Author's note:
This is the Chapter 3 of the Story.
Now, first at all I want to reply to comment on Chapter 2 by "Anonymous 02/14/08- All the baby references are getting creepy."
You are right, Mr.Anonymous. It was my mistake to use the word "clan" instead of "gang"; that was because I'm not from U.S. and English language is not my mother tongue.
I strongly apologize if somebody felt insulted, but it was not in my intention. Absolutely.
And let me say, Mr.Anonymous, that I know the American history like you and it's not necessary you explain me what was KKK.
In conclusion: I'm not racist. The black characters of this story, like in other sex stories, are only well-endowed guys.
Enjoy the story, dear readers.
Scott carried the unconscious Carol to his bedroom, cradling her in his arms like a baby. She was senseless, after the intense lovemaking.
The boy put delicately his mom on the bed, then he laid beside her. Carol was totally nude, her son still was wearing his pants.
He slipped the right arm underneath and around her, so she was in his embrace. Her small, lying body was a lovely vision: at fifty-two, not one ounce of superfluous fat disfigured the perfect swell of her feminine gorgeous attributes: breasts, ass, belly, thighs and arms. She looked like a Barbie doll.
Scott put the palm of his free hand over one pink nipple and closed his fingers, grasping as much of the large breast as he could, then he gently squeezed and caressed the fleshy mound. When he felt the tiny nub beginning to stiffen, he closed it between thumb and forefinger, rolling and making it fully erect, ready to be mouthed.
He alternately flicked his tongue over the rigid protuberance and encircled the nipple in his warm wet lips. When the entire skin of her tit was covered with his saliva, Scott rolled his mother onto her back and after removing his hand from underneath, bent his head down to the second breast and repeated over it the licking and sucking motions with new excitation.
Then he looked at her pussy: it was so stretched out from John's savage fucking that he doubted it would recover its normal shape in the future.
Scott shoved his head to her twat and started thrusting his tongue into her gaped hole, brushing his teeth against her clit.
Carol let out an unexpected moan: the erotic action over her sensitive genitals was waking up the woman from her faint.
"What. . . what are you doing?" she whispered.
"Oh, mom, finally!" said Scott, raising his head from her pussy; and his words could be interpreted as: finally you recovered your senses or finally you are in my bed or both of them.
"He can't do this, I can't allow him to play with me in this way, I can't let it happen. It's a sin, he his my son," was thinking Carol.
But the events of that unbelievable night of lust had overhelmed all the limits of the common morals and now she was uncapable of stopping the incestuous desires of her son and her own yearnings. Without considering, in addition, that both mother and son had just enjoyed the blow up she had given to her boy, while she was sitting in the lap of the commanding giant.
Many times, in the last months, she had allowed Scott playing with her, fondling and kissing her tits, carrying her half-naked body to the shower or in the pool, like she was his girlfriend and not his mom: now they were together in the same bed and Scott seemed absolutely determined to get from his libidinous mother all the sensual pleasures she was able to lavish on her lovers.
"Mom, I love you. You are so beautiful," Scott's cock was hardening inside his pants.
Carol put her arms around his neck; she pulled him forward to give him a passionate kiss and their tongues joined inside their mouths.
When they broke the kiss, her tits were right in front of him. He began to lightly fingering one areola.
He told her: "Mom, that guy fucked you so hard and you liked it, didn't you?"
"Honey, forgive me, but he is so strong and I couldn't help."
"Yes, mom, but you loved it: you loved being cradled by him all the time, like a child and being fucked hard by his big cock like a slut."
Scott, now, was caressing her swollen breasts.
"You know, mom, how to please a man, how to give him what he wants. You love being used by a man to satisfy his lust. You are small like a baby, but you are the greatest slut a man could dream about. Mom, you know that I love you and I know that you love me. But you let me only playing with you and never let me fucking you. Now I can't wait any more: I want you, mom, I want your pussy and tits and ass and everything. I want to share my bed with you and take all of your body, just like a lover."
These words removed the remaining moral bonds from Carol's mind and made her passion exploding unrestrainably.
"Oh, dear, I love you. I want you; your mom is yours, honey, totally yours."
Like crazy, Scott bent his head and put his tongue between her pussy lips, starting at the bottom and then, up and down, lapping all the way on her cunt. He stick his tongue as deep as he could, probing her inner walls, then came out and licked up, till he reached the little erect bud of her clit.
Carol moaned. "Ohhhhhh. . . baby, ohhhhh, my god, it feels so good."
She pressed her pussy against his mouth and he made his tongue swirling around.
The woman was reaching another orgasm.
"Ohhhh. . Scott, I'm cumming again. . . your mommy is cumming, keep eating me, honey, don't stop, please, your mom loves you."
The boy was in heaven; he couldn't believe at his eyes and his ears; her mom was cumming and was asking for more and more. He didn't waste any seconds: still noisily sucking and nibbling her clit, he moved his right hand over her shaved tender pussy and inserted one and then a second finger, caressing her insides with a probing back and forth motion.
It was too much for the small Carol: she started screaming, letting out insane words of passion, while her pussy juices were flowing abundantly and uninterruptedly from her inflamed pussy, soaking mouth and fingers of her son.
In the other room John and his friends were making plans.
Craig had been back from the house inspection. Mr. Blum had showed him the safe box. The black convict collected a good handful of jewels and all the money he found there, then he put everything in a bag, tied the man and closed him in a lumber-room, far from the living area of the house.
When he met Tom and Nick, they informed him of the sexual intercourse between John and the little Mrs. Blum. All of them burst out laughing at the details of the savage fucking and the long manipulation John had given to the child, as he called the mature, but petite housewife.