Incest/Taboo Young Studs for Carol

Author's Note

Again a Chapter of the busty Carol's adventures.

Carol Blum, a married brunette 52yo and her son Scott, 18yo, have just started, in secret, an incestuous liaison, though she has not yet allowed him to go into a full sexual relationship.

One evening the house is invaded by a group of four escaped convicts; one white and three black men. They capture the entire family and repeatedly Ra*e the woman. Then the husband is sent away, together with one of the intruders, whilst Carol and Scott remain in the house, at the mercy of three young (in their early twenties), big, sex starved guys. The white one of them, in particular, whose name is John (a giant of more than seven feet tall), takes advantage of the mature, short lady, who is sexually and verbally abused in front of her son.

The incestuous attraction between Carol and Scott is easily found out: this increases the lustful desires of the three fugitives. The woman, on the other hand, is not a faithful wife. Her marital life is full of escapades and she regularly cuckolds her husband, mainly with younger, tall man. In fact, after some initial shyness (due to the presence of her son), she is not too much reluctant to accept the rough, sexual sessions with John and his black companions (Nick and Tom).

In the last Chapter Carol, after an erotic dinner, is taken by the two black guys and repeatedly fucked, in front of everybody, in the backyard and in the swimming pool. Then, she is passed on to John, who carries her, in his arms, inside the house. Scott follows him.

All the Characters are over eighteen years old.

Scott (watching son) is the narrator (present tense).
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Now we are in the main room. All naked.

My diminutive mom is cradled in John's huge arms, her legs dangling in the air, her generous boobs swaying erotically before his face, like a pair of ripe fruits, worthy of being squeezed and mouthed. He carries her as though she is a doll, in an amazingly sexy vision of a gigantic brute with his helpless prey.

Proud of his human trophy, he stops just in front of me, in a gaze of evident satisfaction. He gently rocks my mom in his arms, like a father with a new-born; and she lets out baby-like coos that he finally silences with a long passionate kiss on her beautiful mouth.

I am quite hypnotized by the sight. And excited, too: like never I would have figured, in the past.

"This milf is light like a feather! How much she weighs?" he asks me emphatically.

"Ninety, ninety-five, no more! I've already checked her!" I reply automatically. And the images of mom and her hot body are running in my mind; when the feeling of her soft flesh and smooth skin delighted my senses, and I walked her, like she was my girlfriend, across the poolside and inside the water, holding firmly in my arms her petite, luscious body, barely covered by a minuscule piece of fabric around her hips. Now she is owned by this colossus of a stud, who never tires to manhandle and manipulate her in every way, to satisfy his sexual desires and perversions over a middle aged housewife.

"Yeah! And she's got a set of oversized tits on her chest!" he exclaims. "Christ!!" he laughs. "I've never seen so big hooters on a so small chick!"

"Thirty-six double D!" I say in my mind, looking at her round succulent globes. "How tall this hottie?" he asks again.

"Less than five feet!" I answer, still feeling like in trance, from the lustful performances of mom and the two black guys I have just witnessed.

"A child!" he laughs again. "A little baby who deserves being fucked between these lovely fleshy puppies!"

Now John moves to the large couch and sits down, not before adding a wet licking over mom's exposed areolae and nipples. He settles her in his lap and I take my place beside them.

Mom's eyes are shut, her head leant against his bicep and, to my surprise, a kind of erotic pleasure is diffused over her face, while the young stud caresses absent-mindedly her hairless, bare crotch.

Indeed mom's little body, compared to his enormous frame, makes her look like a "child", cradled by her "daddy": the role reversal that John enjoys to play with a mature woman, starting from the first instant he entered our house. All of this, together with his endurance, especially when he sexes her up, makes him look like a very experienced lover, who is training a young novice into the pleasures of the flesh. Despite her age of fifty-two, her marital status, two kids and a lot of lovers and boyfriends on her background (as I gathered in the last hours), mom is manhandled and used by the twenty-two years old John like a giggling and squealing schoolgirl in her prime.

Now his hand has ascended to her left tit: he cups and fondles it delicately. His hand plays with the large, delicious, white soft boob, cupping it in his larger palm, without squeezing. He takes one nipple between thumb and index, then he bends down and plants a light, tender kiss on her half open mouth.

Mom replies with a soft moan.

During the next ten minutes, he drives his palm, back and forth, over her open slit. His fingers rub her labia, flick her clit, explore the hole of her pussy: he plays with her like she is a doll, and she squirms helplessly, under his gentle ministration.

