Chapter Eleven

Carl dozed fitfully, dreams of the previous night’s party dancing through his sleeping head.

Busty coeds going buck wild on their male counterpart’s stiff pricks plagued his restless slumber. He was back in that crowded frat house again, naked this time except for a pair of gray boxers and a serving tray holding a shimmering heap of golden dust.

It was difficult to navigate the press of sweaty, rutting bodies without spilling the precarious pile. It shifted like the finest sand at every jostle, precious particulate drifting through the air like dandelion fluff to settle on naked nubile flesh.

“Pardon me. Coming through.” He apologized, sidestepping two ebony-skinned nymphets sporting obscenely huge knockers alternating between making out with and jacking off a brutishly built athlete. “Mind where you point that thing, please.”

All around Carl were college students grown to pornographic proportions and playing the role. Torn clothing hung in rags from their lewdly transformed bodies, baring straining muscles, expanded bosoms, and succulent butts as they fucked, fondled, and sucked each other to hedonistic new heights.

Each time the golden powder alighted on perspiring skin, it was immediately licked up, the lucky beneficiary groaning in pleasure and climaxing explosively. Copious expulsions from various sexes slickened the floor beneath his unshod feet.

Why was he carrying a tray of magical dust again? Where was he taking it?

Carl didn’t know. It was imperative not to lose any. Something about his job, or maybe his own vague future plans?

The nail-hammering hardness in his boxers made it challenging to remember.

A splash of wetness struck his face, making him wince. Hopefully, that was from a feminine source, though it was just as likely male ejaculate spouted with fountainous ****.

Steading his footing, Carl continued to weave. The moisture on his cheeks dribbled past his mouth. He didn’t mean to taste it, but the consistency was not that of his own gooey releases, which was heartening. Fragrant and mildly sweet. nothing offensive or man-ish as he had feared.

More spray peppered his nose and chin, nearly causing him to upend the serving tray and its priceless cargo. Warm and pungent. Slightly spicy. It bathed his parched lips.

Then a disembodied voice whispered in his ear, loving and sensual, cutting through the raucous din of orgasmic cries and thudding music.

“Carlos… my Cariño… wake up. Mama needs you…”

Abruptly, his jaw was levered open by invisible hands, and something dry and flakey was stuffed down his throat.

****, Carl awoke in alarm. The dream dissipated instantly, but the obstruction in his airway remained. He tried to sit upright, to hack out the blockage, but a weight pinned his shoulders, and small hands covered his mouth.

“You must chew. Chew and swallow, Cariño” The voice instructed from above. “Mama is sorry, but she couldn’t resist temptation any longer.”

Spluttering out crumbs, he coughed and gulped, working his tongue until the suffocating lump moved down the correct passage. Oxygen restored, panic receding, Carl stared at his assailant.

…and copped an eyeful of glistening pink pussy.

“What… who?” He rasped, cut short by a drizzle of womanly wetness across his face. “Let me go!”

Spread knees rested on his shoulders, pressing them into the bed. Smooth, bronzed thighs loomed on either side of his skull, joining at the hairless pelvis shrouded by a teensy black mini skirt that concealed precisely nothing.

Only by craning his neck could Carl catch a glimpse of a massive rack spilling from a burgundy corset blocking his view and a swath of loose crimson locks floating diaphanously around a lush, mature figure.

“I want to, Cariño. I really do!” The pleading voice was familiar. “But Mama needs her big, strong boy. Your Papa has been absent too long, and I am consumed with urges. Terrible desires that burn me from within, scorching my heart, and only a good man–a diligent and caring man–can bank the flames.”

“Mom?!”

A few pieces clicked into place but didn’t entirely account for his circumstances.

“Yes, baby. It’s me. Please… forgive your poor mother.” Clarita's words were a husky moan. “She is simply a weak woman driven by her fiery passions.”

Carl might have objected–formed some manner of protest–but before he could, she stretched languidly, covering his prone form like a voluptuous blanket, and wrapped gentle fingers around the tumescent outline in his boxers.

The contact was as electric as it was unexpected. Carl was still at full mast from the dream and almost bucked Clarita off him in shock. She wasn’t heavy, and he had sufficient strength, but a sense of erotic gravitas kept them trapped together.

The redheaded sexpot with the voice of his mother cooed appreciatively while she stroked him, slow and lovingly, through the worn-thin underwear.

