Young Studs for Carol Ch. 04

In twenty minutes I fixed, in emergency, the fuel pump and put Nancy (her name) in condition to drive. She was really happy; she didn't believe that a teenager was so expert. Nancy gave me her cell number.

"Call me and I'll offer you an afternoon tea at my pool and a swim, if you like it!" she said, kissing my cheek.

Three days later, I knocked at the door of her house. A rich one, indeed, full of any kind of up-to-date equipment, paintings on the walls, carpets on the floors, lots of couches. Many rooms inside and an amazing large pool in the backyard; a couple of cabins, some lounges and outdoor couches on the deck and a green area all around.

The place is about thirty miles far from here.

She welcomed me with an inviting smile and a light kiss, kind of peck, on my lips; she had worn a nice bathrobe she had fixed with a cloth belt around the hips.

A brief tour of the house, then Nancy drove me outside. She told me that she was living there alone, since the divorce, and that her son, sometimes, visited her.

She offered me a cold drink, then she sat on the arm rest of the couch; when she crossed her legs, I glimpsed at the red bikini bottom; and at her fleshy thighs, obviously. Man, they were shapely! White, smooth, no trace of cellulite: the woman was a bombshell! And the better had still to come!

"I don't see any bag. Didn't you bring your swimsuit with you?" she said interrogatively.

"Yes, Nancy, of course I have it!" And with no hesitation I went to the cabin, where I removed my shirt and jeans, remaining in only a pair of swimming trunks.

When I returned to the couch, I was kind of breathless for some instants: Nancy had undressed herself down to her bikini.

Bikini? It was the smallest piece of cloth I've ever seen on a woman's body. The old bitch well knew how to turn on her men! Three small triangles, two over the tits and one over her crotch, held in place by some narrow strings: nothing more! The rest was a perfectly shaped mass of inviting, juicy flesh, which seemed to be just waiting for a good licking and sucking.

My cock hardened and pushed my swimsuit out, as I approached her.

She noticed my bulge and, in a teasing tone: "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

I circled her waist with my hands, feeling the warm silky skin with my palms. She responded by pushing her full tits against my chest.

"Nancy, you're gorgeous!" I exclaimed, and bent my head for a kiss; she crushed her lips to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth: she was sweet and warm. I clutched my body against hers, as my fingers reached the back of her neck, untying the knot of one pair of strings of her bikini top.

When we separated from our embrace, the thin straps hung free from the two small cups: only the second pair of strings, around her back, avoided her melons spilling out free in the air.

I grabbed the two spaghetti straps with one hand, letting her think I was starting to pull them down and bare her breasts.

"You dirty boy!" she said, feigning a tone of reprimand. "Just like the others! Do you want to see my big tits, don't you? Little young perv!"

But I took her by surprise: instead of pulling down the straps, I slid my free hand on her tummy and inserted two fingers into the small patch which covered her twat; then I pulled out, just to let my eyes gaze at her hidden flesh.

Jeeeeezzzz, pal, do you belive me if I tell you that no hair covered her pussy? She was bald like a little girl! Her outer lips were totally displayed, in a delight of pink skin.

"It's my lover's workout. He wants me going hairless and he shaves me!" And, to confirm it, she raised her arms and revealed her delicious armpits. "Do you see? He makes me here, too!"

I was incredulous: she let a man going so deeply into her intimity? What a slut! What a sexy older slut! My cock claimed its food: I couldn't wait!

I grabbed her body and, with ease, I picked her up.

"What a fury!!" she yelled, as I cradled her like a child in my arms, walking around the pool to the deep end.

She understood what I was ready to do and she tried to stop me, but her struggles excited me even more. She was mine, and she knew it very well.

In the meantime, one tit had burst out of her loosened top and now it wobbled, like a gelatinous mound, on her chest. I bent my face down and placed some gentle kisses all over her generous flesh, sucking and licking one long nipple, while she giggled like a young girl mouthed by her first date.

The spongy taste of her rich boob drove me to heaven: without hesitation, I jumped in the water with her.

And then the fun began.

During the next ten minutes I carried her, back and forth, from one to the other side, enjoying the feeling of her body in my hands. At the beginning she tried to squirm free from my grasp, but when she understood that I was too strong for her, she let me press her into my embrace. Despite her age, she had the skin and the flesh of a teen girl: smooth, soft, tight and unwrinkled.