Finally, mom opens her eyes and, with a strained expression on her face, "Please, John, let me go, I have to pee!" she says, in a pleading voice. "Let me go to the bathroom, I can't hold!"

"No way, baby," he laughs. "If you want to pee, piss here, in front of us!"

"Noooooo... not again!!" she has a desperate tone in her voice.

Unbelievable!! This brute is not yet satisfied. He has already made her pissing on the floor, and now he wants it again. He wants mom losing any kind of privacy.

She does not want to obey his order, but I am sure he will get soonest his target: and this makes me horny.

"Let me go to the bathroom, please!" she is crying.

"To the bathroom? Okay, child, as you wish!" he says, sadistically grinning. "I'll carry you to pee and I'll watch you. And your son, too, will be watching!"

"Ohhhhhh... my god, don't you get enough of me, today?" she yells.

"Never enough of you, baby! I'm your daddy, don't forget it! Beg me and I'll carry you to the bathroom!" his tone doesn't admit reply.

"Okay, daddy... okay... carry me soon to the bathroom, please! I can't wait, my bladder is bursting!" she is imploring.

"Yes, little mommy, let's go!!" he exclaims. "Hurry up, boy," he tells me. "Come with me to enjoy mom's golden shower show!"

John removes his hand from mom's pussy and stands up in all his immense stature, cradling again my mature mother in his massive young arms, as though she is a little doll.

Then he walks to the bathroom and I follow them.

When we enter the bathroom, mom glances to the toilet from her upper position. Obviously, she is expecting to be put down, but John has different ideas. He steps into the large tub, carrying mom with him, then he sits down, resting his back against the edge. He makes her woman curl up on her knees, between his thighs, facing his monster cock.

"Please, daddy, I have to pee; you can watch me, if you want, but let me go to the toilet!" she pleads.

"Nope, mistress Blum, you are no more the housewife, here; you are my slave; piss on me, little one, let go yourself! Here, on my thighs!" he commands, grasping his hands around her hips.

"Ohhhhhh... god... ohhhhh... here it goes... I'm pissing... I'm pissing, now!" she yells.

The pressure on her insides is too much, now, and she releases herself, just in the arms of her big lover.

The sticky liquid is seeping out of her, slowly at first, then in a thick stream, which spurts out of her crotch and hits his thighs, his belly, his dick.

"The girl's producing a warm fluid!" John laughs to me.

I'm watching in amazement. This young stud has removed from my mother any vestige of remaining dignity. She has again accepted to be taken on a man's arms and to release her piss, while strictly embraced to him.

"I'm finished, now!" mom says, when she stops pissing; and, after giving a look to the huge body of her master, all glistening with her yellow pee, "Are you happy, now?" she asks him, giving a light slap to the wet, now soft, cylinder of meat in front of her.

"Ohhhhhh... it's sleeping, the poor baby!" she chirps, in a teasing tone.

"Sleeping, you say, you little dirty ho!" he exclaims. "He can fill all of your holes, until you beg for mercy. I'll drown you in my jizz, little lady, I'll make you pregnant with gallons of cum; then, after nine months, I'll come back here, to fuck the milk out of these mams!!"

He cups her boobs and squeezes them; he chews on her neck and bites her upper arm, making her scream "Ouuuhhh... ah... ah... ah... ouuuhhh... you hurt me... you brute..."

"Yes, lil one! The brute and the beauty! And the brute devours the beauty!" Another bite, on her soft underarm; and mom lets out a loud yell.

Then he reaches down and his hand starts to massage her rosy cunt lips, still wet with her recent piss, before inserting one finger inside her vagina.

One of his hand on her back, the other one on her pussy: mom is at his complete mercy.

But now she seems not to disdain John's treatment.

She smiles and her pussy clearly grips around his invading finger. The last streams of urine are leaking from her piss hole.

"Next time I'll lick and taste your sweet piss, child! 'Cause all of you belongs to me, now. You're my slut whore, my fuck toy, my plaything, aren't you, baby?" he asks, as his finger continues to touch mom's soft inner flesh.

"Yes, yes, big daddy. I'm your woman, your big titted woman, your girl, your slave, your toy; I belong to you, to your big cock, the biggest cock in my life, the biggest cock in the world!" she exclaims, resting her head on his hairy torso and mouthing his nipples.

I'm watching the embraced couple in the tub, asking to myself what will be the next step. Mom's performances with John and his friends are always full of kinky surprises.

