La Grande Seduction:
With a low growl purring in his throat, Ollie moved in for the kill. Carol’s eyes glowed darkly as Ollie’s hands reached for her, smiling seductively as she cupped her perfect breasts, offering them to him. Ollie closed with her, taking those treats she offered so readily, fantasies and teenage longings melting into the reality of the moment as his hands closed around those delightful mounds, feeling the taut, springy hardness of her nipples between his fingers as he rubbed and squeezed.
Carol gasped and shuddered as Ollie’s large, gentle hands cupped and covered her breasts, teasing and mauling her nipples, making electric arcs surge and sing through her body. She’d planned for this to be a light, frothy seduction, maybe leading Ollie gently through the pleasures she had to offer, a little slap and tickle to ease the ache inside her, but now, now that had changed. Now she wanted what he’d given his little sister; now she wanted a no-holds barred, rough and ready shafting session; she wanted to howl, sing, and herself like a madwoman on that lovely big thing she’d felt inside his pants earlier.
Ollie was in a haze as all his dreams came true; his lips had found her nipples, and as he sucked one, he pinched, and tugged, and teased the other, while his other hand had somehow slipped around to the small of her back, holding her pressed against him, and best of all, Carol made no move to stop him, gave no sign she was anything but fully into this too.
As he suckled, he found her spectacular backside, and a new toy to play with; the best bum in the world. His fingers luxuriated in the feel of Carol’s plush bottom, caressing and squeezing the tight, satiny cheeks, and running his fingers into the cleft dividing that awesome peach, feeling her gasp as his questing fingertips grazed her dimpled, spongy little secret place.
When he felt her hands on his belt, he knew he was dreaming; this couldn’t be happening, and yet it felt real, it felt so real; his hottie mother had her hands inside his cargo pants, squeezing and slowly pumping his aching erection, and Ollie thought his head was going to explode from sheer overload.
But it didn’t; instead, Carol rose up on tip-toes, her lips inviting and swollen with arousal, and Ollie took what she offered. As they kissed, all residual guilt and feelings of strangeness, weirdness, and lingering doubt disappeared, and his hands clamped on her bottom, pulling her naked, shaven mound hard against his raging hardness. Carol pulled away from him, making his eyes widen in sudden fear he’d gone too far, but then that devilish smile returned as she tugged his polo shirt up and over his head. She tossed the shirt, then did what she’d been fantasising about regularly for months now; she ran her hands over and over his hard-muscled torso, waxed smooth and hairless as it was when he still swam competitively, squeezing and savouring every hard, rippling muscle.
Carol grinned minxily, and once more slid her hand down the front of his pants, circling his cock and squeezing it meaningfully.
“Time to get your game on, Olliekins; are you ready?” she breathed, licking her lips and sending a tremor through Ollie’s body.
“Ye… yes, let’s… let’s do this, oh God, yes!” he panted, ignoring the hated nickname, his heart hammering in anticipation.
Carol knelt as she popped his cargoes open and, in one quick motion, pulled them and his undershorts down, letting his over-stimulated cock bounce up into her face.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God…” she murmured, dropping to her knees to hold him and stare in awe at the angry-looking thing sticking out like the bowsprit on a ship’s prow.
“Ollie, you missed your calling, baby; this thing would earn you a fucking fortune in California!” she grinned. “Too bad it’s staying here, honeybun! Now close your eyes and think happy, happy thoughts, mama’s going to be a little busy for a while!”
Ollie watched in stunned disbelief as yet another fantasy came true in living colour; Carol licked the tip of his cock delicately with the very tip of her tongue, tasting him; whatever it tasted like, she must have liked it, because she beamed happily and slid her plump lips over the swollen, mushroom-cap head of his penis, taking his cock-head all the way into her mouth.
Ollie was rooted to the spot; this was the fucking bomb, no two ways about it! Carol (and he couldn’t think of her as ‘mum’ any longer) was obviously a past mistress at the art of sucking-off a big dick, because she really knew what she was doing, oh yeah! Tongue and lips and suction combined to convince Ollie she was trying to suck his balls up into her mouth through the end of his dick, and if the churning feeling rising inside him was anything to go by, there was a big delivery on its way any second now.
