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Scott was still shaking as his mother led him up into her bedroom. It was morning and the bed was yet undone, which was just as well considering. Smiling, her lips still glistening from the incredible blow-job she had treated him to in the kitchen, She sat him on the bed and stepped back a few paces. This was going to be their first time together as more than simply mother and son, and she had decided to make it as special for her him as she could. Turning to face away from him she slid her fingers along the bottom of the thin pink tank-top that she had purposely chosen that day to accentuate her large, pillowy breasts. Slowly, very slowly, she pulled it off, sliding it up over her head to reveal her mature yet perfect curves to him one teasing inch at a time. She closed her eyes and smiled as she heard her Scott gasping behind her, and the tell-tale sound of his hand sliding up and down along his hardened cock.
Diane bent over slightly, cupping her breasts in her palms, as she swirled her hips suggestively for him. Her nipples had already grown into hard little nibs as the sinful excitement of the moment seeped into her. She squeezed them softly between her fingertips thinking of Scott’s lips wrapped warmly around them, suckling them now just like he did when he was little. Sucking on them as a man would. She began hypnotizing him with slow, suggestive circles of her ass as her thoughts trailed off to his massive cock. A massive cock which was throbbing and twitching desperately in his hand. The very thought of that monster between his thighs was already getting her super wet and the thin cotton of her shorts was already growing dark with her leaking pussy-juices. She wanted nothing more than to simply turn around and mount that beast, impaling herself on her son’s staff like the cock-hungry whore she was. But she had promised herself to take this slowly. Despite his never-ending sex-battles with his sister, Devon, Scott was still a virgin to real sex and she wanted to make this special for him. Very special.
Next, she slid her fingers down along her belly to undo the buttons on her jean-shorts. They were the tightest pair she owned, and she was grateful she could still fit into them after forty-some-odd years. She slid them down along her firm legs, shaven and waxed smooth especially for today. She was not wearing any underwear except for the completely soaked panties that slid down with her shorts. Smiling her most confident smile she turned around, gloriously naked, to face her son.
Scott’s jaw hung open. Whatever breath he had was frozen in his lungs and for a moment he thought that his heart might have stopped. His mother stood before him completely nude, a seriously hot goddess of a woman with lush, womanly hips and a set of firm massive tits most guys would kill for. He stared at her shamelessly, taking in every sweet curve she offered, his mouth watering at the perfect little nipples that rose from her dark brown areola. His cock, barely hidden under his stretched-out gym shorts, pulsed heavily in his hand as he gripped it for dear life. Slowly he let his eyes begin to wander, traveling along her hips, her legs, then down between her legs. He nearly blew his load right there. His mom’s pussy was not only pink and perfect but was already gaping wet, the lips swollen dark and glistening with her juices. A deep moan escaped him as he sat there, stunned like a clubbed seal, unable to move or think of anything but his throbbing cock.
Smiling with renewed confidence, completely satisfied with his reaction, his mother reached out and took his hand – the free one – and pulled him off the bed. She placed him right where she had stood and took his place sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs to deny him at least one distraction.
“Okay now, Scott. Your turn. Strip. Show momma what you've got, stud.” Scott just stood there like an idiot, unmoving. A ‘deer-trapped-in-the-headlights’ look on his face. Tilting her head her heart was filled with pity for the poor boy, “Let me guess. You never just stripped for a girl? Sigh, I suppose Devon isn't much on foreplay, is she? Just take your clothes off, Scott. Nice and easy. Slow. And maintain eye contact. We girls like to see what’s under the hood too, you know.”
Slowly, Scott started taking his clothes off. Hell, it was just an old school jersey and a pair of gym shorts, but Diane was absolutely shocked at what they were hiding. True, she had had the thing in her hand not ten minutes ago, felt it pressing between her breasts, practically licked and kissed every tiny bit of it, but seeing it hanging there, hard as iron, between his legs was a sight to behold. Scott had not been much into sports and was not all that muscular, but the one muscle he had he had in spades. Her clit throbbed happily between her clenched thighs as her eyes traveled down along his shaft. Down and down and down from his heavy baseball sized nuts to the tip of his mushrooming head. If cocks came in single- and double-barrel sizes, Scott’s weapon was a fucking howitzer custom made to savage a woman’s cunt. For a moment she wondered if she would be able to take it all, but then she remembered that her daughter had somehow managed it, and fuck-all if that little tramp could take a cock that her mother couldn’t!