John has added another finger into her cunt; his thumb is massaging her shaved skin, playing with the erect hard clit.

"Ahhhhhh... I love it!" she murmurs in ecstasy.

"Your mom pissed like a little kid!! And now she's happy!" he tells me. "Next time she can play this game with you!!"

I am blushing.

When John pulls his hand out of her snatch and pushes his middle finger up her ass, probing her rear channel, mom rotates her hips and lets out a small, smelly fart from her anus. Then another one follows, larger and smellier.

A surprised look comes over her face and she gazes up, at her gigantic "daddy".

"I really have to go to the toilet, now!" she says.

The stud increases the action of his finger inside her sphincter.

"Ohhhhhhh... you pervert!" she says, giving a little smile, "You want make me shit... ohhhh... your finger is sooooo... deep!!"

"Watch, Scott! Your mom, my child, is ready to shit... just here... watch, watch, boy!"

John pulls out his finger and opens his large palm under her butthole.

"Shit, mistress Blum, shit, little wife, let your son enjoy the sight of his naked, shitting mom!!" He has removed the hand from her pussy hole and he is caressing her abdomen.

At the same time mom raises her tiny hands to his shoulders and helps herself a bit up off her sitting position.

Her creamy substance starts to fall into his hand.

"Ohhhhhh... my god, I can't hold, I've got to let it out... now... I'm shitting... ohhhhhh!" she gasps in embarrassment mixed to relief and lust.

He bends his head down and bit on her neck; she squeals and lets out another fart. Then he twists her left nipple and mom farts again. She farts and shits. Uninterruptedly.

When she is finished, John's right palm is all covered with her poop. He rubs it all over her belly and chest; also the little cavity of her navel is filled up. Mom is a mess. And John, too.

"Nothing more, child?" he asks with sarcasm.

"No more... no more... it's all, daddy, I'm empty!" she exclaims.

"Now your son can tell his friends to have seen his mother shit all over her man!" John loudly laughs.

"I didn't believe to be capable of it!" she says.

"Bitch, you're my little fucking doll! You're made just to serve me, your big daddy, your master! Say yes, bitch!"

"Yes, master, yes, I'm your little doll!" mom obeys.

"Say better, baby!" he orders threateningly. "Tell your son what you are, little slut!" He has glued his mouth to one of her nipples.

"Yes, yes, master; but don't hurt me, please!" She is totally submitted. "Scott, did you see? I'm his little doll! He's my daddy, now, he can use me like he wants... ahhhhhhhh...!!" She screams; the filthy hand of her master is manipulating her crotch, rubbing traces of her own shit all over her delicate skin.

Never I had figured a scene like this, never figured to hear these words from mom. Unbelievable!! But it is also an amazing turn-on to watch this young guy abuse my mature mom this way. He has captured her and now he owns her; she is fully dominated; she is his slave; she accepts to be his "child", to fulfil his dark desires.

All that cascade of liquid and solid products from mom's inner body has emotionally opened the floodgates in John's bladder and a yellow stream of his hot piss begins to flow, gushing and splashing against her throbbing torso with a hissing sound, adding mess to mess: a glorious, perfect ending of a session of naughty, sadistic sex games.

"This is what an old gorgeous lady deserves, when she's neglected by her wimp husband and her silly son; but now she has met a young, real man. Did I satisfy you, mistress Blum?" he exclaims, with a laugh, when his torrential stream stops.

Mom is almost incredulous of what is happening around her.

"John, you are too much for me, I've never fantasized about a big strong boy like you. You are on top of everybody. Now give me a rest, please! Please, daddy, please!" she begs, and her lips come up, to put a kiss over the huge nipple of her lover.

"Open the tap!" John orders me.

And when the water flows into their dirty bodies, both of them enjoy, for some long minutes, the warm clean stream.

Then, again John scoops mom up and enters, with her, the large stall of the shower.

I have a hard-on, looking at my little mom, so docile in the arms of the young guy, who is starting to wash her, as though she is his child.

Delicately, John lowers my mom down and makes her stand up on the floor, beside him. A giant stud and his girlfriend, who is a short mature lady. Seven feet four, versus four feet ten: the top of her head cannot reach his belly button, her mouth is at the same level of the base of his monster cock.

He runs a washcloth all over her body, from her neck to her pretty little toes. He lifts her beautiful arms and rubs carefully her armpits; then her tit flesh, lingering over her sexy nipples and areolae, without forgetting to heft in his palms the twin wobbling orbs; then the external sides of her breasts, where he checks the gentle spot of her little mole; he rubs the deep cleavage between her globes, before descending in slow motion to her navel, her belly and the hairless area of her crotch.

