Incest/Taboo Young Studs for Carol

"Well done, boy!" John exclaims, pulling mom out of my drained body. Still holding her up, he walks to the edge of the pool; then he grabs again both her ankles in one huge hand and swings her, like a pendulum, one two three times.

Then, "Go, little baby!" he exclaims and, with a violent push that makes her turn around in the air, he sends her into the water.

Mom's naked body in the center of the pool is an alluring sight, and John doesn't wait. Rapidly, he jumps and in a couple of strokes he joins her, with a savage yell.

He grabs her and lets himself go, without restraint, to his lustful craving for the small, desirable body of this gorgeous housewife and mother, who is floating in front of him. Gratified by her wet curvy flesh and flawless skin, for long minutes he carries her all around, steadily held into his strong embrace; then he lifts her above his head, shows her off to me in a demonstration of full domination, and finally throws her up in the air, like a bundle, before collecting again her body in his arms, when she splashes down into the water.

He repeats this action many times, as my helpless mom is unable to offer any resistance to his wild fury, and I am really afraid that she can't survive the rough treatment this big stud is giving her.

Now John has taken mom to the edge of the pool and laid her upper body on the deck, while her legs, spread on each side of his, are parallel with the water. One of his hands is under her ass, the other one is running up and down her breasts and abdomen. The head of his enormous cock is scraping the entrance of her tender shaved sex hole.

"All in your pussy, little Carol! Yeaaaahhhh. . . fuck. . .fuck yeahhhh!!" he shouts out, and his tool opens her sex and fills her channel, before slipping past her cervix, deep up to her womb.

Mom emits a loud scream, but he doesn't care, because he only wants his pleasure. Her ample tits are pressed against his chest, when he moves her from the edge and walks in the water, carrying her like a baby chick, one large hand cupped over her lovely ass.

He fucks her, in a standing position, just in the center of the pool. Three savage thrusts hit her pussy, before he dislodges her body from him. A torrent of cum runs out of her hole.

With mom still held up in his arms, he climbs the stairs with no effort: his little Carol is an easy package for his powerful muscles. He reaches an outside desk and deposits her on it. She stands up; her lips are to his mouth level, her boobs bounce erotically on her small frame. He French kisses her like a passionate lover, then grabs one tit and penetrates again her pussy, now using his thick middle finger.

"It's so nice to carry you like a big baby, Carol. You're so soft, so smooth, so small. I love the feel of your juicy melons against my chest and your plump buttocks in my hands. You're a little fuck doll of a wife, aren't you?" he exclaims, drilling her hole in and out.

"Please. . . please. . . stop now. . . I. . . I can't. . . no more. ." she moans in a pleading voice, her small hands grasping helplessly his wrists.

And when he removes his finger from her intimate flesh, she relaxes her muscles and a yellow spurt of urine arches in the air from her crotch and splashes loudly against his abdomen, before running down over his balls, followed by her cry of humiliation.

The fear from the upside down treatment, the rough manipulation and the hard fucking sex in the pool have made her losing control, finally, of her bladder.

"Wooooowwwww. . . the big titted wifey pisses herself! Look, boy. . . look at the naughty babe!" he says enraptured.

"Ooooooohhhhhh. . . noooooo. . . not again. . . ooooohhhhhh. . .!" mom utters a cry, when a second jet gushes out of her cunt. But this time John is faster and his palm cups a handful of her warm liquid and massages it over the tender skin of her armpits, breasts and belly.

"Feel how your piss smells, little wife!" he says, putting his wet hand under her nose. "Piss, piss again, lady Blum! So nice, from a little chick like you!"

"Bastard!. . . bastard. . . ooooohhhhhh. . . my god. . . I. . .I. . ." she yells desperately, as another stream trickles down her own legs.

John is at the seventh heaven. And me, too.