“You’re so thick and hard, Cariño. Does it hurt? Let Mama comfort you. Let her perform her motherly duties.”

You–you mustn’t… stop, Mom.” He had meant to say it as two distinct rejections of her advances, but the words blurred together in the confusion of taboo touch and a sleep-addled mind.

With a throaty purr, Clarita relaxed atop him, her moist cunt settling an inch short of his parted lips, fogging him in the perfume of her arousal. Her smooth, teasing motions built in confidence to a firm, heavenly pumping rhythm.

“Don’t worry, baby. Mama won’t stop until you feel better. It’s so large and girthy. I’m jealous of your future wife.” She whispered, tugging down Carl’s waistband to unbridle his engorged length. “This will be her property someday, but tonight, it belongs to your Mama.”

An exhalation of warm air tickled his stiffness; then Clarita’s tongue painted a line of wet heat up the sensitive underside from balls to twitching tip. It dragged a moan from him, resonating with her own satisfied noises as if she had tasted divinity.

“Mom, please… we can’t!” He babbled into her snatch. The dribble of her juices had graduated to a steady flow across his stubbly chin. “It’s wrong and–”

Then, something hit Carl’s stomach with all the volatility of a detonated depth charge. Blood surged through his restrained body, infusing muscle and ligaments with ferocious vigor. His cock lurched, and his balls rumbled like two diesel engines roaring to action.

“–AAAAGH!! Fuck!” He cried, his mother quivering above him.

“Ooh, Cariño! Your words… your hot breath feels incredible on Mama’s pussy.” She whimpered, smearing her drenched crotch over his mouth and cheeks. “Please, keep talking… Mmmhmm~! Comfort your poor Mama too.”

“Hmmnph!”

Clarita attacked him again, buttery soft hands and clever tongue lavishing his shaft in forbidden affection. The full, supple curves of her hourglass figure melted into him. Heavy, bulging tits pressed flat against his naked abs. The squirming of her flaring hips and generously rump caused the miniature leather skirt to ride up to her tinyfied waist, exposing aches of round olive flesh.

Her slightly sweet, mildly spicy flavor flipped a switch in Carl’s souped-up libido. He clamped powerful arms over her thick thighs and dove in tongue first. Lapping and slurping, hunting voraciously for more of the tangy nectar.

“Aaah, Dios mío! Your tongue is inside me! My hunky boy is so kind to his poor Mama.” Clarita crooned between adoring kisses and gentle sucks on his turgid crown. “So large and… Haaa! M-meaty… I think it’s growing bigger! My fingers won’t wrap all the way around anymore.”

Carl could sense it too. Through some manner of penile proprioception, he could feel the dense tissue swelling and lengthening in her stroking grasp. As though the rush of blood southward was adding extra capacity to accommodate the sudden migration.

His fingers sank into her abundant asscheeks, spreading them apart and opening her further for his lingual explorations. She wailed and tremored in raptures when he savaged her budding clit and soaked slit.

“Yes, baby, YES! Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. You’re going to make Mama cum so hard... Hyaaaaa~!”

Bronzed thighs squeezed Carl’s skull like a vise as Clarita doused him in orgasmic honey. Her luscious body spasmed and seized, crimson curls flailing as she rode her son’s handsome face to sinful fruition, loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Quaking with blissful aftershocks, she giggled drunkenly, bending forward to inhale a healthy glob of pearly precum gathering on his bulbous tip. She groaned at the scent of his masculine musk, vacuuming it down and smacking her pillowy lips.

“Goodness, Cariño. You treat your old Mama too well. Look at you. Still so huge and stiff. I will attend to you properly now as a loving mother should.”

Spinning to face him, Clarita smiled proudly at her boy–now a man in truth. Sitting astride his lap, she slowly unfastened the hooks of her burgundy corset and let it fall away. Her enormous coppery breasts fell free, hardly dropping at all, capped with pronounced cappuccino peaks beaded with creamy lactate.

“Oh fuck, Mom. You’re gorgeous.” Carl growled, his greedy hazel eyes consuming her like a smorgasbord of sexual wonderment. His throbbing manpole, nestled in her jiggling butt cleavage, spurted a sticky wad up her arching spine. “I want more than a taste of you.”

“Hush, baby. I know. Mama is going to take good care of you. She cannot resist any longer.” Clarita husked, gripping him by the root and rising on her knees to notch him at her sopping entrance. “Now lay back. Relax. Mama will do all the work, okay?”