Her pussy lips are still open from his hot caresses; he has to kneel down, before inserting his soapy finger in her cunt hole, along the smooth surface of her inner channel, up to the cervix. Then he washes her clit, enjoying the soft moan she lets out when he pinches the sensitive bud. Her upturned, round ass cheeks come after, followed by her butthole, where he again fingers her, up to the second knuckle, to remove any trace of shit. He turns her around, to land some gentle slaps over the silky soft skin of her buns, then he washes her fleshy thighs, her knees, legs and finally her little feet and tiny toes.

My mom appreciates his workout on her body: her flirty smiles and little cries of pleasure prove it.

When she is all lathered up, he washes himself; then he sweeps her off the floor and lets the water rinse both of them off.

Out of the stall, he picks up a couple of large towels.

"Let's go outside, baby! The air, here, is too much stinking from your shit!" he exclaims; and, always holding my small mom up in his arms, he runs to the backyard.

"Wait in the bedroom, kid!" he tells me. "After drying off my little chick, I'll be back, to drop her on your cock! So, this white flesh" his hand smacks hard mom's butt cheeks "can be yours and you can fuck any hole of this nice bimbo! All night long, if you want! Your mommy is a fuck toy, Scott! The best fuckable suckable eatable milf in town!"

Ten minutes later, they have not yet returned and I hear some voices from the backyard. I go to the window to peek out and see what it is happening: the sight makes me hold my breath.

John, all naked, is sitting on a large outside couch. He incites mom with the sharp commands of a tamer in the circus; and mom obeys him, like his trained animal.

She is standing on her feet, few meters from him, clad again in the black micro thong. Evidently, he has picked up the small garment from the chair where I left it, before entering the bathroom. Then he has made mom wear it, for his amusement.

"That's good, baby! Hurry up, now, and go! It's a beautiful night for a walk!"

And mom strolls around the pool.

"Fantastic!" he exclaims and, turning towards me (because he has noticed my presence), he says in a loud tone: "Look, boy, how these rumps wiggle!"

Then he orders: "Turn around, mistress Blum! Bend over, grab your ankles and stay like that, until I say you can get up!"

Mom obeys. Her butt is facing him.

"Shake your buns for daddy, little chick!" he demands. "Bounce them!"

She lets out a begging whimper, but he is in full control..

His voice becomes harsh. "I said bounce your buttocks, slut! Do it! Now!"

Mom is scared. She starts wiggling her ass side to side and then up and down, like he wants.

"Yeah... that's right, little baby! You're a pro!" he exclaims. And then, to me: "Look at your mommy, boy! Look at these shaking globes! Wouldn't you want to give a good spanking to this deliciousness?"

What an erotic vision! I can't take my eyes off the sight of mom's gorgeous body, folded in two, her ass sticking up proudly in the air: two perfectly shaped spheres, enhanced by the tiny string, rubbing against the cleft of her buttocks.

"Shit!" John's voice echoes in the night. "I can't wait digging into the flesh of these booties and slap them! Have you ever been spanked by your boyfriends, chick?" he asks.

"Mmmmmmmmm... " mom mumbles, in her bent position.

"Answer me, little baby! Don't make me angry!" Now his voice has a threatening tone.

"Yes... yes... sometimes... sometimes some of them spanked my ass!" she replies meekly.

Mom spanked by other men during her escapades!! I would have never imagined it! And, quite sure, those men were well younger than her.

"And your son?" John continues. "Has he ever spanked you?"

These words give me a start. My cock jolts at the exciting idea of mom on my lap, while I hit repeatedly her bare white ass with my palms.

"Noooo... never... never.. it's pervert!" she exclaims.

But she lies, because I remember very well the little slapping session we had at the poolside the day she wore for the first time the black thong I bought for her.

"Pervert, you say! It's a shame for him, silly boy! If I had a mom like you, I wouldn't let her show off these globes around the house, without punishing them, at least two times a day, with my slaps! Stand up, now, wifey, and tell me who owns you!"

"You, big John, you owns me!" she says, getting up. He has imposed his power and now she acts like an obedient partner.

"Who's your daddy, mistress Blum?" He loves calling mom with her family name: it's the best way to demonstrate he has fully tamed his mature prey.

"You... you... you're my big daddy, John!"

"Who plays with your boobs and your cunt, little lady?"