Five minutes later. Mom is still exposed on the desk, on her feet, naked like a newborn baby. Her creamy, round buns are fully contained in the cup of his large hands, while he is bent forward, gently kissing her hairless pussy.

"Okay, pussycat, now daddy takes care of you!" he says, reaching out to fling her, in a rapid motion, over his shoulder.

Then he tells me: "Wait here, Scott! I took the girl to the shower, 'cause I want to relish in bed a clean and fresh skin, under my mouth and cock!"

And with that he moves to the near cabin, with mom's body folded over his, while the tips of his fingers explore, with nonchalance, the enticing depths of her ass crack and his other hand is wrapped around her ankles. She looks so pathetically vulnerable, in the arms of her gigantic captor.

I hear the sound of the water from the cabin, mixed to mom's shrill squeaks and John's hearty laughs. My dick jumps, at the thought of his meaty rough hands rubbing her unblemished creamy skin.

When they get out of the shower, after more than twenty minutes, both of them are toweled dry. And naked.

He has scooped mom up ("as always", I think in my mind) and an expression of satisfaction is diffused over his face, as he carries her like a baby.

"Did you wash her?" I question him, with banality.

"Of course, dude! The baby enjoys being washed by her daddy!" he replies emphatically. "And I gave her, also, some of my fleshy tool, for fun! Did you love my cock under the shower, little Carol?" he mouths to mom, lowering his lips down to one turgid tit, for a gentle kiss on the appetizing nipple.

"Ohhhh. . . your cock. . . is a monster! It was like you were splitting me in two!" she says, from her cradled position, while he lightly licks her upper arm and neck.

"You have been served by three giant cocks, baby! All in one night! Did you forget it? Your pussy is well trained, now!"

It's true: mom has just finished being fucked here, inside and outside the pool, by the third cock from this group of horny escaped convicts. Without mentioning all the torrid games I had witnessed, before, inside the house. These hunky muscled young men have explored and used endlessly, in front of me, any portion of mom's body.

John is before me, with mom cradled in his arms, and I have to move my gaze upward, to see her body over my head, at seven feet from the floor. In her position, she is offering the deliciousness of her soft frontal curves and her intimate flesh to the exploring lips of a male's hungry mouth.

An irresistible fragrance of flowers emanates from her pale white frame.

"What a scent!" I can't help to say.

"You like it, don't you? Smell her pussy, boy! I perfumed her up and down!" He lowers mom down and lets my nose feeling the freshness of her intimate folds. I put a kiss on this pink loveliness and her clit hardens with pleasure between my lips.

"Okay, boy! Time for putting in bed this mature beauty!" John exclaims, starting to walk to the house.

But, almost immediately, he stops on the way and moves back to the shower stall.

"Wait here, baby!" he tells her, raising mom up over his head and depositing her, in a sitting position, like a little doll, on the roof of the cabin, with her legs dangling in the air, from the edge.

With his tallness of seven feet and more inches, it has been very easy, for him, to reach the roof of the small construction.

Incredible! Who could have figured to see my middle aged mom, a rich and respectable lady, ridiculed and pilloried this way, in her own house, by a young, uneducated, gigantic and sex starved outlaw?

"Put me down, John! Put me down, please!" she shrieks, but he doesn't care.

"Watch my girlfriend boy! Isn't she nice? Take some pictures to show your friends!" he tells me, laughing.

I am really turned on when I shot photos, from different angles, of my naked mom, helplessly exposed there, over the cabin. And I notice that, after her initial protest, now she is calmed down and her vocals have become more soft.

"Please, John! You have had your fun! Stop, now! Take me down from here!"

"My fun is not yet finished, little baby! Beg me! Beg your daddy to carry you to bed!"

"Yes, John. . . yes, daddy. . . I beg you. . . please. . ."

"Please what, little child? Say better! Say you want your big daddy carrying you to bed!"

"Yes. . . yes. . . carry me to bed, daddy. . ."

