Jon Reskind - Little eddie_s mother

Carl put both hands on her trembling buttocks, then, using his thumbs to pull the hot, sweat slicked crevice wide apart, the glistening mounds parting to reveal the virginal opening of her tiny, invitingly puckered asshole. He leaned forward, so that the hard fleshy head of his cock rested against the nakedly flexing little entrance, then moved his hips lightly, guiding the shaft along the fissure, poising it finally at the hotly pulsating little mouth between her thighs.

The lovely brunette was quaking with excitement – and with fear now. What was Carl doing back there? she thought dimly. Oh God, why was he playing around with her asshole like that? He wasn't going to… ooohhh dear Lord, not that, he couldn't be thinking of fucking her there, could he? No, no… oh Carl, don't play like that, fuck your cock inside my pussy, I'm on fire and I want to cum again… hurry, Carl, hurry…

But then, suddenly, with a desperate lunge, the handsome man plunged forward, sending his thick hard cock far up into her tightly resisting anal passage, fucking it hard up through the vainly clenched muscles to bury it full-length in the bowels of the helplessly kneeling young mother. He clutched at her desperately flailing hips, flexing deep and hard, into the warm forbidden depths of her asshole, feeling his balls slap hard against her wetly split cunt lips below, the pressure of his lunge buffeting her head hard down against the towel and the sand beneath it.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Lily screamed at the sudden, unexpected assault on her tender, virginal rectal passage, her mind exploding in a torrent of shock as the heavily impaling shaft filled her bowels with incredible pressure. She groaned again and again, as Carl flexed his powerful hips, fucking hard into her, his loins slapping against her sweating ass moons his hands reaching under her to tweak and pinch at her heaving swaying full breasts as he held her nakedly kneeling body immovable before him on the beach towel.

Crouching only a few feet away, her face sweating and sheened with lusting excitement at the lewd sodomizing of the other woman's defenseless rectum, the sensuously lovely Cindy Bradley watched and clapped her hands and screamed out encouragement to her lust-driven husband. "That's it, Carl, give it to her, fuck it hard, Carl honey, fuck the hot little bitch's asshole with your big cock, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"

Eddie had waited ten, fifteen, twenty minutes for Carl Bradley to show up and take him for a swim. He had gone all over the house, looking in every room, but there was no sign of the man. Fighting a growing fear mounting in him, he stepped down off the verandah, then paused a moment. The worried boy looked around. Where had Carl disappeared to? he wondered. He wandered around like a lost puppy until he suddenly stumbled upon a path, and having no idea what else he could do, he began to follow it.

He had gone some twenty yards when he heard Cindy Bradley's voice chanting unintelligable sounds in a high, almost crazed squeal. Eddie stopped, the scowl on his forehead deepening, then he hurried forward again. The sounds grew louder and were joined by other sounds, grunting animal sounds, low moans, the slap of what seemed like naked flesh smacking into naked flesh. He peered ahead and couldn't see anything through the trees except occasional glimpses of the sparkling golden water of the lake and the sinking sun shining on the horizon.

He broke into a little run, and the trees began to thin out somewhat until he could see the beach, more and more of it as he progressed. Then, all at once, there struck his eyes the colorful beach umbrella imbedded in the sand, the towel spread out beneath it, the three people kneeling on the towel – all of them naked, two women and one man, the man kneeling behind one of the women, buttocks heaving, grinding into her, fucking her… The man was Carl Bradley, the watching woman was Cindy Bradley and… and…

Oh wow!!!

The woman being fucked from behind by Carl Bradley, the woman receiving every hard pulsing inch of the dark-haired man's long thick penis in her tightly clenching asshole, was his own beautiful mother!

A startled, disbelieving gasp burst from Eddie's throat and he stopped short at the edge of the beach, as if he had suddenly run head on into a brick wall. He stood absolutely motionless for a long, breathless second, then his body began to sway, his vision clouded, and it seemed for a moment as if he would collapse. He put out his hand blindly, encountered the pole of a slender pine, and leaned his weight against that. With his other hand, he rubbed the hot sweat from his eyes, clearing his vision, and stared stupefied at the carnal sight his brain at first almost refused to comprehend.

There was no mistaking it this time… it was true, it was wildly, impossibly real.

His lovely, wonderful mother was being sodomized, actually fucked in the ass, by Carl Bradley, while his own wife watched, in encouraging glee.

The shocked son fought to sort out his wildly swirling thoughts, to search his brain for some explanation to the salacious carnality being enacted right before his very eyes. But he couldn't conceive of an answer, could only stare as if hypnotized by the lascivious actions of his own mother and the heavily grunting man fucking long and hard into her from behind. Perversely, he couldn't move; it was as if his legs had taken root in the sandy earth, holding him forever fast against the tree there…

Mommy… oh Mommy, what's happening to you, what is he doing to you? his shocked young mind dazed over with near-incoherence. His eyes were fastened on his mother's nakedly twisting form now, her soft, lithe body glistening in the waning summer light. So beautiful… Mommy is so beautiful. Oh God, oh God, your body is so beautiful Mommy, your smooth round buttocks, your soft round breasts swaying there… your pussy, I can't see it but I know it's moist and pink up between your legs and has soft, soft, little cunt hair all around it…

Suddenly, insanely, his cock began to stir and throb crazily in his swimsuit, to rise slowly into an erection as he stared at the lewdness before him, not more than twenty feet away. No, no, my God, he couldn't be getting excited! And yet he was… he was becoming sexually aroused watching his own mother being fucked in the ass! He was crazy, he'd lost all control… oooohhhhhh nooooooo!

Reflexively, the tormented teenage boy took a step forward, lurching away from the tree, blind panic seizing him as the impact of the knowledge of his carnal desire to fuck his mother struck him fully. His love for Lily, his beloved mother, was not the affectionate love a boy ordinarily held for his mother… it was undeniably the love of a young man for a beautiful female, a sexual love, a burning heat which seared through his flesh as he had watched her being wildly fucked from behind. That was the reason for this strange dream…

God, he wanted to fuck his own mother!

He wanted to fuck her from behind too, as Carl Bradley was fucking her now, feel himself inside her, fucking her, ass fucking his own mother!

Another agonized gasp escaped Eddie's tortured throat, and he lurched forward yet again to stand with his legs wide-spread on the sandy beach, his heart flailing wildly in his chest, his body trembling with his consuming desire, his eyes two pits of fiery lust. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't, he couldn't! He was past all redemption, past all caring, as torrents of desire swept him up in a floodtide that set his blood to boiling, his cock to throbbing madly as it jutted forth from the cloth of his swimsuit…

It wasn't so much Eddie's gasp, as his lurching forward onto the sand, that communicated to Cindy the presence of someone else… someone she knew would be Eddie Granger. So Carl hadn't failed in his plan. When she saw him alone, she thought maybe he had messed up the last part of the strategy. Good old Carl, he always came through for her…