With a guttural sound like a cross between a moan and a growl, Ollie pulled her thighs apart, lifted her slightly, and, in one, long, smooth thrust, slid his raging cock between his mother’s swollen labia and deep into her tight, oozing slit.
Carol’s eyes bugged even as her mouth sagged open in a soundless scream at the relentless invasion, before gluing her lips to Ollie’s, kissing him voraciously, hungrily, manically, as he pounded into her, writhing and running her hands over his face, holding him to her as they kissed and fucked, moving together in perfect synchronisation, she moving onto him to meet his thrusts into her.
*
From the gap in the open bedroom door, Izzy watched balefully, jealousy shrieking through her, her head roaring with thoughts of revenge for what Carol was doing to her Ollie. How fucking dare she seduce HER Ollie, he was hers, not that shrivelled-up old shrike’s! She should be in there right now, heels pointing at the ceiling while her man hammered her through the bed, not that manky old relic and her crusty, dried-up, old-woman twat. The fact this was exactly what she’d planned had completely slipped her mind; what had seemed such a good idea at the time, and even earlier that evening, suddenly didn’t seem so right, not now, not when she could see how much Ollie was into this.
Izzy set her jaw. That miserable cow was going to pay for seducing her sweet Ollie and turning him into a convenient piece of fuck-meat; this was not how it was supposed to go, and by all fuck it wasn’t going to continue, not after what she had in mind, she’d see to that! Let the old bag have her fun, she could always rub him down later with bleach to get the smell of desperate old trout off him; Carol Bartlett, raddled old crone and Ollie-seducer that she was, was going to be Izzy’s slave and begging for mercy by morning!
Smiling evilly, Izzy checked her smartphone and digital camera were both primed and ready, then began recording, her phone on ‘low-light’ setting capturing the disgusting sight of that leathery old crow rubbing herself on top of her sweet Ollie. Izzy was careful to catch Carol’s expression as often as possible, zooming in to make sure every grimace, drool and disgusting squelching sound was captured in living colour and hi-def sound.
As she recorded her brother and mother humping so forcefully, she began to react to the scene playing out in front of her; despite her angry thoughts and internal descriptions of her mother, Izzy really couldn’t honestly hold her hand on her heart and swear that Carol was anything except bloody gorgeous. That, of course, was yet another reason to hate her and keep her away from Ollie by fair means or foul. Izzy was aware that, in the body stakes, Carol had her beat, but looks-wise, they were almost identical. On the other hand, though, Izzy had youth and hotness on her side, surely Ollie could see that, surely he wouldn’t be swayed by Carol’s stupendous yahbo’s… would he?
The sight of her mother fucking so energetically was doing things to her, though; it was getting harder to keep the camera pinned on her, because she was watching the action on the bed as Ollie flipped Carol onto her knees and drove forward, forcing yet another wail of pleasure from her as he filled her again.
Quite without any conscious thought on her part, Izzy dropped her phone as her fingers found her own pleasure-spot, and began petting herself rhythmically, in time with her brother’s thrusts into their mother. Almost against her will, she began to see herself twined in there with the two of them, letting Ollie take her even as she took her mother; Izzy had never been averse to a little girl-on-girl, and right now her mother, much as she hated her, was glowing in heated sex-frenzy and looking particularly appealing.
At that thought, orgasm jolted through her, making her clench her teeth to avoid them hearing her as she whined and gasped in sudden release, her pistoning fingers not skipping a beat as she drove herself on again and again, careless now whether or not she had the evidence she wanted; now all she wanted was to be there in the thick of it, her lips clamped around Carol’s delicious-looking nipples as she ground her swollen gash against her mother’s, while Ollie pounded her relentlessly from behind, in any hole he wanted.
*
From his vantage point across the street, Tommy grinned nastily as he watched Ollie and Carol’s antics in loving close-up detail on the ridiculously expensive camera his parents had bought him; hot and damning as that was, though, he had no interest in what they were doing; pervs did pervy things, who gives a shit? No, he had bigger fish to fry. Ollie owed him blood, and Izzy was his, and he was going to get what he wanted; that pretty little cunt was going to scream her lungs out before he’d finished with her, and Ollie was going to stand there and watch while he and his friends did anything they wanted to her, and when they’d finished with her, Ollie was going to bleed.