“Come here, Scott. Mommy needs to feel you between her legs right now. Let’s see all that your sister hasn't shown you about fucking a pussy.” Dammit but she was hot. Her legs spread open as wide as she could manage, and her pussy was already dripping rivers of cunt-juices just looking at that thing. Hell, he didn’t even have to come any closer. He could probably fuck her brains out with that thing half-way across the room!
Scott took one foot forward, but hesitated. He had that look on his face that she was far too familiar with. Like he wanted something, something very special, but was too afraid to ask. He had the same look on his face when he was ten and was too shy to ask her for a bicycle. She almost laughed as she watched him looking down at the floor, standing there completely naked with that horse-cock of his, shy as ever, in front of his horny slut of a mother.
“Scott? Talk to me, honey.”
He actually had to struggle to get the words out, to let them rise above a shy whisper. He was practically a grown man and yet he still had trouble with his shyness. Especially with his mother. Especially standing naked in front of her, feeling somehow vulnerable and exposed, “Well… I mean… with Devon it’s just… well, it’s just fucking, you know? I… I mean. What I’d really love to do… Dammit! I would really like to eat your pussy, mom… May I?”
Diane stared at him for a moment, incredulous. Well, of course. All Devon had wanted was his cock. Everything else… all the ways to make love and joy and …. well…
Diane closed her eyes, cupping her breasts in her hands and fell back prone on the sheets, her thighs spread invitingly for him. For some reason she found herself holding her breath, trembling in anticipation. Then, suddenly, his face was buried between her thighs. She found herself mewling in ecstasy at the feel of his slight, soft manly stubble grazing along her tender flesh. It had been so long. So very fucking long!
He lapped at her clit slowly, tenderly, dragging his hot tongue across her swollen nub to let her feel every sweet moment of pleasure. Scott was in Heaven now, his tongue sliding up and down along her swollen lips, tasting her sweetness. He had seen this done a thousand times on his PC, read everything he could find on it, dreamed about it, fantasized, jerked off until his balls turned three shades of purple for it. He slid two fat fingers into her dripping gash, curling them up to work her G-spot slowly with his fingertips while his tongue worked her clit faster and faster.
Diane knew her son was a man who clearly liked the taste of a hot, flowing cunt, and he made it abundantly clear by lapping up her juices hungrily with his tongue. She writhed and moaned on the bed, thrashing beneath his oral assault. Her tits were bouncing so violently that she was afraid she would give herself a black eye as they flailed about, jiggling with abandon.
Then his lips were on her clit, sucking on it hard, pulling the hard, little nub of flesh into his mouth as if he were determined suck the thing right off her cunt. Diane came hard, suddenly flooding his face with a spray of sweet cunt-juice, letting him taste her deepest lust as she moaned and cried, her voice a mindless combination of prayers and curses. It had been so long since she had been eaten out by a man that she’d nearly forgotten what it was like. She felt in control as she clamped her thighs around his head, coming hard and at the same time completely dominated as she tossed and twisted like a marionette at the command of his tongue. Scott’s father loved the taste of her pussy, sinking between her thighs, devouring her until she was scratching up the walls, screaming like a madwoman. Somehow, Scott had inherited every bit of that skill, and in spades. It took several minutes for her just to recover her breath and return to reality.
She pushed him up, planting soft kisses briefly across his pussy- glazed face. Then she found his mouth. It was their first kiss. Their first lover’s kiss. His face was a hot mess, his lips still glistening with her dripping cunt-juices. She kissed him deeply, pressing her tongue between his lips. The taste of her was still fresh and she licked and sucked at his tongue as if she were eating her own pussy. Scott’s hands gripped her head firmly, holding her his prisoner as he responded in kind. Whatever he lacked in experience he made up in spades with pure ardor. Diane could swear she had a minor orgasm just from the feeling of his tongue driving into her throat. They ended up rolling across the bed, each trying to devour the other. There was nothing left to them but their lips, their lust, their tongues, their moans of need. Frantic hands seeking out and finding. Nothing but their sweaty bodies writhing with joy among the tangled bed sheets.