"Ask daddy to cradle you in his arms like a little child!"

"Yes. . . cradle me in your arms, daddy! Make me your little child!" she implores in a sexy voice.

"That's good, baby! Are you ready to obey your big daddy?"

"Yes, daddy!"

"Are you ready to do anything I ask you, little girl?"

"Yes. . . yes. . . I'll do anything you want. . . I promise, but put me down, now. . . I'm tired!"

"Spread your legs for daddy, child!"

"What. . . what do you want again?"

"Spread your fucking legs, I told you!"

Mom obeys.

Now John is close to the cabin and his head touches her legs; he raises his hand up and a black piece of cloth appears between his fingers: it's mom's thong he had removed from her hips, during their previous session of sex.

Evidently, while I was taking the last photos he has collected it and now. . . what he wants to do with it, now?

My god! This man is a real Dom! And mom is his sub!

With two fingers of his left hand he shoves the thong into her pussy, making it disappear almost completely inside her hole. Only few inches of a string hang out of her.

Mom gasps for the surprise and for the humiliation of the improper invasion of her intimate flesh.

Almost unconsciously I take another pair of pictures.

"You got it, lil one!" John says in a mocking tone. He tugs a little the string, before pushing again the thong inside her pussy. "So, I can check how wet you become when I excite you! And, after all, it's a nice decoration of your sweet pussy! Next time I'll put it in your ass!"

"You pervert!" mom yells. "I well knew how pervert you are, just from the first minute you entered my house!"

"Pervert, you say!!" he exclaims. "And you're a tease! A mature, curvy, little tease, who only asks and deserves to be played and manipulated in any way, like a fuck toy, by some young, dominant, big stud! A strong master for the older lady!"

"And you're my master, aren't you?" mom replies. Now she is no more angry; because her female vanity is gratified by the words and treatment she gets from her young lover: a machine of sex who looks never satiated of her tits, her pussy, her ass, her skin, her entire body.

"Your master, yeah! Come to daddy, little lady!" He has an amused tone, while he picks mom from the roof of the cabin and lowers her down, onto his huge arms.

I am nearly cumming, at the sight of my shorty, naked mother, all scooped up in the wrapping embrace of a muscular giant, four times her weight, one time and half her height, thirty years junior to her.

John walks with his prey to the entrance door: he is well determined to enjoy mom in bed.

When he passes beside me, he is chewing on one large, nude boob and mom moans with delight and pleasure, one arm wrapped around his bull neck, while one hand caresses his cheek.

She is in ecstasy, cradled like a child by the young, powerful, gigantic man.

"Come with us, boy!" he tells me, removing his head, for some instants, from the succulent breast. "The night is ours, this nice kitten is ours!"

And I follow them.

Inside the room, with mom still held up in his arms, he releases her boob from his mouth.

"Holy shit, John! Watch what you did to her tit!" I say in amazement. Nipple and areola have been shaped, from his workout, into a triangular nub of pink, wrinkled skin, jutting much more than one inch from the peak of her luscious breast. He uses mom like his plaything, his personal sex doll.

He kisses her on the mouth, and his tongue makes slurping noises inside her oral cavity.

He looks satisfied, when he gets out of her. "We are in your marital room, babe!" he says. "But your wimp old hubby is not here and you're ready to share your cute small body with two young males: your big daddy and your son! Okay, baby?"

"Yes, John. . . yes. . . I want both of you! I'm your girlfriend, your sex partner! Give me a night of sex, you two! The night of my life!" she cries. "But first let me recover from my orgasms! I'm drained, now!" she begs.

"Okay, baby! Take your rest time!" he accepts. And with that he lays mom down gently onto the bed's sheets, face upwards.

Then he jumps beside her. And me, too, on her other side.

Now mom is between us. She is so short that her feet barely touch John's upper thighs. He has grasped one tit in his greedy hand and I do the same with the other. He plays, over her pussy, with the strings of the thong, while I nuzzle the warm flesh of her armpit and underarm. Then I kiss and tongue her lips.

