Tonight was the masquerade party that Josh's parents were throwing for him, in honor of his graduating from high school. He had been back in New Orleans for a couple days and was just getting settled in at home. He was on a three-month long break from the exclusive private school that he attended. He was looking forward to relaxing during his long break.
By the time he arrived, the party was in full swing. Guests were swarming in and out of his mother's immaculately groomed rose garden. Josh wore the mask that his parents gave him, explaining that he, as the guest of honor, would be the only one who wore a ‘Phantom of the Opera' mask.
He made his entrance through the French doors opening out onto the patio. He was overwhelmed by the excitement he felt in the atmosphere as the guests cheered, and held up their glasses when he entered the garden. He joined the festivities and tried to guess who was who in the crowd. It was not an easy task, almost everyone wore big feathery masks that covered their eyes and nose and forehead. He looked for his Mom and sisters but hadn't found them yet when his father approached him.
"Josh - - Hey, Josh - - Can you go get me a case of wine from the cellar in the guest house?" Bob asked his son. "I hate to ask you, but, you know I can't carry those cases up the stairs," Bob explained to his son, and couldn't help it when a roguish grin crept across his face.
"Sure Pop, I'll be back right back." Josh told his father before turning to make his way down the dark winding path off the back of the garden.
He carefully followed the small stone pathway through the dense fog that inched its way up from the nearby swamp that night. It hung low, clinging close to the ground, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front him. Josh had to rely on the hazy amber glow coming from the small windows in the old guest house to guide him in the right direction.
Josh knew his father had been using the old place as his photography studio for years. It had always been off limits to him and his sisters, so he was a bit surprised when his dad asked him to go out there, for any reason.
He found his way to the side of the old house through the dense fog. Passing by the window, he caught a glimpse of someone moving inside the house. Opening the side door, he went in to investigate. Peering around the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. Afraid to even breathe, he saw a tall red headed woman dressed up in some kind of black leather get-up and wearing a huge strap-on cock. She appeared to be giving someone a brutal fucking. He could not tell who they were because they were both wearing big feathery masks, like everyone at the party. Curiously, he held his breath and moved in closer to get a better view.
Once he inched his way into the dark kitchen, Josh froze, hiding in the shadows. He stared in awe at the tall redhead, who wore a black leather harness that crisscrossed around her chest. Her heavy cantaloupe-sized breasts jutted out from the strappy outfit. Free from any encumbrance, the large melons jumped every time she thrust her hips at her.
Looking at the poor woman on the sofa, Josh could tell she was much shorter, a petite little thing compared to the tall redhead. Her short brown hair was done up in pigtails, tied with red ribbons. She wore a short red mini-skirt and white thigh-high hose that was garnished with small red bows around the top. She looked like a sexy little school girl, with her white shirt and shiny black oxford shoes.
He looked back at the redhead. The woman's slim hips were almost child like, flaring out just a bit from her small waist. She wore a tiny black thong that did nothing to hide her sweet little heart-shaped ass. Her high-heeled black boots went halfway up her luscious thighs, and they made her appear to be taller than most men. Her long auburn hair swayed sensuously against her bare hips with each movement she made.
He almost fell over when he heard what was being said as they fucked.
"Take that cock, you little slut!" The tall redhead yelled as she bucked violently at her tiny cunt.
The woman dressed as a school-girl was kneeling on the sofa, bent over, with her plump little behind up in the air. She quickly buried her face in the sofa cushions when the redhead yelled at her. Josh could make out muffled grunting noises coming from her with each violent thrust from the big rubber cock.
The tall woman gave her a slap on the behind and continued to say the nastiest things. "Tell momma you like her big hard cock in your pussy!"
The little woman turned her head and tried to answer, but it was too late. The redhead looked angry as she quickly pulled the big cock from her pussy. She lifted the cock up high and swung down hard, making a loud slapping sound when it hit the woman's fleshy behind.