Diane could feel the length of his massive shaft pressing hard along her pussy lips. The boy was fucking her hard along her clit, thrusting up with impossibly long strokes. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, fighting to hold on as her spine arched with each of his thrusts, as her body began to convulse madly beneath him. She could feel her orgasm building. Not a slow, gradual burn but an overwhelming rush of twisting, gasping, throbbing, quivering, hot, thrusting…. FUUUUUUUUUUCKK!
When she finally came down from her orgasm - the orgasm-to-end-all orgasms! – she felt a complete mess. Panting for breath, her once proud body reduced to a boneless jelly, her pussy a river of leaking juices. And the bastard hadn’t even fucked her yet! She could feel his cock along her stomach. His balls rested along her pussy lips and yet the head of his massive cock was wedged firmly between her breasts. A huge droplet of pre-cum had appeared there at the tip. She quickly lifted it with her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. It was salty and sweet and thick as it ran heavily down her tongue. She looked up into his eyes and saw his hot lust, practically swooning at the sight.
“Take me, Scott, Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Empty those big, fat balls of yours straight into my womb. Own this cunt, Scott. Fuck me until I’m yours.”
Scott looked worried but still grinned wide, “Are you sure? If I get carried away this could hurt a little.”
Her body answered by turning away from him and getting onto her elbows, her big round ass in the air, working it back and forth ever-so-slightly. Taunting him to take her. Diane let him hear what he wanted, her voice going deep and husky, dripping with challenge, “Really? You’ve got a big cock? So, fucking what? Let’s see if it can fuck a real cunt. C’mon, Scott. Let’s see if you can make me your fucking bitch.”
That was all the young bull needed to hear. Diane felt the bulk of him surround her, curling over her almost protectively even as he put his tremendous cock-head right up against her still-leaking cunt. She took a big, deep breath bracing herself for the fuck of a lifetime. Already her brain was sounding alarms, warning her desperately that this was a massive dick, unlike anything she’d ever tried to take in her whole big-cock fucking life.
He started by angling up and sawing the topside of it along her clit, up and down, using her own wetness to slickly grind back and forth on her madly swollen clit again and again, stoking a bigger fire of pleasure inside of her with each stroke. Then, just when she had adjusted to that rhythm, moaning freely with each pass of his cock-head across her clit, he grabbed himself by the base of his cock and SLAPPPED the whole weight of the thing up against her clit. Diane’s entire body vibrated straight down to her toes at the impact – almost being sent spiraling into yet another orgasm. But he was still teasing her when she desperately wanted to get fucked! She looked over her shoulder and cursed a moaning challenge, "Quit playing around and FUCK me, damn you! Fuck my cunt! Fuck your bitch’s cunt!”
"You asked for it,” he growled, lifting the head back to her lips. He shoved forward, parting her swollen cunt-lips around his insane girth. Diane’s eyes shot wide at the sudden sensation of fullness, unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“Oh fucking shiiiiiiiiiit! So fucking BIIIIIG!” she wept, tangling her fists in the bed-sheets, first pulling her hips away from him out of pure terror, then suddenly jamming down on him a little instead, arching her back as he easily slid past the deepest depth that his father could ever hope to reach. ”OH SHIT!“ she shouted again, louder this time, breath catching in her throat as she fought to find words. “Spank my fucking ass! Make it hurt! Own it! Fuck me into your big-cock worshiping fuck bitch!”
His hand swung down in a brutal spank on one cheek then the other that set his mother’s ass-cheeks on fire,” You already were, bitch! You just didn’t know it! “
"How could I? You've kept this monster a fucking secret from me for so long. Giving it to your slut of a sister instead!” She was getting loud. The whole fucking neighborhood could probably hear her now. A dark little part of her smiled; she didn’t fucking care. She wanted them to know how her huge-cocked son was pounding her cunt open. Fuck them! “ Now pull your slut-mom’s hair! Fuck that big cock as deep as you want! Use me! Fuck me until I scream! Show me who has the cock and who has the cunt!”