One after one, I pulled the small pieces of cloth off her body; first the top, which flew high in the air and landed by the sun-mattress on the poolside; then the bottom, which floated on the water's surface.

When she was totally naked, like a newborn, I reached for my trunks and yanked them off. My thick weapon sprang out as hard as an iron shaft.

Her heavy melons danced rhythmically in front of my mouth and I took advantage: my lips feasted on her mature lovely jugs, nipples and titflesh, like she was my banquet to savor; and my hands manipulated any portion of her sweet body. When my palm cupped her bare pussy, she writhed and gazed at me with an imploring expression.

Now her giggles, moans and squeals filled up the air. My thumb searched and finally found her love nub. I rubbed it, while my finger tip pressed against the pussy hole. For the first time in my life I was playing with an older woman who could be my mother, making her wriggle and squirm like a schoolgirl.

Easily as though I was working on a butter pot, my whole finger slid into the cavity, caressing the tender walls of her channel. Her legs and arms convulsed at the intrusion, kicking in the water.

I didn't stop: a second, a third finger and finally all my hand entered her.

"Oh my god, oh my god!!" she yelled. Then she jerked and surrendered to her first orgasm.

With one hand around her shoulders and the other one still inserted in her vagina, I continued to devour her mammaries, I don't know for how much time.

My powerful action had won any resistance: now she was helping me. When I withdrew my lips from her breasts and my fist from her pussy, she offered to my famished mouth her fleshy arms, underarms and armpits: I accepted the invitation.

Then I put my open palms on her tight asscheeks and lifted her up, till she could wrap her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist. My lips were again free to run over her white torso, in search of the food of those delicious ripe melons.

"Suck them, lick them, I love it!!" She screamed, as I carried her to the edge of the pool, where I sat her down. The heavy boobs swayed like bells and I couldn't help to chew on her milkers with my teeth. When I spread her thighs, she leaned back and let me slurp on her pussy.

"Please, please!!" she moaned, as my lips caressed her clit, before flicking it with my tongue.

Scott, trust me: that bitch had a fountain in her sex pot: I was still working on her twat, when a jet of her nectar shot out in the air and hit my face, before entering my mouth and being swallowed. It was sweet like honey, sweet like fruit juice. Shaking all over, the older slut trembled, creamed and screamed: I had made her cum.

The babe had a body which was a triumph of flesh and my cock was on fire. In a quick motion, I pulled her up and back into the water. My hands cupped her tight ass and lifted her up, tightening her to my body. When her hands were again around my neck, I let her slide down: my erect dick easily penetrated her hole. Her eyes widened in excitement, her breasts thrust out and her legs quivered, as my hard shaft was sucked into her pulsating tunnel.

She screamed and I fucked her in full control, bouncing her small gorgeous body on my erection: up and down, up and down. She pressed her cunt to my scrotum and arched her upper body backwards: my cock head touched the ring of her cervix. She was not a big weight, so I could support her frame with one hand around her waist and, at the same time, play with the other one over her gelatinous titflesh.

I carried her to the pool stairs, firmly impaled on my cock, our mouths locked together, her breath becoming ragged: she mewled and purred like a kitten. Still mauling the twin melons with my hand, I brought her out of the water to the sun-mattress on the poolside, where I deposited her.

I put her legs on my shoulders and grabbed her tits; then I started pumping her pussy for at least fifteen minutes, as she cum like a racehorse and squealed like a baby pig.

She was trembling and shaking in waves after waves of pleasure, as my big pole stretched her cunt. When finally I erupted and flooded her insides, she arched her back in a last guttural scream and passed out.

I dislodged my dick from her love cavity and stood up. The bitch was laying at my feet, totally exposed in her nudity. I gazed, in pride, at the result of my work; I had finished her off: not a teen girl my age, but an experienced woman, a much older housewife I had dominated with my young virility.

At these thoughts, I felt my fluids boiling over: the milf was done, but I was still erect and I wanted to leave my mark on that luscious, perfect, clean body she used to offer during her sex games.

