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Hi guys, I am Rihan, 22 years old, from Delhi. This story starts in 2019 when my mom found a new boyfriend. But before that, lets know a bit of backstory. My Mom divorced my dad in 2017, and I chose to live with her. Their marriage was a complete failure from the very beginning.

My dad completely neglected her. There was no love whatsoever left between them. He would never treat my Mom badly and would not care about the family at all. Ever since my Mom divorced him, we have shifted to a new place.

My mom was 35 years, has a fair complexion. She is a bit chubby, with her boobs and ass the perfect size. She prefers to wear both Western and Indian outfits. She doesn’t mind showing off her sexy body by wearing small clothes, even when se is with me. Any man would drool watching her.

She is an HR in a big company, and she does pretty well for herself. Every once in a while, she likes to spend some time alone. On weekends, she goes out to parties, maybe to clubs or with friends. She goes out at night and does not return until the next morning.

I was always curious about where she went and what she did, but I never asked her. One fine evening, when we were having dinner, she told me about a guy she was seeing. She told me that he was a 41-year-old, Harish, a very rich guy. She has been seeing him for the past few weeks now.

She found him really attractive and wanted me to meet him. So we setup the plan for dinner the next day. She introduced me to him the next day. He was this big, muscular guy who drove a BMW. I found him pretty cool.

Things were going great with him, and pretty soon, he moved in with us. It had only been a few days. He started becoming quite frank with me and also a bit too open when it came to dealing with Mom. He would openly kiss her on her cheek in front of me, grab her by her waist, and even get all over her sometimes. He slowly started dominating Mom.

My Mom never resisted any of his moves whatsoever. She slowly started becoming a submissive or kind of a slut to him who would obey his orders. Initially, I was kind of uncomfortable with these things. But I never objected or spoke in between them.

I also enjoyed watching my Mom being treated like a slut. One evening, I and Harish were watching TV and Mom was doing some cleanup. She was wearing a white nightgown. She came near the sofa we were sitting on to pick up a packet lying on the floor near Harish.

As soon as she bent down, he spanked her ass hard, with me sitting right beside him on the sofa. He didn’t even look at her while doing it. What surprised me more was my Mom got up, smirked and left. She didn’t even resist him not to do that in front of me. I was really shocked, but I didn’t react much.

After she left, Harish said to me, “You like watching your Mom get touched and kissed openly, don’t you?”

I didn’t say anything.

Harish — Come on, don’t lie to me. No real man can not think of banging that pussy. She is such a beautiful ürgüp escort piece of meat. Isn’t she?

This time, I smiled and nodded yes. After that, we both went back to watching TV.

My Mom’s bedroom was right adjacent to mine. So most of the time they fucked, I could hear my mother moaning and Harish groaning hard fucking her roughly.

Many times I used to either masturbate from my bed or I would stand outside their door and masturbate to their loud moans. I have heard my Mom crying and begging him to stop fucking and cum for her. But he was such an animal when it came to sex. He would fuck her multiple times at night until he was all drained out.

This one particular night, they went out and came home late. I was in the living room watching TV. They looked a bit drunk and excited. They entered the home, and my Mom stopped to greet me. She looked a complete bombshell in her red saree and dark red lipstick.

Mummy tried to talk to me but Harish held her hand and pulled her to the bedroom, winking at me and giving me the cue not to mind him taking her away like this. They were so out of their minds that they even forgot to lock their room. I slowly followed them.

I very carefully stood in a way so that I could clearly see them but they would not easily know that I was staring at them. What I saw was literally one of the hottest and jaw-dropping sex I had ever seen in my life.

My Mom was sitting on the bed, and Harish sat over her, kissing her really hard. It felt like he was trying to suck all the saliva out of her mouth while dripping in his. They continued kissing for a while, and then slowly, Harish started going down on her. He kissed her neck and her fat and tight blouse.

Then, he finally started licking her belly. The fat over her belly was so fluffy and he sucked and played and bit every inch of it. It was like watching him play with a big piece of jelly. He was giving special attention to her navel. My Mom was moaning in pleasure, “Ah, slowly, Harish, please,” were constantly coming out of her mouth. But Harish showed no mercy.

Harish then grabbed Mom’s pallu(a part of saree) and took out her saree, rolling her over the bed. She was now lying in her blouse and petticoat. He then put her in the middle of the bed and widened her legs straining her peticoat. I could see her big thighs because of her tight peticoat. He inserted both his hands inside her petticoat.

He started rubbing her thighs slowly, giving her pleasure. He then reached for her panties and took them out. He smelled them and then kept it in his hand.

He then looked at mummy and asked her, “Do you like this petticoat?”

She said, “It’s okay.”

He said, “What I am going to do next might end up tearing this petticoat, so don’t worry about it. Go and buy a new one.”

She smiled and said, “Don’t scare me. What’s it that you’re going to do?”

Before even letting her complete the statement, he widened uşak escort her legs under the dress and inserted his whole head inside it. He was lying down on the bed and forcefully went inside her petticoat between her thick thighs until he reached her pussy.

My Mom was both moaning and smiling at the same time. Trying to stop him while pushing his head out from over her petticoat. But he was in no mood to listen. Both his hands her outside the petticoat, so with the right hand he insert the panty in her mummy’s mouth.