Scott growled through clenched teeth continuing to spank her ass and thighs as his cock slammed past her cervix, making her wail in heavenly anguish. He leaned over her, keeping his cock buried as far as it could go, pressing in firmly, letting her get used to the sensation of being completely and totally stuffed with cock. Then he reached under her, roughly scooping up her tits, fondling and groping them, slapping them back and forth like speed bags.
"Fuck. I can’t believe I took it all,” she moaned, shuddering as a n indescribable, intense feeling began to build quickly inside her fluttering guts. She had never been filled this deep, her pussy walls stretched this wide. She felt like she was about to burst, yet it felt so damned good. Scott laughed, gripping her by the hair as she taught him and pulling her head around to see. She hadn’t taken him all! There might have been four or five inches still outside her cunt just waiting to get shoved in deep.
“Oh, fuck but you’re big!” she exclaimed in shock. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
“Damn fucking straight.” Suddenly he pulled out slowly and it was as though a massive plug had been pulled from her body; each heavy inch of his massive girth putting pressure on her clit from the backside as he drew it out. She felt as if a python were crawling out of her cunt! The huge raking glans of his head popped across the back of her clit and the sensation that had started to build suddenly crashed over her. She could feel a massive gush of liquid shooting from her pussy, squirting her warm juices across his stomach and thighs.
“Wh-WHAT?” she flushed red, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ve never … that fucking much…” She trailed off, her mind not able to formulate enough words that made sense.
“Yeah? And you’re about to do it again.” Scott punctuated his words by thrusting back in, then drawing out. Even though he wasn’t all the way in his balls were big enough to start swatting at her pussy lips as he began to fuck with real rhythm, cramming that big meat into her again and again, only to withdraw it, sometimes making her yelp and scream with a spank. It seemed to Scott that, unlike those times with his sister, he could finally do whatever he wanted. He began to learn her body, giving it just what it needed; whether that was a hard thrust, a hard slap, or a teasing stroke across her swollen clit. Just as she hit another big climax, wailing to shake the walls, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back as he thrust into her hard, determined to batter his way into her fucking womb.
It hurt her of course, but the feeling of another squirting orgasm was too much to be stopped by a little discomfort and Diane only howled in pleasure. He wasn’t even near done; he fucked her through that orgasm and into a next one, the bed creaking and groaning in protest, her poor pummeled pussy threatening to just take over, her brain long gone by now with unstoppable ecstasy. He tilted her hips up, fucking her face-first into the bed, the act somehow stretching out her pussy so that his big dick was claiming yet another inch.
She squirted and wailed and howled, her tits sometimes clapping together painfully as they fucked. Scott was breaking her down. Remaking her. Turning me into a thing that only lived to feel the pleasure that only his extra-deep cock-thrusts could provide.
Finally, those massive cunt-slapping balls of his stopped striking home with his thrusts and Scott felt them tightening along his shaft. He was almost there, his big balls ready to cum. He froze a moment, catching his breath and then fucked her even harder in a final blaze of glory, roaring like an animal as the last of his willpower faded and his cock began to throb. Diane gripped the sheets hard and began thrusting back with the last of her strength, squeezing her battered cunt muscles for all they were worth as he drove his meat in as far as he dared.
Wad after thick-hot wad of cock-seed pumped its way inside of her. She had almost told him to pull out, to finish on her tits or ass. But Diane was so lost by this time that she just laid there and took it, eyes getting wider with every huge shot he blasted inside of her. It felt like a fire-hose was going off inside of her. She could actually feel each one rising along his shaft, throbbing up and up until it exploded out the head. It didn’t even begin to feel like a normal man’s cum until he was beginning to peter out.
Diane was on birth control, yet part of her worried that his super-army of sperm wouldn’t care; that they’d just find an egg anyway and knock her up no matter what stood in their way. Finally, he groaned his last, slid out of her with his cock still half-hard, and looked down into her sleepy, sweaty face. She felt she must have been a frightening sight, her face streaks of perspiration and redness, but he just smiled.
“I don’t care if you want to keep fucking Devon or not, that’s up to you…” she suddenly slapped his huge cock down on her now overstuffed cream-pie of a pussy, making her squirt a mix of both their juices from the impact, bringing a short sharp squeaking moan from her lips, “…but this pussy fucking belongs to you now.”
Scott couldn’t have argued if he wanted to.