"You... you play with my boobs and my... cunt, daddy!"

My mom, the classy babe who was lusted after by all the men in our town, including my friends, has been reduced to the personal fuck toy of this brutal, gigantic, rough thug.

"Your boobies jiggle like jello, when you walk! Weigh them in your hands, honey!"

And mom cups her breasts and bounces them, like two balls played in a bowling game.

"Do you like that, daddy?" she coos in her soft voice, without stopping to wobble the tits. "Surely you are insatiable, when you devour them!!"

"They are my fun, baby! And succulent! It's like to bite a peach, to taste a watermelon!!"

"Yes, super daddy! They are heavy, smooth and silken! My boyfriend loves them! Fleshies, he calls them!" she smiles, in a captivating tone.

"Aaaahhhh... you fucking little milf! Jump, now! And let them sway freely! Show off this saucy flesh of yours!"

Mom again obeys.

"Okay, daddy? Am I satisfying you?" she asks shamelessly.

The vision of mom is simply stunning. Wearing only this little piece of black cloth, which barely covers a minimal portion of her hairless crotch, makes her look much naughtier and sexier than fully naked. The tiny string along her ass cleft lets her jutting butt globes totally exposed, together with her edible boobs, which wobble erotically in every direction, in time with her steps.

A true nymph commanded by a satyr, in some mythological legend.

She crosses her hands behind her head, exposing her armpits to his hungry gaze.

"Like what you see, daddy?" with an impertinent smile on her face. "Wouldn't you want to taste my armpits?"

"Oh fuck, you little tease!" he exclaims excited. "You want to be eaten!"

"Bert, my boyfriend, loves to lick and munch on them, after my gym workout! He says they are sweet and delicious, like a honey pot! And he never tires of them!"

"My boyfriend" mom said. It's the second time she speaks of her "boyfriend". Who is this Bert? My mind is in tumult.

"So, you frolic with Bert at gym!" John asks.

"He's Dave's brother! And Dave's my gym masseur!"

"Whow... two brothers for the little slutty wife!" John exclaims. "Young, of course!"

"Young, yes! Bert is a basketball player. Tall and well built, almost like you! He dwarfs my small frame, when he scoops me up in his arms!" she explains.

And now I understand. Bert! The fucking "tower" of the basketball team! And he sexes my mother's body!

"Come here, doll!" John calls out. "Lemme see and feel you closer!".

He opens his muscular thighs and mom slips easily between them, facing him. He is sitting on the couch and she is standing up, but her head barely reaches his shoulders and she has to gaze up, to look at him in his eyes: a midget confronted with her gigantic lover.

"Smell my natural scent, hunky!" she teases, the palms of her hands still on the back of her head and her lovely chest thrust forward, against his hairy torso, as she rotates her hips in a circular motion, back and forth.

"Fulfil your sex fantasies and amuse yourself with your girl, big daddy, 'cause I'm yours! Aren't you happy?" Her armpits run in turn in front of him, in a joyous rotation.

"You little slutty tease! Lemme serve you as you deserve, you big-titted chick!" His immense cock rubs on her white tender abdomen, while his large hands cup her round ass globes.

"You're my toy, mistress Blum! I own you and you're my property!" He spreads and closes rhythmically her soft, jutting buns, then he gives them a series of light smacks, while at the same time his mouth nuzzles her shaved armpits, licking the smooth, succulent skin.

My mom's moans and squeals, the sounds from her slapped flesh and the slurps of John's lips on her skin are filling deliciously the silence of the night.

She accepts and loves the ministration the young stud is giving her mature, small, gorgeous body.

"Yes... yes... uh... uh... uh..." she mumbles, under the spanking from his ample palms and the licking of her armpits and underarms.

"This married silky skin turns me on, wifey!" he grunts.

"Glad you love them, daddy!" she purrs. "When Dave, my masseur, oils my armpits, he says they are soft like velvet!"

"Yeah... yeah... this buttery flesh is a nice meal!" and he continues to nuzzle mom's delicious hollows.

He lets free her butt cheeks, now, and kisses her mouth, before grasping with his hands her still firm but slightly pendulous breasts.

Pendulous? Yes, maybe a little bit than before, I think in my mind. But this is obvious, recalling how many times this tower of a man and his sex starved black friends have assaulted any way mom's well shaped boobs, which now cannot be the same as when I was feeling and tasting them, before the arrival of these ravenous intruders.

"These babies are mine! My playthings! Okay, girl?"