Finally my dreams are ready to come true. Finally, this night, mom will give herself totally to me and I will become her lover.

Eleven in the morning. I wake up, after a night of the most incredible sex I had ever imagined. A night during which, finally, I owned mom's pussy; and ass, too.

John and mom, both laid on the bed, are beside me: he is kissing passionately her mouth, while his hand pinches one hard nipple and the surrounding areola.

After the long threesome session, mom's body is fully coated in a sticky mixture of sweat, male cum and female juices.

The bed is a mess. The black thong (better to say "what remains of the black thong") is tied around her neck, in a kind of collar. It has been John's fancy, after pushing pulling, in and out her vagina and ass, the little piece of cloth.

John has been helpful with me, this night; he has given me all the time to taste the woman of my dreams: my beautiful, lovable, luscious little mom.

I was laying on the bed, when he lifted her by her thighs and back and lowered her down, onto my body, straddling my fully erect cock; and, for the first time, I was buried deep inside the hole from which I emerged eighteen years ago.

"The child needs a good bath!" John says, removing his lips from hers. "And peeing, too!" he laughs. "I'll take care!" and, with that, he stands up; then he puts one hand under her back and one hand under her thighs; mom is again cradled into his arms, like a doll, when he walks her out of the room.

I go to another toilet and, after a restorative shower, I come back to the bedroom.

When John, one hour later, re-enters the room, mom is held in the crook of his arm, her left hand resting on his thick muscled neck. A large smile lights up her face; she is totally nude (what a sight!!), while he wears a pair of blue jeans. I am in my shorts.

An enticing fragrance of fresh lavender fills up the room.

"Wooowww. . . this scent is delicious!!" I exclaim.

"The kitten deserves it! And when I bathed her in the tub and perfumed her skin, you'd have had to hear her giggles! What a babe!!" And with that he nibbles the white flesh of her smooth upper arm. Then mom offers him her armpit and he slobbers his tongue over it, getting joyful squeals from her.

He walks few steps to the bed where, like handling a little child, he deposits mom on it, in vertical position.

Even standing up, her head is more than one foot below the level of his, so he has to bend down, to lick a good portion of her left tit, lingering over the hot areola and the little mole.

"Mmmmm. . ." she moans. "Haven't you had enough fun with them, last night?"

"Your puppies, baby?" he exclaims, before dipping again in her perfumed cleavage. "These honeydews are the sweetest melons I've ever sucked!!"

"Thank you, daddy!" she says, totally submitted.

"Let's find your cloth for today, honey!" John says. He opens the closet in front of the bed.

"Jeeezzz, baby. . . a lot of stuff, here!" he exclaims. "And you used all of it to tease your men, naughty girl!!"

"I love showing off my body, to get their attention! I know I'm an attractive woman, despite my age and my shortness in height!" she says, in a disarming smile.

"You got a hot mommy, boy!" he tells me; then he picks up a pair of red g-string panties and asks me: "Nice outfit, isn't it? My friends would get aroused!" He has already started helping mom to put on her new underwear.

"Oh, yeah. . . sure, John!" I have to admit.

"These bazooms on your small frame are what the guys really like!" he shouts emphatically, groping her twins in his huge palms.

"Please, John, don't make me walk all day like that! Let me cover them!" mom pleads.

"Okay, doll! Try this!" he says, taking something from the drawer and showing it: a pink negligée, a sheer see-thru very low cut garment, with a pair of spaghetti strings.

With expertness, he lifts her arms straight over her head, then pulls the baby doll down her body. The bottom edge barely reaches her crotch, leaving fully exposed her fleshy thighs.

"Oooohhhh. . .!" mom exclaims. "This was my husband's favourite nightgown!"

"The wimpy cuckolded faggot!" John's face explodes in a loud laugh. "What did he want to do with that little wee-wee between his legs?"