She leaned down and ran her moist tongue along his muscular chest, lashing around a tight nipple on the journey to his nectar-slathered lips. They kissed passionately, drinking deep of each other for a timeless moment before she lowered herself down onto him with torturous slowness.

“There’s no need to worry. Cum whenever you like, my darling son.” She gasped as Carl’s massive cock breached her hungry hole. He groaned in horny harmony, thrusting desperately upwards. “Ah, Carlos! You’re splitting your poor Mama apart on your giant dick!”

“Jesus, Mom… you’re hotter and tighter than hell!”

“You’re entering me… aaah! That amazing cock will ruin Mama’s pussy forever!” Clarita sobbed with unfettered desire, filled to bursting with his ginormous manhood. “I’ve been dreaming of this. It’s stirring up my insides. You feel too good… hrnnnh~! You’re rubbing against Mama’s womb!”

Carl’s hands latched onto her vast new tits as she rocked and bounced atop him. His fingers sank into the cushiony flesh, his titanium-hard rod spearing into her smooth belly. They grunted and groaned like feral beasts, driven half-mad with illicit lust, their overheated bodies crashing violently together.

“I can feel it… Aaah! Incredible. So hot and good inside me! Ha-harder… Pound Mama harder, baby!” Clarita begged, swiveling her broad hips and grinding on his base. “She wants every solid inch of you!”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Carl didn’t know how much more he could take of the sex-crazed nympho spewing out filth in his mother’s voice. Her silky pussy walls squeezed and pulled each time he buried himself in her clingy depths as though to trap him there. Her spectacular rack jiggled heavily in his palms, stiff nipples leaking white fluid down his forearms.

“Christ, you’re leaking milk?” He exclaimed, pinching a puckered teet to coax out a cream squirt. It splattered across his chest. “You are! You’re leaking actual goddamn milk!”

“I know, Cariño, I know. Haaah! Mama can’t wait to nurse you again. Feeding her strong, virile boy makes Mama feel… Mmhmmm~... so naughty!”

If his plunging cock weren’t already at critical levels of stiffness, the sight of the obviously fertile, cum-starved goddess riding him like a demented pogo stick would have launched Carl into orbit.

Her gorgeous face was contorted with agonized arousal. Puffy, gold-flecked lips fixed in a rictus grin of carnal need as she smashed her child-bearing hips and spankable rear down on him with bruising ****.

“Deeper, baby, deeper! Oooh… Mama wants you to erupt straight into her womb.” Clarita panted, brushing long, crimson curls out of her bloodshot eyes. “You can do that for me, can’t you? Paint Mama’s empty womb with your molten, manly seed!”

She planted her fists on his shoulders, pushing down with all her considerable heft, massaging and milking Carl’s rigidity in her slick, pumping channel, smothering him with her massive lactating tits.

“Hnnph…”

That was the final straw. With a muffled cry, his hyperactive balls clenched, then unleashed a river of sizzling spunk into the buxom sex-kitten. It poured into her like a busted fire hydrant, and a torrent of her slippery juices gushed in response.

”CAAARINNOOO!!” Clarita wailed, her pretty head lolled, drooling tongue dangling loose. “Thank you, baby! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

Carl couldn’t speak, buried in soft, creamy goodness. Muscles went limp as he shot rope after sticky rope of potent jizz inside his mother. Darkness encroached at the edges of his vision, offering the young man an escape from the insanity of his present reality.

He cast it away with a vigorous shake of his swimming skull.

“Mmmm, that was just what Mama needed.” Clarita sighed, shifting herself backward to nuzzle affectionately into the crook of Carl’s neck. Somehow she managed to keep his stubborn stiffness nestled in her overstuffed snatch despite the change in position. “You’re such a kind and attentive son, Carlos. Comforting your lonely Mama and fucking her so full with your wonderful monster dick.”

He pulsated inside her, despite the fatigue leadening his prone form.

”Dios mío, you’re still hard after all that?” She covered her mouth in shock and looked away, blushing shyly. “I suppose we could go again… if you can forgive your poor Mama’s sinful desires.”

Clarita nibbled on his collarbone as her lush hips started to shift, gyrating in small ecstatic circles. Carl growled out a wordless reply, sucking a fat nipple into his mouth to quench a sudden thirst.

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