"Okay, daddy John! All yours! For your pleasure! Squish them a little!"

"Baby, your tits are the best I've ever seen!" he growls. "And these nipples are long like bullets!"

"Dave measured them!" again she teases.

"How much long these marshmallows?" he pulls her nipples out and plays with them between his fingers.

"One inch. But when stretched they can reach a half inch more! And many times Dave stretches them, during massage!"

My cock is growing hard, at these words.

John has taken hold of her nipples, making mom gasp. He pulls the boobs higher, by the two long nubs, shaping them in a couple of triangles of flesh, pointing at the sky. Mom whimpers, as he shakes them from side to side.

Then he lets her breasts drop. They slap down against her chest and hung there, swaying slowly, her long stiff nipples all reddened from the pinching.

He grabs the twin spongy melons and smashes them together, till the nipples are touching.

"Oooooohhhhhh... my gaaaaawwwwwdddd..." she yells, as he begins sucking with his lips the mouthful of both nubs and flicking them with his tongue.

He is more aggressive, now, and he ignores her high squeaks: the whole right breast is taken deep in his mouth.

In a quick motion, he stands up and, as though she is no weight, sweeps mom up in his powerful arms.

His mouth is still full of her tasty boob when he walks toward me, mom's legs kicking in the air, one tiny hand wrapped against his bull-like neck, the air resounding with her helpless yells of fear mixed to pleasure and arousal.

I can't wait anymore. I jump over the window and approach the couple.

In front of me, John continues to devour her breast, then he lets go of the tit, which slides out of his mouth with an audible, elastic erotic "pop", and slaps down, against her chest.

"Did you like the show, boy?" he asks me.

"John, if mom was lactating, you'd have drained her completely!"

"Tasty melon!" he says with satisfaction, licking his own lips. "Dude, your mom is a damned sexy suckable and eatable milf!" And he follows his words with some nibbles on her left areola, the one he had not engulfed in his mouth.

John doesn't stop feasting on mom: his mouth has easy access to her boobs, upper arms, neck, shoulders, armpits, underarms, belly button. She is held up in the air, helplessly laid on his huge strong arms: her frontal body, from head to thighs, is fully displayed to his ravenous lips, and he laps hungrily any square inch of her exposed skin, making her giggle like a schoolgirl.

My god!! Mom's vocals are a delight!

"Aaaaahhhhh... baby... you smell so good!" he says, rubbing his nose on her tight belly.

"Mmmmmmmmm... " she moans and mews. Her small hands are wrapped around his neck, she loves his oral assault.

"You've found your big daddy, little poppet!" he chuckles in her ear. "A real man for the little hot babe!"

"Oooooohhhhhh... eat me, daddy... eat your baby!" she yells. "Make me feel good... do me ... do my tits... eat them... pleeeeeaaase daddy!!"

"Little fucking daddy's toy!" he exclaims. "You love being my little slut, don't you? Your snobbery has gone to hell! Now you're just a little cow to be played and then fucked. Aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy... yes... you're so big, so tall, so strong, so... young! I'm yours, daddy, make me yours, play with my tits, please!" Mom is almost imploring, now.

"Your tits, child? Your tits are mine!" he growls. "But you've something more!" and with that he lifts her lower body up, till her crotch is level with his mouth, and he dives his head down, between her thighs, inserting his thick, long tongue inside her sex tube. Wet squishing sounds come from her pussy, as the oral probe disappears into the tender flesh, massaging her inner walls.

"Oooooohhhhh... ooooohhhhh... myyyyy... you're there..." she coos.

Certainly he has reached her cervix, because mom starts screaming like mad, like a possessed woman: she is nothing more than a hot horny slut, who wants to be used by her man in every way.

She is immersed in a sea of pleasure. She moans continuously and finally, when John removes his tongue from her channel and flicks with expertness her erect clit, she explodes in a devastating climax, erupting a river of cum all over his face.

My fingers are around my dick, stroking it desperately.

"See what you've done to me, John!" mom says, after regaining her breath.

"'Cause you're a cumming machine, baby!" he laughs sadistically. "A little thing made for sex! Always, anyhow, anywhere!"

"Ooooohhhhh... John, I never cum so much in all my years, like in the last hours, with you and those brutes of your friends!"

"Watch your boy, lil one! Watch how turned on, watch how horny he is, seeing his mom spraying out like a fountain!"

It's true: the sight of my aged, diminutive mom getting manhandled endlessly by this much younger hunk has been incredibly exciting.