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The Story of Scott - Part Four
Scott was still shaking as his mother led him up into her bedroom. It was morning and the bed was yet undone, which was just as well considering. Smiling, her lips still glistening from the incredible blow-job she had treated him to in the kitchen, She sat him on the bed and stepped back a few paces. This was going to be their first time together as more than simply mother and son, and she had decided to make it as special for her him as she could. Turning to face away from him she slid her fingers along the bottom of the thin pink tank-top that she had purposely chosen that day to accentuate her large, pillowy breasts. Slowly, very slowly, she pulled it off, sliding it up over her head to reveal her mature yet perfect curves to him one teasing inch at a time. She closed her eyes and smiled as she heard her Scott gasping behind her, and the tell-tale sound of his hand sliding up and down along his hardened cock.
Diane bent over slightly, cupping her breasts in her palms, as she swirled her hips suggestively for him. Her nipples had already grown into hard little nibs as the sinful excitement of the moment seeped into her. She squeezed them softly between her fingertips thinking of Scott’s lips wrapped warmly around them, suckling them now just like he did when he was little. Sucking on them as a man would. She began hypnotizing him with slow, suggestive circles of her ass as her thoughts trailed off to his massive cock. A massive cock which was throbbing and twitching desperately in his hand. The very thought of that monster between his thighs was already getting her super wet and the thin cotton of her shorts was already growing dark with her leaking pussy-juices. She wanted nothing more than to simply turn around and mount that beast, impaling herself on her son’s staff like the cock-hungry whore she was. But she had promised herself to take this slowly. Despite his never-ending sex-battles with his sister, Devon, Scott was still a virgin to real sex and she wanted to make this special for him. Very special.
Next, she slid her fingers down along her belly to undo the buttons on her jean-shorts. They were the tightest pair she owned, and she was grateful she could still fit into them after forty-some-odd years. She slid them down along her firm legs, shaven and waxed smooth especially for today. She was not wearing any underwear except for the completely soaked panties that slid down with her shorts. Smiling her most confident smile she turned around, gloriously naked, to face her son.
Scott’s jaw hung open. Whatever breath he had was frozen in his lungs and for a moment he thought that his heart might have stopped. His mother stood before him completely nude, a seriously hot goddess of a woman with lush, womanly hips and a set of firm massive tits most guys would kill for. He stared at her shamelessly, taking in every sweet curve she offered, his mouth watering at the perfect little nipples that rose from her dark brown areola. His cock, barely hidden under his stretched-out gym shorts, pulsed heavily in his hand as he gripped it for dear life. Slowly he let his eyes begin to wander, traveling along her hips, her legs, then down between her legs. He nearly blew his load right there. His mom’s pussy was not only pink and perfect but was already gaping wet, the lips swollen dark and glistening with her juices. A deep moan escaped him as he sat there, stunned like a clubbed seal, unable to move or think of anything but his throbbing cock.
Smiling with renewed confidence, completely satisfied with his reaction, his mother reached out and took his hand – the free one – and pulled him off the bed. She placed him right where she had stood and took his place sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs to deny him at least one distraction.
“Okay now, Scott. Your turn. Strip. Show momma what you've got, stud.” Scott just stood there like an idiot, unmoving. A ‘deer-trapped-in-the-headlights’ look on his face. Tilting her head her heart was filled with pity for the poor boy, “Let me guess. You never just stripped for a girl? Sigh, I suppose Devon isn't much on foreplay, is she? Just take your clothes off, Scott. Nice and easy. Slow. And maintain eye contact. We girls like to see what’s under the hood too, you know.”
Slowly, Scott started taking his clothes off. Hell, it was just an old school jersey and a pair of gym shorts, but Diane was absolutely shocked at what they were hiding. True, she had had the thing in her hand not ten minutes ago, felt it pressing between her breasts, practically licked and kissed every tiny bit of it, but seeing it hanging there, hard as iron, between his legs was a sight to behold. Scott had not been much into sports and was not all that muscular, but the one muscle he had he had in spades. Her clit throbbed happily between her clenched thighs as her eyes traveled down along his shaft. Down and down and down from his heavy baseball sized nuts to the tip of his mushrooming head. If cocks came in single- and double-barrel sizes, Scott’s weapon was a fucking howitzer custom made to savage a woman’s cunt. For a moment she wondered if she would be able to take it all, but then she remembered that her daughter had somehow managed it, and fuck-all if that little tramp could take a cock that her mother couldn’t!