"Don't talk like that, you pervert brute!" mom reprimands him, but he doesn't care.

He takes her hand and makes her turn around.

"What d'you think, boy? Isn't she a nice bimbo? A nice piece of ass?" he asks me.

"Oh, mom. . . you're so sexy, so good! I wanna do you so bad!" The sight of my mom, standing on her marital bed, dressed up so provocatively and totally subdued by the lustful desires of this giant hunk of a man, makes me horny again.

"But, honey. . ." she marvels, "you got me all night long! Not yet satisfied?"

"Enough of these trifles!" John booms out. And, with resolution, he scoops mom up and carries her in his huge arms, like a child, out of the room, to the backyard.

He kisses her on the mouth, along the way; then "Let's go to Nick and Tom, now!" he exclaims. "Surely the guys were beating off all the time, last night, hearing all of your loud squeals and screams, baby! Let the two blacks play with your white flesh, babe!"

Nick is playfully lying in the water of the swimming pool, while Tom is stretched on a large couch, with a glass of beer on the table in front of him.

"Hey, guys!" John exclaims, still holding mom up. "Watch the gift I carry for you, this morning!" he shows my mother off, like a trophy.

"For sure you had no mercy, last night! The little white chick was squeaking like a frightened mouse!" Tom says.

"She's been fully served. In all her holes!" John laughs, in a sadistic tone.

"Holy shit, pal! Sure you know how to treat the old gals!"

"And she was whining and purring like a puppy, when we made her play with our dicks!" John adds.

"Give me the baby, now! I can't wait to taste this little puppet and play with these fun bags!" Tom, who has approached the couple, literally pulls mom off John's embrace.

Now she is cradled in the arms of another guy.

"Did you fuck well, last night, sweetie?" Tom asks her, before planting a hot kiss on her full lips. Mom doesn't answer.

"Okay, guys, I let you amuse yourself with my girl! But don't spoil her too much!" John exclaims. "I go to fix some foods for all of us. We're hungry, after all!" and, with that, he disappears inside the house.

Tom continues taunting mom. He has easily turned her in his arms, sliding one hand inside her light garment, to caress one large boob.

"Your son fucked you! Right?" he says, taking hold of her delicious tit flesh.

"He loves me! He's not a rude pervert brute like you!"

A sardonic laugh is the reply to her charming voice.

In the next two hours mom's body is moved from one to the other man, in an unending carousel of laughs, smacks, yells and moans.

It's evident: these young guys have found a prey who can fulfil all their lustful needs. The opportunity to have at their complete disposal and to use for their liking an older woman, old enough to be their mother, satisfies their libido much more than a young girl.

And they take advantage of her lightness and smallness to treat her like a baby: her ninety pounds and short height are easy to be handled in any way. Like a little child played by adults, her soft body is held all the time in their arms, shoulders and laps: they never let her touch the ground.

In her flimsy baby doll and mini panties she is a delightful vision. All clean, all perfumed, all pale shaved: you could never say she is a fifty-two years old lady.

My presence, the presence of her son, is an incentive for the massive studs.

"Look your mommy, boy! Look how good she cuddles up my arms! A kitten! A kitten who wants snuggles!" Nick shows mom off to me: he cradles and rocks her in his muscular arms, as though he is carrying an infant.

Too much for me to hold on. These words, added to the luxurious sight of my mother, the high class respectable woman, who has totally submitted, now, to this bunch of perverts, are driving me crazy. These hunks can toy unmercifully with her and abuse her for their own amusement, for their sadistic pleasure.

I feel no more jealousy, only arousal surging through my body; because mom, at my eyes, is just a gorgeous mature woman, played by some sex starved youngster men.

I stay hard as a rock, stroking my dick, till my spunk wets my hand, before dropping in a pool at my feet.