I knelt beside her supine frame, pointing my shaft directly to her face. My cum hit her cheek and ran down to her neck; then I spurted again and again. My load continued to land on her nose, her mouth, her chin, till a white slime coated her unblemished skin. I reserved the last ones to her breasts. I lifted one tit by the nipple and presented it to my cock head: a gush of jism splattered over the round flesh. The second tit got the same treatment.

Now I was completely drained and the bitch had received all the stuff. I entered a cabin for a revitalizing shower: after the torrid session, the warm water was a relief to my sore muscles and I enjoyed it for a long time. When I was finished drying myself and I was dressed again, I got out of the cabin.

The woman was still on the same position, totally destroyed by my endless stamina. A large, dark stain on the mattress, just under her crotch, was the result of her bladder's release; in her state of unconsciousness, the woman had pissed herself and now her cunt was a mess: a mixture of our sex fluids and her pee. "What would say her lover and her son if they could see her now, in this condition?" I thought.

I approached her, for a better look, and I noticed the skimpy bikini top I had made fly from the pool. I picked it up.

The bitch opened her eyes.

"My god, boy, you have really done me!" she mumbled.

"Not yet, lady! I hadn't done your ass. Next time! Now I have to leave, because I'm late: my girlfriend is waiting for me! And this stuff is mine!" I showed her the small bikini top in my hands. "You don't need it!".

And with that I left.

End of Rudy's story.

Scott was silent for a good minute, as his friend looked at him stealthily, with a little smile on his face.

The description of the torrid session between Rudy and the older Nancy had stimulated his libido and only one person, his mom, could calm down him.

"I'm going, now," Scott said, abruptly.

"The chicks are waiting for us! Did you forget?" His friend tried to dissuade him from his decision, but he was unyielding.

"Okay, buddy, hope you have a better evening at home!" Rudy winked at him. Did he know the Blum's secrets? Scott didn't care.

At home, he caught mom at the poolside, lying on a deck chair, totally nude, as she used when she was alone. The earlier return of her son had taken her by surprise, but she couldn't cover herself, because she had left in the cabin the micro thong she wrapped around her hips when she spent her time at pool with Scott.

The boy didn't lose time: in few seconds he tore off all his clothes and stood naked in front of Carol: his erect, thick dick was talking better than any words.

"What's the hell, son?" she said harshly. The strict rule she had imposed in their incestuous liaison was to avoid any full nudism, with only one exception: when she let him watch and towel her naked body off, after she had bathed or showered herself.

"Mom, I want to fuck you!" Scott exclaimed, approaching her.

"Son, stop with that! Don't forget what we agreed!"

Their agreement was that he could indulge only to petting with her: hands and mouth yes, but no penetration. Only before his departure to college, in the next two months, and after she had verified his stable attraction, she would have given herself to full sex with him.

Reluctanctly, Scott put on his pants and Carol rewarded him with a large smile, followed by a passionate kiss.

"Mom, your small body makes me crazy!"

"This means that you naughty boy are turned on by your mommy? It's a shame!" she said, in a provoking tone. His cock hardened.

Now her naked pliable boobs pressed against his chest, the twin wrinkled milkers poking deliciously into his skin, like small stones. The boy's right hand circled the back of her knees, the left one went around her shoulders and mom was easily scooped up by her son.

Her heavy tits swayed and bounced, like mounds of jello.

The woman squealed, saying "nooooo" in her childlike, inviting voice, as her son carried her, like a baby, to the pool edge.

Few steps and he jumped into the water with her: Rudy had been a good teacher.

For fifteen minutes they played in the pool, like kids. Scott's hands took possession of any part of mom's body, squeezing, fondling, manipulating and kissing everywhere. He walked with her to the deep end, making fun of her diminutive height: her feet couldn't touch the floor and she had to be held up by him.

For fifteen minutes Carol's joyous shrieks resounded in the air. Then the game ended with a long kiss they exchanged, with mom always cradled by her son, before getting out of the water, still embraced to him. Scott gently deposited her naked body on the pool side.

"Thank you, mom!" he said.

"Thank you, son!" she echoed.

"I need a shave," Carol said, when they toweled in one of the cabins. A small tuft of hair, on her pubes, had started growing and she had to get rid of it: she didn't want to lose one of her best attractions: a clean, soft, flavoured pussy. All the men she received in her bed were sexually aroused by a mature, small woman, with those baby like genitals.

"I want to shave you, mom!" Scott had no hesitation in his voice.