“Come here, Scott. Mommy needs to feel you between her legs right now. Let’s see all that your sister hasn't shown you about fucking a pussy.” Dammit but she was hot. Her legs spread open as wide as she could manage, and her pussy was already dripping rivers of cunt-juices just looking at that thing. Hell, he didn’t even have to come any closer. He could probably fuck her brains out with that thing half-way across the room!
Scott took one foot forward, but hesitated. He had that look on his face that she was far too familiar with. Like he wanted something, something very special, but was too afraid to ask. He had the same look on his face when he was ten and was too shy to ask her for a bicycle. She almost laughed as she watched him looking down at the floor, standing there completely naked with that horse-cock of his, shy as ever, in front of his horny slut of a mother.
“Scott? Talk to me, honey.”
He actually had to struggle to get the words out, to let them rise above a shy whisper. He was practically a grown man and yet he still had trouble with his shyness. Especially with his mother. Especially standing naked in front of her, feeling somehow vulnerable and exposed, “Well… I mean… with Devon it’s just… well, it’s just fucking, you know? I… I mean. What I’d really love to do… Dammit! I would really like to eat your pussy, mom… May I?”
Diane stared at him for a moment, incredulous. Well, of course. All Devon had wanted was his cock. Everything else… all the ways to make love and joy and …. well…
Diane closed her eyes, cupping her breasts in her hands and fell back prone on the sheets, her thighs spread invitingly for him. For some reason she found herself holding her breath, trembling in anticipation. Then, suddenly, his face was buried between her thighs. She found herself mewling in ecstasy at the feel of his slight, soft manly stubble grazing along her tender flesh. It had been so long. So very fucking long!
He lapped at her clit slowly, tenderly, dragging his hot tongue across her swollen nub to let her feel every sweet moment of pleasure. Scott was in Heaven now, his tongue sliding up and down along her swollen lips, tasting her sweetness. He had seen this done a thousand times on his PC, read everything he could find on it, dreamed about it, fantasized, jerked off until his balls turned three shades of purple for it. He slid two fat fingers into her dripping gash, curling them up to work her G-spot slowly with his fingertips while his tongue worked her clit faster and faster.
Diane knew her son was a man who clearly liked the taste of a hot, flowing cunt, and he made it abundantly clear by lapping up her juices hungrily with his tongue. She writhed and moaned on the bed, thrashing beneath his oral assault. Her tits were bouncing so violently that she was afraid she would give herself a black eye as they flailed about, jiggling with abandon.
Then his lips were on her clit, sucking on it hard, pulling the hard, little nub of flesh into his mouth as if he were determined suck the thing right off her cunt. Diane came hard, suddenly flooding his face with a spray of sweet cunt-juice, letting him taste her deepest lust as she moaned and cried, her voice a mindless combination of prayers and curses. It had been so long since she had been eaten out by a man that she’d nearly forgotten what it was like. She felt in control as she clamped her thighs around his head, coming hard and at the same time completely dominated as she tossed and twisted like a marionette at the command of his tongue. Scott’s father loved the taste of her pussy, sinking between her thighs, devouring her until she was scratching up the walls, screaming like a madwoman. Somehow, Scott had inherited every bit of that skill, and in spades. It took several minutes for her just to recover her breath and return to reality.
She pushed him up, planting soft kisses briefly across his pussy- glazed face. Then she found his mouth. It was their first kiss. Their first lover’s kiss. His face was a hot mess, his lips still glistening with her dripping cunt-juices. She kissed him deeply, pressing her tongue between his lips. The taste of her was still fresh and she licked and sucked at his tongue as if she were eating her own pussy. Scott’s hands gripped her head firmly, holding her his prisoner as he responded in kind. Whatever he lacked in experience he made up in spades with pure ardor. Diane could swear she had a minor orgasm just from the feeling of his tongue driving into her throat. They ended up rolling across the bed, each trying to devour the other. There was nothing left to them but their lips, their lust, their tongues, their moans of need. Frantic hands seeking out and finding. Nothing but their sweaty bodies writhing with joy among the tangled bed sheets.
Diane could feel the length of his massive shaft pressing hard along her pussy lips. The boy was fucking her hard along her clit, thrusting up with impossibly long strokes. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, fighting to hold on as her spine arched with each of his thrusts, as her body began to convulse madly beneath him. She could feel her orgasm building. Not a slow, gradual burn but an overwhelming rush of twisting, gasping, throbbing, quivering, hot, thrusting…. FUUUUUUUUUUCKK!
When she finally came down from her orgasm - the orgasm-to-end-all orgasms! – she felt a complete mess. Panting for breath, her once proud body reduced to a boneless jelly, her pussy a river of leaking juices. And the bastard hadn’t even fucked her yet! She could feel his cock along her stomach. His balls rested along her pussy lips and yet the head of his massive cock was wedged firmly between her breasts. A huge droplet of pre-cum had appeared there at the tip. She quickly lifted it with her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. It was salty and sweet and thick as it ran heavily down her tongue. She looked up into his eyes and saw his hot lust, practically swooning at the sight.
“Take me, Scott, Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Empty those big, fat balls of yours straight into my womb. Own this cunt, Scott. Fuck me until I’m yours.”
Scott looked worried but still grinned wide, “Are you sure? If I get carried away this could hurt a little.”
Her body answered by turning away from him and getting onto her elbows, her big round ass in the air, working it back and forth ever-so-slightly. Taunting him to take her. Diane let him hear what he wanted, her voice going deep and husky, dripping with challenge, “Really? You’ve got a big cock? So, fucking what? Let’s see if it can fuck a real cunt. C’mon, Scott. Let’s see if you can make me your fucking bitch.”
That was all the young bull needed to hear. Diane felt the bulk of him surround her, curling over her almost protectively even as he put his tremendous cock-head right up against her still-leaking cunt. She took a big, deep breath bracing herself for the fuck of a lifetime. Already her brain was sounding alarms, warning her desperately that this was a massive dick, unlike anything she’d ever tried to take in her whole big-cock fucking life.
He started by angling up and sawing the topside of it along her clit, up and down, using her own wetness to slickly grind back and forth on her madly swollen clit again and again, stoking a bigger fire of pleasure inside of her with each stroke. Then, just when she had adjusted to that rhythm, moaning freely with each pass of his cock-head across her clit, he grabbed himself by the base of his cock and SLAPPPED the whole weight of the thing up against her clit. Diane’s entire body vibrated straight down to her toes at the impact – almost being sent spiraling into yet another orgasm. But he was still teasing her when she desperately wanted to get fucked! She looked over her shoulder and cursed a moaning challenge, "Quit playing around and FUCK me, damn you! Fuck my cunt! Fuck your bitch’s cunt!”
"You asked for it,” he growled, lifting the head back to her lips. He shoved forward, parting her swollen cunt-lips around his insane girth. Diane’s eyes shot wide at the sudden sensation of fullness, unlike anything she had ever felt before.
“Oh fucking shiiiiiiiiiit! So fucking BIIIIIG!” she wept, tangling her fists in the bed-sheets, first pulling her hips away from him out of pure terror, then suddenly jamming down on him a little instead, arching her back as he easily slid past the deepest depth that his father could ever hope to reach. ”OH SHIT!“ she shouted again, louder this time, breath catching in her throat as she fought to find words. “Spank my fucking ass! Make it hurt! Own it! Fuck me into your big-cock worshiping fuck bitch!”
His hand swung down in a brutal spank on one cheek then the other that set his mother’s ass-cheeks on fire,” You already were, bitch! You just didn’t know it! “
"How could I? You've kept this monster a fucking secret from me for so long. Giving it to your slut of a sister instead!” She was getting loud. The whole fucking neighborhood could probably hear her now. A dark little part of her smiled; she didn’t fucking care. She wanted them to know how her huge-cocked son was pounding her cunt open. Fuck them! “ Now pull your slut-mom’s hair! Fuck that big cock as deep as you want! Use me! Fuck me until I scream! Show me who has the cock and who has the cunt!”