Josh could see the big red imprint rise to the surface of her ivory flesh, just seconds after the vicious blow.
"Turn over slut!" she ordered. "Momma wants to see that little pussy!"
The small woman howled in pain, but quickly recovered and rolled onto her back.
"Spread them!" the tall lady told the little brunette.
The woman dressed as a school-girl spread her legs wide open, holding them in her arms presenting her pussy to the tall lady.
Josh felt his cock throbbing against his tight blue jeans. He had never seen anything like this in his life. He swallowed hard, anxious to see what would happen next. He quietly unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his pants. Slipping his hand into his underwear, he stroked his rock hard dick.
"Oooooow!" The little one screamed when the tall redhead lifted the big fake cock and slapped it against her tiny cunt.
"I said open up! - - I want to see that little clit!" the red head yelled.
The woman on the couch pulled her pussy lips apart until her little clit stuck out.
"That's a good girl," cooed the tall woman, reaching down to pinch the her swollen clit between her fingers. "Momma's got a surprise for you," she told her, turning to grab something off the coffee table.
When she turned, she paused for a split second, and Josh thought he was caught. His heart raced, waiting to see if she would call him out of his hiding place, as he stood there watching from the shadowy kitchen.
Turning back to what she was doing, the redhead lifted a shiny metal thing with a long silver chain on it. He watched as she squeezed the thing open and clamped it onto the woman's little pussy. Josh almost jumped out of his skin, startled by the shrill sounding noise when she screamed, shrieking in pain.
He heard her speak for the first time. "Oooow! - - Momma No! - - Please momma, I'll be good! - - I promise, I will! - - Take it off, it hurts, momma! - - Pleeease!" she cried, still screaming in pain.
The tall woman smiled. Ignoring the other's pleas, she bent down and gave the woman a quick lick along the length of her pussy, before standing and taking aim with the big cock.
"Momma will make it all better, baby," she cooed, as she rammed the huge cock into her again with one hard thrust.
It stretched her so wide that Josh thought it would rip her in two. He watched as the tiny pussy took the length of the big fake cock. The redhead grunted with each hard thrust into the other woman's pussy. He wondered if the women were playing a game or if they were really related. ‘Could a mother actually fuck her own daughter like that?' He doubted it was possible. As he watched, the cock disappeared again and again in her small cunt. The cock was stretching her painfully open to accommodate its massive girth as it was being brutally thrust into her tiny pussy. Josh inhaled deeply, catching his breath in his throat. He was still fisting his cock in his pants, just about to cum when he heard the tall woman speak.
"Get over here Josh!" she demanded, bucking her hips into her.
Too stunned to move, Josh stood there frozen in place. She saw him! He thought about running, but the redhead already knew who he was. ‘How the hell, does she know who I am?' he thought to himself. He tried to compose himself, pulling his pants together. Just as he got them zipped, the woman interrupted him.
She was yelling at him. "Get over here, NOW!" she ordered. "You need to learn how to listen! Leave that cock where it is son, we'll take care of it," she told him, not missing a beat while she fucked in and out of the small woman still impaled on her big fake cock.
Josh hesitantly stepped out of the shadow thinking. ‘How did she know what I was doing?' He finally spoke aloud. "Um, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to - to, um..." he stuttered, and then added, "I've got to go... My Dad is waiting for a case of wine."
"Too late for that now!" she told him reaching for the woman's legs to hold them open wide. "Come here, there's something I want you to see - - And, besides, maybe Sara here, would like to see a real cock," she added with a mischievous chuckle, continuing to fuck the big dick in and out of her little hole.
"Wouldn't you Sara?" she asked. "You want a real cock, Sara?" she asked again, tugging on the silver clamp painfully squeezing her clit.
"Yesss!" Sara howled. "Uhhhh, oh, Momma!"
"Not yet Sara, you'll cum when I tell you to!" the red head told her sternly.