The show continues uninterruptedly, also during lunch time. Mom's clothes are not a barrier for the two wild studs, who can find easily their way under her garments, to fondle, squeeze and maul her white body.

When I come back to the backyard from the kitchen, where I loaded and started the dishwasher, I can see that her nightgown has been thrown on one chair, while the poor little thong, ripped in two, is floating over the water of the pool. Mom has been fully denuded and the two naked blacks, who have arranged for a large sun-mattress in a corner of the deck, have laid her there, between them.

Her feminine grunts and moans fill up the air, while hands and mouths explore playfully any square inch of her silken skin, any hollow and hole of her exquisite body.

It is a feast of tits. Mom's tits: her main tantalizing attraction. And the two guys are giving them all the attention they deserve. She has her lovely breasts thoroughly caressed, licked and sucked, like appetizing melons, by the two men at the same time, till her globes disappear in their voracious mouths. The same treatment follows for her ass cheeks: kneaded, massaged, squeezed and licked by both of them.

They kiss her arms and armpits, they finger her bottom holes in a double contemporaneous penetration.

They rub their dicks all over her body, front and rear side; they make her play with their dicks; they force her to suck the gigantic tools in her small mouth.

And finally they fuck her; first Tom, then Nick. Rapidly and with efficiency, like two professionals of the sex.

At the end of the hard session, mom is totally exhausted.

Nick raises her up easily, as though she is a feather. I watch the couple: woman and man, white and black, mature and young, small and big, sophisticated and rude, housewife and intruder, my mom and her ravisher.

He walks mom slowly, holding her up in his huge arms, around the pool. And mom says something in his ear.

"Sure, Carol, right now!" he exclaims, with a large smile on his face.

And promptly he carries her to the edge of the small bush, beside the pool.

Then he lowers her body, grasps her by the thighs and opens her legs.

"Go ahead, baby!" he orders and she obeys: a golden stream lands on the grass of the path, as she is still held up in the air.

When mom stops peeing, he lifts her again in his arms and reaches the edge of the pool, from where he jumps into the water, with her.

He plays with mom's body for a while, breaking out into loud laughs, which cover her feminine delightful squeals.

Then, satisfied, he climbs the steps out of the pool, still cradling her, and enters the little cabin, without closing the door, so that I can watch all the treatment he gives her, under the shower.

Finally dried, both of them get out and lay in two chairs, sunbathing in the nude.

From the doorway John calls mom and immediately she stands up and walks to him. I can't help to gaze with lustful eyes at her bare ass cheeks, which sway voluptuously, back and forth, at each step.

Mom and the big stud stay in the bedroom for more than one hour and I am surprised to not hear the voices of another fucking session. What are they doing?

Finally they get out and (second surprise!) mom is no more naked: she wears a sheer black negligee. And she walks by her own feet: unusually for her, the big stud is not holding her up, triumphantly, in his arms.

"Hey, guys, listen the news!" John calls out to his friends, approaching them. "Tomorrow we'll get here another chick, to amuse ourselves!"

"Another chick?!" Nick and Tom exclaim in unison, with astonishment. I am surprised, too. Who is the new woman?

"Yes, pals! Another chick! 'Cause our baby" he points at mom "has invited her dear friend Helen. And Helen will join us tomorrow morning! A girl of forty-two years; five feet and a set of double E!"

"Oooohhhh. . . wooowwww. . ." is the enthusiastic comment of the two blacks.

"And if you'll do the right way," John winks at them "she can stay here all the night! Satisfied?"

Of course satisfied!

But now my thoughts run to Helen! Helen here! To the mercy of all these eager studs! Helen! What would say her son, the son of a bitch of Rudy, if he knew that his beloved mom, whose precious tits are his daily proud object of speech with his classmates, has accepted to come here, into a den of ravenous wolves? The right revenge, I think in my mind, for having pounded my mom, the mother of his best friend! Just here, in my house!

"Mom!" I ask her. "Why did you invite Helen?"