"You loved it, didn't you, boy?" he smiles and winks at me. "Watch your mommy, watch how little she is! My child!" And he bounces her a couple of times in his powerful arms, as though she is a weightless doll.

"Did you see? Easy like an infant!" he gazes at me teasingly.

Yes, he is right. An infant, a little child! And the way he maneuvers her in his arms, without letting her touch the ground, makes me almost ejaculate.

"Ohhhhhh... shit, boy! You're coming!!" he has noticed my emotion, my turmoil.

"Baby, your boy wants squirting out!" he exclaims to mom. "Let's help him!"

"Whhhhaaaatttt..." mom cries, but he has already lowered her petite body, till her mouth is a fraction of inch from my cock.

"Suck it! Suck like a good child!" he says. "Make happy your son!"

It's too much! In a quick motion, my throbbing tool is inside her oral cavity, and I discharge my weapon between her warm lips, filling mom with my load.

She gulps all of it down, then looks at me in delight.

"Nice food, yeah!!" he shouts at her, lifting mom again to his mouth, for a wet resounding kiss over her abundant turgid naked tit-flesh.

"You perv!" mom exclaims. "Don't talk like this. My son loves me!"

His answer is a grin of amused arrogance, as he handles her up again, with one hand palmed under her butt and the other one on her upper back.

He shows mom off to me.

"Nice bimbo, yeah?" he asks me proudly, as though she is a hunt trophy he is parading to an audience.

"Nice bimbo, yeah!" I can't help to say, because mom is a really exciting vision, with her small, curvaceous, naked, thong-clad body, supported in the air by a pair of muscled arms: a gorgeous, sexy, full ripe bodied pixie, captured by a kind of King Kong, much younger than her.

"Why don't you put me down, mister hunk? Didn't you play enough with me?" she asks, in a pleading tone. "I can walk by myself!"

"Nope, little child! Let the boy get a good sight of his mom and her daddy!! Scott!" he tells me "Pick up your camera and get some shots! Okay?"

"Okay!" I obey.

Five minutes later, when I come back, he is holding mom up, sat in the crook of his arm, while his free hand is fondling the flesh of her upper arm and his fingers are playing with the smoothness of her armpit. She chirps with joy, as his mouth licks and sucks on her left nipple.

When I am in front of them with my camera, he lowers mom to her feet and makes her stand up, on the ground, beside him, facing away. Then he puts his hand over her head to show how short she is. He laughs, and mom too, and I snap the first picture.

Then he takes his arm across her shoulders: another picture.

He cups her big boobs in his palms and, as I shoot again, "Haven't you had enough of them, big stud? You can't ever keep your hands off them! Not yet satiated?" mom says with a tone of voice and an expression on her face that show, without doubt, her appreciation of the attention he is giving to her body.

"Never satiated of this abundance of sweet flesh, little chick!" And, with that, he squeezes the tit meat, making the nipples peep out the grasp of his fingers. I shoot again, two times, feeling like in trance.

Now he places, at open palms, one hand on her butt and the other one on her upper back.

"Watch this, boy!" he says to me, and again, like before, he presses her up, sideways, tensing his arms till mom's body is held there, in the air, well over nine feet from the ground.

Astonishing sight! And he swings her around, like showing off an offered prize, after a competition.

She lets out high pitched screams, as she floats helplessly, firmly set on his muscular huge hands.

"Do you like what daddy's doing, little tease?" he asks playfully.

"Oooohhhhhh... you make me fly, daddy!!" she yells.

"'Cause you're my toy, baby!"

"Yeah... yeah... I'm your toy, big daddy! I feel so petite, in your arms!"

"Say it again, lil one! Let's your son know it!"

John has no trouble taking mom in position. And she is so sexy, all naked but for this black micro garment: an enticing strap running up the crack of her succulent ass orbs and an insignificant patch of cloth over her pussy lips. Handled like a plaything by this mountain of a man, indeed she looks like a little child.

"Don't be angry, honey!" she tells me. "Big daddy's so strong! He makes me wave like a feather, like a little child! It's so funny!!"

"Yeah, mommy! You're so small, so sexy in his hands!" I say in admiration.

"Boy, your mom's got a body made just to be used and fucked! A little toy mom!" John exclaims lewdly, breaking out in a large grin on his face.

"Shoot some pictures! Now!" he commands.

The show continues and my excitement increases more and more, as I watch this tower of strength, who manipulates my lovely mom as though she is a weightless doll.

