"AAAAWWWH!" Elena didn't care if every other guest on the whole floor could hear her abandoned shrieks of joy. All that mattered was the exquisite torture of the huge black cock driving into her ass from above, stretching her to her limit.
She knelt in the middle of the big round spa tub in her hotel suite, soapy water splashing up over her thighs and belly and tits and sloshing onto the floor as she twisted and bucked like a lioness in heat. A giant Curaçaoan whose name she'd already forgotten crouched above her, feet planted on either side of her hips, bracing his hands on the marble lip of the tub, relentlessly drilling down into her pink asshole. His full, dangling balls slapped wetly against her asscheeks with every lusty downward stroke, her well-lubricated sphincter making a loud sucking noise every time he pulled back out.
"You're fucking killing me!" she grunted through gritted teeth, nearly out of breath from the effort of holding herself up against his anal onslaught. Still she pushed up hard to meet his savage thrusts, desperate to impale herself more fully on his plundering shaft.
"Bullshit. Don't listen to her," Justin chuckled, flashing the stranger a high sign.
Elena's son sat on the marble rim of the tub in front of her, his hard cock rearing up between his widespread legs. His cock was mere inches from her face, the slit still dripping cum and spit from having unloaded in his mother's mouth just minutes before. "You just keep reaming her out the way you're doing. If you pull out, you're likely to hear language from that sexy mouth that'll make all her cussing now sound like a nun's prayers."
Elena had paged Justin back to the hotel just after she'd had to send Alex on his way back to his mother. Fortunately, when she called Justin had just picked up Jakim, or Johann, or whatever the giant's name was. She often sent her son on such missions when they traveled. Determined to live life to the fullest, she made sure to sample all the local delicacies in a new city. Fine wines. Exotic foods. Strange cock.
Justin knew his mother's sexual tastes better than any other man alive, and he never failed her. Having agreed to work young Alex into a horny frenzy and then turn him over to his mother for the rest of the day, Elena had anticipated a need for the relief of even more constant fucking than Justin could provide. And so, off Justin went to scour the brickyards and bars and shipyards of Willemstad.
This particular stud, whose name happened to be Jaheem, was at least six-foot-eight and had the rough physique of a bull, with massive muscles and a barrel body built by a life of constant manual labor. Jaheem had been hanging with a crowd down at the harbor, waiting for work unloading a tanker, when Justin discovered him and described an alternative means of earning a few hundred guilders today, Jaheem had laughed out loud and squeezed into the back of Justin's cab with a cursory wave to his mystified friends.
Jaheem was having the greatest afternoon of his life. He felt some dismay, knowing that when he bragged to his pub mates later of banging the beauteous Elena Kuchen they would not believe him. But, pleasuring himself in the cock-choking, buttery furnace of her anal fuck-shute, he decided that reputation was not so always so important a thing after all.
Not when he could watch Elena's slender shoulders and back flex and shiver and feel her inner muscles rippling to draw more jism from his balls.
Justin wound a soaking handful of his mother's flame-red hair around his fingers and pulled her face toward his cock. He nodded a signal to Jaheem, having quickly established a code with the stevedore.
Jaheem reared back, pulling his cock completely out of Elena's ass, breaking their seal with an audible pop.
Justin yanked Elena's head backward, tipping her face up to his prick. The tip of her nose touched his seeping cock-slit.
Jaheem shoved his hips forward, plunging all the way back into the depths of Elena's ass.
"OHMMMYG-GOD--" Her exclamation of pleasure was cut short by her son's cock-head slipping in between her lush lips, plugging her mouth with hot hard flesh again. Justin rocked his hips slowly, sinking his prick down her throat an inch at a time.
"There you go, Mother," Justin soothed. "The way you like it, yah? Cocks in two holes at once. Do you think that maybe later our new friend Alex will join us, to make it three?"
Elena's entire body jerked like a fish hooked on a line as a sudden orgasm tore through her. Grateful tears rolled down her cheeks.
Having achieved a lifestyle in which she could demand whatever she wished from most anyone she chose, Elena had discovered that being dominated triggered her sexuality like nothing else on Earth. Being pushed to her physical limit thrilled her. Her son understood that.
Justin's public posture of spoiled resentment and contempt for his mother was exactly that--a pose, designed to deflect attention from their constant companionship and from his dedication to fulfilling her every whim. Like most men in her orbit, Justin worshipped Elena.
He always had, as any good son would have in his place.
His mother had sealed his lifelong devotion years ago, by throwing a lavish eighteenth birthday party for him. Staged at a very private retreat in Cyprus, the gala had been a full-blown orgy. The exclusive guest list consisted of a dozen of Elena's closest girlfriends, well-known actresses and cover models, and a hand-picked dozen of her favorite, most reliable studs.
That list included Justin's father, the footballer. Elena had never married him, and their time together as a celebrity couple had been brief, but throughout the years they had remained the most intimate of friends.
That evening, at a torch-lit celebration in the hotel's main garden, amid the cheers and applause of the assembled friends and luminaries, Elena had mounted Justin and taken his cherry. By that time everyone had been naked and fucking for hours, but the spectacle of one of the world's most beautiful women riding her own son's remarkable cock, the very mirror of his famous father's, had spurred them on to fresh heights of fuck-lust.
That night, Justin fucked two Oscar-winning actresses and a big-titted Dame of the British Empire who was old enough to be his grandmother but still stunning in pearls and heels and nothing else. And then there had been assorted runway models and a "teen queen" with a hit series on a family-friendly network who was actually twenty and, in addition to her cute bangs and pig-tails, sported a collection of enough nipple, clit, and labia piercings to set off every metal detector in an international airport.
As dawn broke, Justin and his father finally double-penetrated his wildly howling, climaxing mother. It was a dream come true for Elena. For Justin, it was a way of thanking her for being the world's best mother, as well as the beginning of what became a family bonding tradition that continued to this day whenever the three of them got together, anywhere in the world.
"Awwwmmmmph,"
Elena moaned around Justin's cock, coming again and again as he and Jaheem thrust in and out of her slick mouth and asshole in an alternating rhythm.
Jaheem, a man of few words, announced at length, "I have to cum again."
"Let 'er blow, man. I'm about there myself."