Scott growled through clenched teeth continuing to spank her ass and thighs as his cock slammed past her cervix, making her wail in heavenly anguish. He leaned over her, keeping his cock buried as far as it could go, pressing in firmly, letting her get used to the sensation of being completely and totally stuffed with cock. Then he reached under her, roughly scooping up her tits, fondling and groping them, slapping them back and forth like speed bags.
"Fuck. I can’t believe I took it all,” she moaned, shuddering as a n indescribable, intense feeling began to build quickly inside her fluttering guts. She had never been filled this deep, her pussy walls stretched this wide. She felt like she was about to burst, yet it felt so damned good. Scott laughed, gripping her by the hair as she taught him and pulling her head around to see. She hadn’t taken him all! There might have been four or five inches still outside her cunt just waiting to get shoved in deep.
“Oh, fuck but you’re big!” she exclaimed in shock. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
“Damn fucking straight.” Suddenly he pulled out slowly and it was as though a massive plug had been pulled from her body; each heavy inch of his massive girth putting pressure on her clit from the backside as he drew it out. She felt as if a python were crawling out of her cunt! The huge raking glans of his head popped across the back of her clit and the sensation that had started to build suddenly crashed over her. She could feel a massive gush of liquid shooting from her pussy, squirting her warm juices across his stomach and thighs.
“Wh-WHAT?” she flushed red, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ve never … that fucking much…” She trailed off, her mind not able to formulate enough words that made sense.
“Yeah? And you’re about to do it again.” Scott punctuated his words by thrusting back in, then drawing out. Even though he wasn’t all the way in his balls were big enough to start swatting at her pussy lips as he began to fuck with real rhythm, cramming that big meat into her again and again, only to withdraw it, sometimes making her yelp and scream with a spank. It seemed to Scott that, unlike those times with his sister, he could finally do whatever he wanted. He began to learn her body, giving it just what it needed; whether that was a hard thrust, a hard slap, or a teasing stroke across her swollen clit. Just as she hit another big climax, wailing to shake the walls, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back as he thrust into her hard, determined to batter his way into her fucking womb.
It hurt her of course, but the feeling of another squirting orgasm was too much to be stopped by a little discomfort and Diane only howled in pleasure. He wasn’t even near done; he fucked her through that orgasm and into a next one, the bed creaking and groaning in protest, her poor pummeled pussy threatening to just take over, her brain long gone by now with unstoppable ecstasy. He tilted her hips up, fucking her face-first into the bed, the act somehow stretching out her pussy so that his big dick was claiming yet another inch.
She squirted and wailed and howled, her tits sometimes clapping together painfully as they fucked. Scott was breaking her down. Remaking her. Turning me into a thing that only lived to feel the pleasure that only his extra-deep cock-thrusts could provide.
Finally, those massive cunt-slapping balls of his stopped striking home with his thrusts and Scott felt them tightening along his shaft. He was almost there, his big balls ready to cum. He froze a moment, catching his breath and then fucked her even harder in a final blaze of glory, roaring like an animal as the last of his willpower faded and his cock began to throb. Diane gripped the sheets hard and began thrusting back with the last of her strength, squeezing her battered cunt muscles for all they were worth as he drove his meat in as far as he dared.
Wad after thick-hot wad of cock-seed pumped its way inside of her. She had almost told him to pull out, to finish on her tits or ass. But Diane was so lost by this time that she just laid there and took it, eyes getting wider with every huge shot he blasted inside of her. It felt like a fire-hose was going off inside of her. She could actually feel each one rising along his shaft, throbbing up and up until it exploded out the head. It didn’t even begin to feel like a normal man’s cum until he was beginning to peter out.
Diane was on birth control, yet part of her worried that his super-army of sperm wouldn’t care; that they’d just find an egg anyway and knock her up no matter what stood in their way. Finally, he groaned his last, slid out of her with his cock still half-hard, and looked down into her sleepy, sweaty face. She felt she must have been a frightening sight, her face streaks of perspiration and redness, but he just smiled.
“I don’t care if you want to keep fucking Devon or not, that’s up to you…” she suddenly slapped his huge cock down on her now overstuffed cream-pie of a pussy, making her squirt a mix of both their juices from the impact, bringing a short sharp squeaking moan from her lips, “…but this pussy fucking belongs to you now.”
Scott couldn’t have argued if he wanted to.