I am staring at them and my cock hardens again at the sound of his deep laughs and her girlish-like squeals, at the sight of his large palm on her rotundities, of his massive frame dwarfing her small luscious body, of her heavy bouncing boobs.

"Time for a night bath, sweetie!" he exclaims suddenly; and, turning around, he walks toward the edge of the large pool, still holding mom up in his arms.

"Nnnnnnnoooooooo...!!" The sound of her high shriek hits the air, as her body flies helplessly, like a bird, to the center of the pool, disappearing under the liquid surface, in a cloud of bubbles. When she emerges, she is spluttering and fighting to regain her breath.

"The bimbo is in the right place, dude!" John tells me with a grin. "Watch, now, how daddy can serve her!"

And, without hesitation, he jumps into the water with a big splash. Mom sees him and she swims away, trying to distance herself from him, but John is faster and in a couple of powerful strokes he reaches and grabs her small frame before she can take a grip on the concrete of the edge.

My cock raises up, at mom's shrill squeals of "help", well knowing that the giant stud can have an easy control over his struggling tiny prey.

Now the two bodies are wrapped together: a sensuous package of heads, arms and legs in a tumultuous movement of water. Till a small, black piece of material flies from John's hand to land on the poolside, a couple of meters from my position.

"He has denuded mom of the last vestige of clothing" I say in my mind. "And now he fucks her: right there, in the water."

He is in the middle of the pool, his arms around her waist. His feet are over the pool's tiles, while mom is too short to touch the ground.

He lifts her up, till her hairless pussy is just in front of his face.

"Little clean twat, boy!" he exclaims. "Made for a good licking kiss!" Her legs dangle in the air and her toes curl up, as his lapping tongue finds its way from her belly button down to her vagina, where he probes the outside of her love hole and the little rod of her clit, before nuzzling into the cleft of her ass, up to the puckered anus.

"Oh... oh... oh you bastard... you can't... not here... oooohhh god..

let me go... aaaahhhh...!" she screams, but he continues to bath her insides with his saliva, till mom's vocals become squeals of pleasure "Yes yes yes... more... more... do me... do my pussy... make me... aaaahhhh!"

And he lowers her down.

"Wrap your legs around me, child!" he says, and she obeys: he is in full control. His hands cup her ass cheeks and mom's body descends along his giant frame.

"That's right, lil one!" he exclaims. "Good girl... here... here... take it all.. yes... yes... all in your hole... all of it, baby... all in your married womb... yeah... yeah... deep... deep, little Carol!"

Mom lets out incomprehensible sounds, her arms around his muscular back, while John bounces her up and down, in the water.

"The little mommy is mine, Scott!" he calls at me in a mocking tone. "You like watching, don't you? So, watch how good she stays on my tool!" And with that he removes her from his cock, tugging her up against his big frame and putting a hungry kiss on her left tit, before slamming her down.

"You like it, doll, don't you?" he asks mom, carrying her along the pool as though she is no more than a baby. "Who fucks you better? Your husband?"

"Ohhhhh god... noooooo... you're better... so much better..." she cries.

"Who fucks you better, lil one? Your boyfriend?"

"Nooooo... never he fucked me like you!"

Another lift, another kiss on the second tit, another slam of her yielding cunt into his cock.

"Ooooohhhhhh... gggaaawwwddd..." her screams become higher and higher: the young stud is making mom mad.

"I'm your master, Carol! Your big master! Say it, slut!"

"Yeah... yeah... my master... you're so bad... fuck... fuck your monster... in my pussy... give me your big monster cock... you bastard.. you make me cum... again... cumming... cumming..."

"Okay baby! Cum... cum on my flesh... yeah... yeah... little child..."

For about fifteen minutes he walks from side to side, with mom's body well anchored to his shaft: he raises her up only when he crosses the deep end, to avoid her head sinking into the water.

And when, finally, he climbs out of the pool, through the steps, mom is still firmly impaled on his gigantic member, her arms and legs around his torso, her nipples jutting out sexily from her protruding wobbling tits, both her ass cheeks cupped in his huge hands. He continues to slide her effortlessly, back and forth, along his powerful piston of flesh.

He walks across the deck, carrying and fucking my petite mom like she has no weight, making her yowl louder and louder.

"See, boy?" he tells me, slamming in and out of her pussy. "I could bang my tool into this little thing for hours!"

Mom is in agony.

Then he goes to the pool edge and sits down, with his legs immersed in the water and his cock well inserted in his moaning prey.
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