“Carol… mum… no… gonna…” he managed to blurt out, trying to convey to her that he was going to come like a gunshot and probably blow her across the room, but Carol just looked up at him, her eyes huge and liquid (“Oh God, please, don’t look at me like that…” he moaned in the privacy of his head) and smiled as much as she could with that thing jamming her mouth open, and sucked harder; that was the final straw.
“Oohhh Gooood, jeezzus, SHIIIIT!” screamed Ollie as what felt like a solid wad of spunk exploded up the length of his cock and slammed into the back of Carol’s throat, and another, and another, spurt after spurt, like he’d been saving it up for weeks.
Carol just swallowed, and swallowed again, as each spurt filled her mouth, congratulating herself that she still had it, while a detached part of her mind congratulated herself for dragging such a massive load out of him, considering how much he’d dumped inside his sexy little sister the previous night.
“Wonders will never cease!” she thought happily, working her lips and tongue round the frantically pumping, chugging, threshing length of man-pipe in her mouth. When the jets slowed to a sluggish trickle, then died away, Carol gave one last suck, and got to her feet, running her tongue around her lips; whatever Ollie ate to keep himself so fit, it made his spunk taste delicious, almost fruity, and she promised herself another snack in the very near future. But right now…
She looked down in gratified surprise; he’d just gone off like a bazooka, but his erection hadn’t slacked off at all; it was still jutting out angrily at ninety degrees to his body, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat, and when she smiled and pushed it down slightly, it just bobbed back up, hard and solid as ever. Good, because she had plans, and it looked like he was on-board; thank God for horny young men and their bottomless sex-drives…
When she turned away, Ollie finally got to see Carol’s spectacular bottom in all its glory, and his mind raced on two tracks; one track was begging and sobbing for the chance to hold and roughly squeeze and pull that lovely thing open while he fucked her like a rag-doll, the other track was thinking Izzy had been right; he wanted nothing more than to shove his face between those two deliciously quivering mounds, with his tongue jammed in her rusty bullet-hole and go ‘wubba-wubba-wubba’, and now it looked like he was going to get his chance, oh fuck yes!
“Come here, Ollie-boy.” His mother’s soft voice broke his reverie. He took her outstretched hand and allowed her to lead him to the bed, where she turned him around and gazed at his perfect physique. She waited, an expectant look on her face, but Ollie’s head was still full of the entrancing twitch of those lovely buttocks as she walked, and what he wanted to do with them, so Carol sighed and pushed him with both hands in the middle of his chest. Ollie went over backwards with her on top of him, her lips almost touching his, his eyes staring into hers, suddenly aware of the two rock-hard nipples pressing into his chest.
Once again he stared into her eyes, aware of the slightly challenging grin on her swollen, red lips, and his hands once more found her delightful buttocks almost of their own volition, squeezing and kneading the cheeks gently as she undulated on top of him. He felt the damp heat of her pussy as she rubbed her labia along his trapped cock, just as he was also extremely conscious of his thunderously hard erection trapped between their bodies, and the guilty, horny, unhallowed thrills that shot through him every time she moved.
His conscience was twittering away at some barely perceived level “No, don’t, you can’t, you mustn’t, she’s your mother!” but his body was screaming “Aaarrrgghhh, fuck her now, do it, don’t think, just fucking do it, what the fuck is wrong with you, go for it, she wants it! Aaarrghhh!!”
Carol knew exactly what she was doing to him; she could practically read his mind right then, his thoughts were so transparent, so, with a hidden grin, she writhed sensuously on top of him, making sure he could feel her need in the wet heat of her pussy and the bullet-hardness of her nipples as she dragged them across his chest.
“Oh my fucking God, she’s wetter than a weekend in Wales!” he thought to himself, savouring the thought of just how hot and wet his hottie little mother was right now, and it was all for him!
With that thought came another; she wanted it; so did he, so no more guilt, Ollie-boy; time to roger her senseless, that body was too fucking good to waste! Admittedly, he’d rather it had been Izzy wriggling so wantonly on him, but she was next; it helped if he thought of fucking his mother as a means to an end. Speaking of which…