Chapter 3: Mom Gets Involved
Brenda is the narrator for the first part of this chapter:
One day, several weeks after the Halloween incident I drove to Carson's house because I had mixed up a special orange juice cocktail which has a a generous portion of my piss. I thought he would enjoy it, as Hemming and Thompson clearly did. When I knocked on the door, Carson answered and invited me in. We talked for a bit and I presented him with the OJ cocktail. He put some in a glass with ice cubes and thoroughly enjoyed it, smacking his lips and rolling it on his tongue. I asked Carson if he was alone and he answered in the affirmative; his parents and sister were all out for the day and were not due back until quite late. I sat next to Carson on the sofa and asked him flat out: "Would you like to fuck me, Carson? I saw your cock the other night and was very impressed...Do you fuck women too?"
Carson looked at me with lust in his eyes and a stiffening cock. "I would love to fuck you Miss Brenda...I didn't know you would allow me to...?" I said to Brenda, my voice barely above a whisper. I looked up at Brenda, my eyes locked onto hers, and I saw the same hunger mirrored in her gaze.
"I'd like that, Carson," I said, my voice sultry with desire. "I've always thought you were gorgeous, and I've seen how you handle a cock.
I bet you could fuck like a god," I purred, my hand reaching out to stroke his thigh. "I want you to fuck me, Carson. I want you to show me what you've got."
He nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He reached out, cupping my breast, feeling the heavy weight of it in his hand. I moaned, arching into his touch, my nipple puckering beneath my shirt.
"Take this off, please " he demanded, his voice low and husky with desire. I sat up, pulling my shirt off over my head, revealing my large, firm breasts.
Carson's eyes widened as he took in the sight of me, his breath hitching in his throat. "Fuck, Brenda, you're so sexy," he groaned, his hand reaching out to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple. I gasped, my back arching as a jolt of pleasure shot through me. Carson leaned in, his lips capturing my nipple, sucking and nipping at it through the thin fabric of my bra. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his long, blond hair, holding him to me as he lavished attention on my breast.
"You like that, Carson? You like tasting my tits?" I asked, my voice a sultry purr.
Carson pulled away, his lips glistening with my saliva. "Yes, ma'am I do," he mumbled , his eyes locked onto mine. "I love your breasts, Brenda. I've imagined sucking them so many times."
I smiled, my heart pounding with excitement. "Well, why don't you show me what you've got, stud?" I challenged, my hand reaching behind me to unhook my bra.
"Show me what you've got, Carson. Show me how much you want me."
Carson looked up at me, his eyes heavy with lust, his cock straining against his jeans. He took a deep breath, his chest expanding, and then reached out, shoving me back against the sofa. I let out a gasp as I hit the backrest, my breasts jiggling with the force of the movement.
Carson was on me in an instant, his hands gripping my thighs, his mouth devouring mine. His kisses were hard and demanding, his teeth nipping at my lips as his tongue explored my mouth.
I moaned into his kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders as I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.
He broke away from my mouth, his lips trailing down my neck, his tongue licking and sucking at my skin as he made his way to my breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
"You have beautiful breasts, Brenda," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to fuck them, Brenda. Then...fuck your pussy!" "You like pussy, darling? " I teased Carson...my hand reaching down to stroke his cock through his jean.
“Hell yes, I fucking do,” he growled, his hips bucking against my hand. “I want to taste your tits, fuck them, and then bury my cock in that sweet, tight pussy of yours. I want to make you scream, Brenda.”
“Is that so?” I purred, my hand releasing his cock and moving to unbutton his jeans. “Well, why don’t you show me what you’ve got, stud?”
Carson looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and nodded.
"Yes, ma'am, that's what I want," he growled, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he looked up at me.
I smiled, my heart pounding with anticipation. "Good. Because I'm going to let you do all those things. I'm going to let you fuck my tits, Carson. And then I'm going to let you fuck my pussy. But first..." I trailed off, my hand slipping into his jeans, wrapping around his cock. He was hard as a rock, the length and thickness of him making my mouth water with anticipation.
I stroked him slowly, my thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that was leaking from him.
Carson groaned, his hips bucking into my hand. "Fuck, Brenda, that feels so good," he moaned, his eyes locked onto mine.
"I bet it does," I purred, my hand picking up speed, my fist sliding up and down his length. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling my hand on your cock, don't you?"
He nodded, his breath coming in quick pants. "Yes, ma'am, I do. I love it, Miss Brenda.
I love touching your dick, Carson. Feeling how hard you are for me, how much you want me," I murmured, my hand stroking his cock faster, my palm slick with his precum.
Carson's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to my touch. "Ohmygod, Miss Brenda...your hand feels so good on my penis. I can't believe I'm finally going to have sexual intercourse you."
I smirked, my grip tightening on his shaft. "You better believe it, my darling . And...you know what? I've never had a child and I'm reaching the age where - if I'm going to have a baby - I'd better do it soon. ...What do you think, Carson? Is that something that interests you?" