, considering the large amounts I'd deposited in her, was no surprise. A quart of spunk was surely sloshing about in there and I'd soon add another load. The dazed woman drew the tight miniskirt off her slim legs and reached for the dress. She crawled into it by stooping it over head and smoothed the pleated skirt down her thighs. Her torpedo-shaped tits just drilled through the loose top like ripe fruit, the swollen nipples piercing dents in the shiny material. Oh, what a sight! "Come here," I ordered and pointed at the foot of the bed. She rose and came towards me slowly on her silver high heels, tits heaving and hips swaying. The dress just blew about her knees as she came forward. All she needed was a little poodle on the end of a leash to look like some high fashion model in a magazine ad. What a body! "Lean against the brass bar and spread your legs." She faced the bed, bent forward and clutched the brass bar with her dainty hands. Her torpedo tits hung low, stretching the loose top taut. The dark, thick mane fell forward across her shoulders and hid the glittering earrings from view. She spread her legs then wide apart, displaying her shapely rump. "Master is not finished?" she inquired with a deep sigh. "Hell, no. You're going to pleasure me all night!" I grabbed the jar of Vaseline and smeared a liberal amount all along my cock, ensuring that there was a thick coating on the fat head. I dried my hands on the discarded stretch top and approached her from behind. She cocked her head and watched as I slowly lifted the frothy dress up her thighs and draped it across her lower back. Oh, that small gash and the dark pubic hair was just glistening with cum and pussy juice! I grabbed the end of my cock----the part where I hadn't smeared any jelly---and lined it up with her anus. Oh yes----I was going to attempt my first anal fuck. She was certainly a small and delicate creature with the slim, doll-like body that of a little girl and I realized that I could cause real damage if I were to fuck her ass with all twelve inches. But I was bound to try to feed in as much as I could. I had promised myself that this teasing bitch was going to get the works. I pushed against her asshole and she whimpered as she felt my cock puncture her anus. The Vaseline acted as a superb lubricant and I was able to force the fat head through her anal sphincter with considerable ease. Loud popping and sucking sounds erupted from her ass as the huge head slipped in completely. I was quite surprised. It was obvious that this form of sex was not alien to her. Granted: my cock was probably the largest she'd ever received; but someone before me had definitely stretched her nice and loose. Was it that fat slob of a husband? Ah, who cared! With a groan I sank in five inches and she howled as her anal sphincter was stretched beyond normal width. I pushed and I prodded, creating loud sucking sounds as my cock sank in deeper and deeper. Watching my huge cock sliding deeper and deeper into her small, tight ass just blew my mind. This bitch could actually take it! After the ninth inch I could not proceed further. I felt like I had hit a wall. She cried out like a stuck animal and turned her head to glance at me pleadingly. I got the picture---I was in deep enough. I began to hump her with those nine inches, sliding it in and out and she shrieked and clawed at the brass bar, the rings on her fingers scraping along it like rain on a tin roof. "Oooh! Ah! Ah! Oooh! Oooh!" Apparently ass-fucking really turned her on. I clamped my hands around her slim waist and simply fucked her silly, ramming my fat cock in and out of her asshole with hard, forceful jabs. She began to stammer: "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" over and over again. She then shrieked shrilly as she orgasmed, spewing my thighs with a fresh load of hot pussy juice. Oh, this bitch made so much noise that I was afraid that neighbors would soon come to pound on her door. It was just a passing fear----the nearest neighbor was miles away. I withdrew from her, my cock throbbing and jerking. I spun her about, tore the dress up her thighs and pinned it against her waist. Holding her thus I lifted her off her feet and up into the air so that my cock was lodged right underneath her. Wordlessly I slammed her cunt down on my rigid cock, impaling her completely on it like a bug pinned to a display board. She shrieked and threw her arms around me as the fat cock thudded through her like a battering ram. Her heels dug into the back of my thighs and her nails dug into my shoulder bones. I nuzzled my face in the nape of her neck, licking and lapping at her throat while I furiously began to pump her 90lb body up and down. She moaned and sank her teeth into my shoulder, the dark mane completely enveloping my face. Oh, fucking her like this with her arms wrapped around me, her body so close to mine and with those terrific tits drilling into my chest was perhaps the wildest sex I've ever encountered. I was totally caught up in the moment and I felt like a God. I stopped sliding her up and down and simply left her squatting on my twelve-inch rod. I carried her like that, her small body completely impaled on my cock with the filmy skirt billowing around our thighs, towards the Futon. I plopped her down on top of the back cushion and her heels dug pits into the Futon. I spread apart her thighs and started to drive my cock in and out of her, slamming her repeatedly against the wall with every thrust. She wailed and ran her nails down my back as eight inches of my fat cock thudded through her. I fucked her like this for a few moments; then pinned her arms against the wall and stared at her lovely face that was all contorted with pain and pleasure. I slammed it home, burying all twelve inches into the hilt. Oh, I let her have it. She howled and her tits bounced up and down with every thrust, creating rasping sounds as they brushed against the loose top. With a groan I sank my fingers in the partially unbuttoned top and tore the lapels apart, spraying the room with numerous buttons. Her bare tits sprang out at me, sloshing and heaving about in every direction. I stared at her beautiful tits with total awe as I fucked her with heavy jabs, the fat head of my cock sliding through her now loose cervix with every heave. "Ai! A-a-a-agh! Ai! Ai! Ai! Oh a-aaa-agh!" She came for the third time, shrieking loud undulating wails like a teething infant. Her sharp cries and screams actually hurt my eardrums! I stopped screwing her and allowed her to regain normal breathing. Her eyes were wide and sweat poured off her forehead. She was almost delirious now, staring at me through glazed eyes. She certainly hadn't been fucked like this before and I could sense that she was overwhelmed. She was totally exhausted. I plopped down on the Futon beside her, my twelve-inch rod sticking up like a flagpole. "Okay, my beautiful slave," I murmured. "I'm tired, too. One more time---and then we're done." Lena stammered incoherent words and slowly slid off the back of the Futon. The white dress slid down her body and swayed around her knees again as she stepped off the Futon. She turned and faced me wordlessly and slowly hitched the dress up around her waist. Her mind was gone----it was pure instinct. She was just following orders. "No," I said and smiled at her. Her face did not register any emotion. She was as if stoned. "Not like that. Turn around and face the opposite direction. I want you to sit on me backwards. Understand?" She turned and displayed her ass to me. I reached up, slid my hands around her waist and drew her buttocks towards me. She spread her legs a little, braced her wrists on her knees and lowered her body. My cock twitched as the tip of it brushed against her wet gash. Slowly my cock slid into her, an inch at a time. She moaned softly. I drew her down until she was squatting on top of me, my cock buried inside her. I cupped her amazing tits in the palm of my hands and began to squeeze and fondle them, rolling her swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger. She squealed. She groaned and lifted her buttocks high up until just the head was lodged inside her. Which, considering the length of my cock, meant that she had to really lift her self up high, bracing her arms against my chest. With a deep moan she lowered herself slowly then, feeding my cock in deeper and deeper by the second until our bodies met. All twelve inches were deep inside her. I crushed and mauled her tits and nibbled on her dark hair that blew about my face. She moaned again and began to slowly hump me, sliding the fat mushroom-shaped head in and out of her womb, each movement of her hips creating loud sucking sounds as my fat cock thudded through her vagina. She slowly increased the tempo. Faster and faster, working her hips up and down the entire length of thick, solid cock. She began to chant and wail as her body bounced up and down. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" I let go of her tits and clamped my hands around her small waist and groaned deeply as my cock began to throb. I was soon going to loose another load! Real soon! "Fuck me, woman!" I snarled at her. "Faster! Faster!" Amazingly we both orgasmed at the precise instant. We both cried out like hurt animals as we came. I blew another huge load deep into her womb, each massive ejaculation stinging her insides like pistil shots. Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Oh, it wouldn't stop. I don't know where all that shit came from, but my balls just kept on spewing load after load deep inside her. A torrent of hot female juices came sloshing out, too, leaving a gigantic stain underneath us. I yanked her body off me completely and the last ejaculation spewed a thick, creamy load all over the white skirt. We were both completely drained. I just held her there and tenderly kissed her while I petted her hair. I was content. I had finally screwed this deliciously sexy vixen.