He then started playing with her boobs while still licking her pussy from inside her petticoat. It made me so hard my dick was literally bulging out of my shorts. My body was shivering and begging me to shake my cock. My Mom’s petticoat was too tight and strained, and she could feel the pressure on her legs.

But Harish was licking her so badly that he didn’t want to listen to anything. She was in both pain and pleasure. He continued licking her until petticoat could no longer take the strain, and it tore up from bottom to top. Once it tore up, I could see my Mom lying there naked from belly down right in front of me.

Her thighs were so chubby, and her pussy was shaven and well-maintained.

“Ahh, Harish, please, baby, it is going to come out. I am going to cum real soon, baby.” She was moaning continuously, and just in between one of those moans, she came right there on the bed.

Harish and mummy looked at each other and smiled while breathing heavily. Harish wasted no time. He got up and took out his pants and underwear. He revealed his dick in front of me. It was big and thick and white and perfectly shaven, just like my mummy’s pussy.

Harish immediately jumped on Mom and took her blouse off. Her big white milk stations were hanging in front of me. Those tits were so sexy I would do anything to drink milk from them again. Harish kissed my Mom and then brought his big dick in front of her face.

Mom was clear about what she had to do. She took his dick in her hands and spit a good amount of saliva on it to lubricate it. She then started licking it slowly. She started licking the dickhead with her tongue, slowly going down all the way till the end.

She licked it completely, making it wet, and then slowly started taking it in her mouth. In and out, she was slowly moving her head in rhythm with her perfect lip wrapped around the dick. After a while, she increased her pace, but Harish wanted it faster. He started screaming at her.

“Faster bitch, faster, go deep, take more in, try, fucking slut.”

All this while, I could hear the moans my Mom was giving out. He finally took it out and got away from Mom. He rotated her and made her lie on her stomach.

He widened her legs from behind and got in between them. He spanked her fluffy ass, put his dickhead on her pussy and started fucking her.

Even if he had been fucking her since last so many days, his dick was still too üsküdar escort big for mummy’s pussy. She held the bedsheet very tightly, moaning in pleasure. It was going on and on and on fucking ravaging her roughly while spanking her ass.

She had become a slut to her master and was getting used by him in any way he wanted. He then took his dick out and dragged her off the bed, and put her on the room floor. He got over her and started fucking her in missionary. I could see him moving his belly and his dick slipping in and out of mummy.

Mummy was in pain, and she was moaning continuously. He was lying on top of her, and she held him by putting her hands around his neck. He continued to fuck her for the next 5 minutes like that. He then got up, put her against the wall, pulled her leg up and started again.

They kissed in this position, and her boobs were in his right hand, getting groped and bitten. All she was allowed to do was moan and take what he was doing with her nonstop. She seemed to have loved it. He then slapped her twice while still fucking her.

Then immediately kissed her, saying, “I love you, babe, I love you, you are just the most beautiful girl ever, you are so nice, baby.” Then, my Mom would repeat the same. I felt a bit bad for my Mom. But at the same time, it was so hot for me that I came right there in my hands.

After about 2 minutes of slapping her, he told her to get on the bed. She knew what she had to do. She jumped on the bed and lay down there. He got up and stood on top of her, and in about a minute, he came all over her face. His cum was all over her face and hair.

He rested for about 2-3 minutes lying on top of her and then said to her, “Follow me to the bathroom right now. I wanna do it.” She didn’t want to do whatever they were talking about. She tried to say no, “Please, baby, not tonight. It makes me very messy and stinky.”

But he was in no mood to listen to her. He took her in his muscular hands, picked her up, and took her to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure whether to go in and see whatever he was going to do to mummy or not. But the bathroom door in their room was left open.

I didn’t want to miss the chance of not being able to see it. So I very quietly went in and very carefully tried to see what was going on, and what I saw shocked me to my inner core. My Mom was sitting on the floor, and Harish was standing in from of her, and he was peeing all over her.

I was disgusted, but it turned me on so much. I didn’t know my Mom could keep up with something so kinky and interesting. I cum right there for the second time. And while cuming I lost control for a moment there, and I think Harish saw me.

But he didn’t react, maybe because he found it cool to watch him pee on Mom. Whatever the case, I immediately rushed out of the room and took my original spot. After about 15 minutes, Mum and Harish came out of the bathroom completely wet.

I think they showered. They both kissed each other, and Harish reminded Mummy how much he loved her. He then lay on the bed, followed by Mummy in her arms. He put the sheets over them(they were still naked), and then they slept.

This was one of the initial days of their relationship. Many more such incidents are yet to come.

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The Art of War Pt. 02

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This is the final part of this story, although eagle-eyed readers might find an Easter-egg connected to another of my stories, it’s just a glimpse, and it’s hidden in plain sight, but I couldn’t resist it, sorry. This segment starts immediately where Part 1 leaves off, so it might make more sense to read part 1 first to get context for this part of the story.

All characters indulging in adult sexual activities are over 18, and all acts described are consensual. This story included many scenes of a sexual and incestuous nature, if this offends you please feel free to find something more appropriate to your reading tastes. If you liked this story please comment or vote, if you didn’t, please tell me why, all comments are read, sometimes at arm’s length, and if you want to email me and have me reply, please don’t forget to include a contact email address.

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The Art of War Part 2

La Grande Séduction:

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 illegal bahis 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 casino siteleri 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…

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 poker siteleri 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 derrière, 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.

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