"John wants another woman here, and I can't say no to him!" she replies breathlessly. "And, also, I can no more face, alone, all of them!" she indicates the group of stallions, before us. "I cannot survive, like that, another day and night!"

"But what did you tell her?" I am curious to know.

"I said that we have some guests; young, long standing friends of your dad, who are staying here for a couple of days and would like to meet with new people!"

"And she said yes!"

"Oh, it wasn't much difficult to convince her! You know Helen! She is so. . . dynamic! And lively! Especially when it comes to young men! In addition, Frank and Rudy are not at home for all the week!"

"Mom, it sounds great! I want just to remove some of my whims with those big boobs of Aunt Helen!"

"Nasty boy! Aren't my tits enough for you? Indeed, honey, you feasted on them like mad, all night long!"

"Mom, you're always the best, for me! And you know it! But you let Rudy nail you! Why can't I do the same to his mother? Tell me, instead, about the little Jimmy! Is she coming here with him?"

"Nope, don't worry!" she reassures. "Meg, her sister, will take care of him. Meg, also, has a little baby: she will be breastfeeding both of them! Helen will come here alone!"

"Hey! Just a moment!" John intervenes: he has heard our discussion. "Tell me, little pussy! Is Helen still nursing a little baby?"

"Yes, John!" mom answers.

"This means she has a pair of lactating jugs!"

"Yes, of course!"

"And these bosoms are giving a lot of fresh white milk, don't they?" John is really excited. "Lots of fresh milk, for all of us" he nods to his companions "to gorge on a pair of round, fat, succulent sources!"

"John, you are disgusting; you can't talk like this!" mom exclaims, but her words are covered up by the enthusiastic yells of the three studs.

Rudy is served!!

Dinner is over, now, and we are all in the living room, drinking and watching television.

John has guided mom to a large chair, where he has pulled off her flimsy gown, before sitting her sideways, fully naked, on his lap. One of his hands rubs almost absent-mindedly the left side of her body, from shoulder to thigh, while the other one holds a glass of scotch.

Then, after half an hour, he stands up, cradling mom in his arms.

"The girl sleeps with me, tonight!" he grins, kissing the silken flesh of her inner boobs. "You guys will get your fun tomorrow, from the new gal!"

And with that he carries mom, like a virgin bride, to her marital bedroom.

I follow the couple few seconds later and by the time I am on the doorway, they are already in bed: John seated against the back of the bed, mom positioned astride him. As usual, his hands are grasping her tits, his palms and fingers massaging the tender flesh.

"These twins are amazing!" he tells me. "Fresh, smooth and large sized, like heavy melons! Incredible for such a small, old bitch!"

Her hands are over his and she gazes up interrogatively to his face.

"Let us alone, boy!" he says. "I want to taste and entertain the little bimbo like she deserves, by myself!"

"Please, John, don't fuck me again, tonight!" mom pleas softly. "I've had hard times, with you and your friends. Now give me some rest, please!"

"Okay, baby! I'll use only my hands and mouth on these fleshy boobies and this sweet mini pussy!" One hand continues to squeeze her tit, while the other one has reached her crotch, rummaging the soft labia with his fingers.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhh. . . " she ululates.

"And I'll make you giggle and grunt of joy, like never before in all of your fifty-two years and lots of silly lovers, mistress Blum!"

He handles her like a doll, enjoying her moans.

"I'm going to make you my submissive slave! Tonight, mistress Blum, you will beg me to take you every day and every way, to use your mature body for my and your amusement, to treat you like the little nasty whore you are, to order any dirty thing I want from you!"

His fingers are mercilessly rolling her exposed clit and nipple, getting soft little whines of pleasure from her.

"You are going to squeal like a piggy, little Carol! 'Cause you're no more an arrogant wife! You're my tasty obedient girlfriend, my juicy slut!!" His hand lands, with a loud smack, on her right boob, making it swing on her chest.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. . . myyyyyyyy. . . " she shrieks.