Carol he didn’t give a shit about; she was just collateral damage as far as he was concerned, and whatever his latest new best friend chose to do to her was unfortunate, but ultimately not his problem.
*
Ollie, meanwhile, was in Heaven; Carol was the best he’d ever had; of a long-ish list of forgettable shags, with Izzy being the only other stand-out moment, Carol was easily the best, ever; the fact she was his mother only made it more sinfully delicious, and he couldn’t help but regret that he and Izzy were only doing this to set her up and shut her up. As far as he knew, their plan to seduce and set her up had happily coincided with her plan to seduce him; he couldn’t have known that Carol knew all about his little pact with Izzy, and she didn’t give a toss, was in fact having the time of her life setting him up in return.
So he held on for dear life and enjoyed the rippling pulsations from her pussy as she came more or less continuously with every stroke of his cock inside her. His head was spinning; it was getting increasingly difficult to not blow his load, given the view he now had.
Carol’s beauteous backside was a thing that dreams are made of; the smooth, unblemished skin of those glorious globes, those sexy lumbar dimples placed just right to run a thumb around as the hands squeezed and jiggled that delightfully pert derriere, one that a girl half her age would be proud to show off at every opportunity, the swoop and arch of her smooth, creamy back, the way she jiggled and flattened against him with every thrust inside her. All these factors meant he was seriously close to losing his cool and filling her with the biggest load of his life.
Carol buzzed and hummed in sexual delirium as Ollie pounded into her. He was incredible, the perfect lover. He had the control of a mature man twice his age, but all that teenage vigour and sheer billy-goat randiness; he just kept going and going, like a man-sized battery-bunny, but with a great big dick…
Carol slumped down onto her front; Ollie’d fucked her out; her pussy was permanently stretched out of shape and he showed no sign of stopping, for which she thanked all the gods; this was a fuck to savour, no fucking doubt about that! And now his thumbs were brushing her puckered little anus as he clasped her bum! Perfect…
Carol sighed and wriggled, her gorgeous buttocks jiggling enticingly and nearly making Ollie hose her down at the sight of those two deliciously globular feasts for the arse connoisseur flexing and rippling so temptingly. Her smile, however, remained hidden; given the right incentive, could Ollie be persuaded to indulge her in her most delightfully perverse pastime? Carol liked it in her whale’s eye, she loved the feel of a thick cock stretching open and reaming out her most secret place, she came like gangbusters when she fucked like that, and Ollie had the perfect weapon to gape her anus and make her scream the house down.
All movement had ceased; she looked back over her shoulder, to see Ollie sitting back on his ankles, completely motionless, staring fixedly at her pink little pucker, the final frontier.
“See something you like?” she purred, watching his eyes widen as she clasped her perfect buttocks and pulled them apart, making her taut little anus wink at him.
“Well?” she challenged, and grinned when he tried to speak but only a strangled gargling noise came out, while his eyes bugged even further.
“Mum… Carol… you really… like, now? Really? Oh my fucking God…’ stammered Ollie, while Carol noted that his cock seemed to literally throb with the thought of buggering her; she would have sworn on a stack of Bibles it actually got longer and thicker. Good, the more, the merrier…
Carol crooked her finger at him while simultaneously flexing her mesmerising backside at him to emphasise what was in store for him.
“Ollie, I want you to come here and shove that thing in my arse, you got that? I want you to fuck my bum as hard as you can, and fill me up, do you hear me? Make me drip, Olliekins, that’s an order!”
A long, tremulous sigh was all she heard by way of reply, but his hands on her cheeks, the way he squeezed and spread them, left her no doubt he was up for it too. Carol slipped her hand under the pillow and pulled out something she’d hidden there that afternoon. Ollie stared at the tube of Astroglide she tossed back at him.