"What do you mean, honey?" Carol replied, surprised by his request.

"Exactly what I said, mom! Let me shave you! Now!"

"Okay, honey!" After all, he had already seen her naked and felt her body. Nothing wrong if he added another step into her intimacy.

He took her by the hand and together they entered the house and went to the bathroom.

She sat on the tub's edge and opened her legs, as the boy knelt in front of her, between her inviting thighs.

"Be careful, son!" she warned him.

"No worry, mommy! I don't want to ruin this lovely pussy!" He bent down and kissed the pink folds of her labia. She gave a little shudder.

Then he rubbed the shaving cream over her mound and around her vagina; when he touched her clit, the little nub hardened. A soft moan escaped her mouth.

Scott picked up the razor and carefully started shaving mom's tender skin; he stretched her lips, first one and then the other one, before removing any trace of hair from them; mom was wiggling delightfully.

When he completed his work, not a single hair affected the perfect cleanliness of her cunt.

"Mom, you have been served," he said proudly. His palm caressed her smooth soft pussy skin, as his middle finger checked the love hole and the love walls, relishing the tenderness of her available flesh.

Without a word, she put her hands under his armpits, pulled him up and her mouth searched his, to give a grateful kiss on his lips.

"I want a shower with you, mom," he said.

"My god, honey, what happens to you, today?" He was already leading her to the large shower cabin.

"You're gorgeous, mommy!" he exclaimed, removing his pants in front of Carol. His cock burst out of its confinements, proudly swaying in the air.

"Scott!!!" she scolded, but she was not really angry.

"Mom. . . you. . . you. . ." The boy stammered; and the tip of his prick was already wet from the oozing pre-cum.

"Ohhhhh. . . baby. . .!" Carol's surprise lasted few seconds: her son needed her help and she had to do something. For the first time in their relationship, and quite automatically, she knelt in front of him and pressed her mouth at the head of his pulsating cock.

He moaned at her tender touch, while his shaft tried to search its way through the opening of her warm lips.

Her little tongue darted and swirled around the aroused skin, but she didn't suck: she was not yet ready to swallow the incestuous cream. Her small hands squeezed gently the young balls, then her fingers circled his throbbing meat, running back and forth on it, with expertness.

"Mom. . . oh mom. . . yeeeessss. . .!!" The first stream erupted, like lava from a volcano, splattering her face, staining her eyebrows, her nose, her neck.

Before gushing again, he reached out and cupped his palms around the bottom side of her abundant boobs, to lift them against the source of his spunk. The new jets spurted out more powerfully, and a sticky white semen flooded her cleavage, finally covering the entire surface of her breasts.

"My god, baby, watch what you did!" she yelled, looking at all this sperm over her own body.

"Mommy. . . ohhhhh, mommy!" Both of them stood up, his spent penis hanging from his hairy crotch. He bent his head down and kissed her mouth: the stink of his recent cum could be clearly noticed on her face.

When their lips separated, he opened the tap and the warm water started running over their bodies.

Scott disengaged the faucet sprayer from its support and directed it to her face, the base of her neck, her shoulders and then up and down her arms. He raised them, one at a time, by her wrists, and spread the water over her armpits. He lifted her tits, one at a time, by the nipples, and sprayed thoroughly the round melons, without forgetting some eager kisses on the bottom side of each succulent globe. The woman was totally available to her aroused son.

Her body was a painting and he was the painter. The jets hit her stomach, her navel and her tummy. When he went to her pussy, his fingers played with her pulsating lips, before watering the pink folds. He painted her well shaped, fleshy thighs, her legs, calves, ankles, feet and toes.

Then he turned her around and worked the sprayer on her back, upper and lower side, up to the deliciously jutting spheres of her twin buns. His free hand gave a firm squeeze to the upturned flesh and his mouth ran over the smooth skin, tonguing the ass cleavage and the wrinkled orifice of her anus.

When he finished spraying all over her frame, and any trace of his sperm disappeared, he directed the water streams up and down his own body, especially to his hairy crotch; then he repositioned the faucet and poured some soap, from a bottle, into a washcloth.

"Let me go to the toilet, first!" She stopped him. "I have to pee!"

"And so? Where is the problem, mom? Do it here!" Scott said, with a captivating voice.