"I'm your daddy, mistress Blum! Your strong big daddy! Don't forget it!"

"Yeah. . . yeah. . . my daddy. . . I know. . . you're my daddy!" mom says obediently.

"And your lover, too!"

"My lover. . . yeah. . . yeah. . . I'm yours!"

"And I can do anything I want to you! Okay?"

"Yes, daddy! Anything you want!"

"Nice girl, little Carol!" he exclaims, before licking her tit. "And do you know want I want? Do you know what I'll do tomorrow?"

"What . . . what . . . you want. . . to. . . tomorrow?" she mumbles.

"Tomorrow, mistress Blum, you'll be totally enslaved!" he says emphatically. "I'll let my buddies play with you, then you'll get lesbian fun from your friend Helen, before I'll be fucking both of you in front of everybody, with my big tool. And finally, lady, I'll make both of you sluts pissing yourselves on the deck, like two little babies, for all of us watching! Understand?"

Wooohhh!!! The best revenge towards that bullshit of Rudy! I'm really curious to see his precious mom being debased by this mountain of muscles, by this monster of cock! Pissing openly! What a sight! I'll take pictures of it, before mailing them to him.

I am indulging in these thoughts, when I close the door and reach my room, leaving them alone.

During a couple of hours their voices resound in my ears: John's sharp commands and loud laughs, mixed to mom's high pitched shrieks and feminine giggles.

I am figuring mom feasted by that hunk of a stud, his hands and mouth exploring and devouring any private recess of her delicious mature body: it brings me (and not only once) to the brink of cumming, it moves the sperm in my balls along my cock shaft, it makes me spurt again and again.

Till, finally, the house becomes silent and I fall in a deep sleep, exhausted.

Twelve hours later, when all of us are swimming naked in the pool, John appears, holding mom up on the crook of his muscled arm. He is wearing a pair of shorts, while mom, her bouncy tits jutting out in all their gorgeous nudity, is only clad in a green g-string thong.

Amazing sight! He walks her with ease around the deck, as though he is carrying a little doll, proud to show her off. And I get another erection.

"Finally, at last!" Nick exclaims. "Daddy and his lovely child!" He jumps out of the pool, approaching the couple.

"How was the night with the girl, pal?" he asks, broking out in a big laugh.

"Delightful!! A gorging of tits and pussy juices!" John replies, fondling one of her boobs. "You squeeze her flesh and the old chick screams and creams all over! A real sex bombshell, who deserves always a good treatment from her men! And she got the good treatment: the titty fuck of her life!! Now she's yours, 'cause I'm going to welcome the new babe!"

In a quick motion, Nick pulls mom away from John's embrace.

"Come here, baby!" he exclaims, scooping her up and walking to the pool, where he jumps into the water, with his giggling, delicious trophy in his arms.

(Scott's narration stops here)

The red city-car crosses the sliding door and enters the Blum's property.

The driver is a stunning female in her early forties; beautiful face, pale blue eyes, cute little nose, big full lips, her hair tied in a long ponytail.

Helen wears a green sleeveless tight blouse, closed by only two buttons over the prominent hills of a generous set of breasts; her round fleshy arms are exposed in all their sensual nudity. A very short skirt provides an ample view of her well-shaped thighs. Her small feet are encased in a pair of white sport shoes.

A towering male figure emerges from the shadow and opens the driver's door.

"Welcome to us, beauty!" John says, with a broad grin on his face.

In my drafts, the series ends here.

If you liked my story and now you want to read more, about the "pool party" between two mature busty women and four young bullies, put here, please, your suggestions and/or send me, by e-mail, your feedback.

If I'll get some positive votes, preferences and, mainly, many approval's comments, I can continue my work. If not, many thanks to everybody for your attention: from my part, I can assure you that I always did my best.
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