Author's Note
Again a Chapter of the busty Carol's adventures.
Carol Blum, a married brunette 52yo and her son Scott, 18yo, have just started, in secret, an incestuous liaison, though she has not yet allowed him to go into a full sexual relationship.
One evening the house is invaded by a group of four escaped convicts; one white and three black men. They capture the entire family and repeatedly rape the woman. Then the husband is sent away, together with one of the intruders, whilst Carol and Scott remain in the house, at the mercy of three young (in their early twenties), big, sex starved guys. The white one of them, in particular, whose name is John (a giant of more than seven feet tall), takes advantage of the mature, short lady, who is sexually and verbally abused in front of her son.
The incestuous attraction between Carol and Scott is easily found out: this increases the lustful desires of the three fugitives. The woman, on the other hand, is not a faithful wife. Her marital life is full of escapades and she regularly cuckolds her husband, mainly with younger, tall man. In fact, after some initial shyness (due to the presence of her son), she is not too much reluctant to accept the rough, sexual sessions with John and his black companions (Nick and Tom).
In the last Chapter Carol, after an erotic dinner, is taken by the two black guys and repeatedly fucked, in front of everybody, in the backyard and in the swimming pool. Then, she is passed on to John, who carries her, in his arms, inside the house. Scott follows him.
All the Characters are over eighteen years old.
Scott (watching son) is the narrator (present tense).
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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.
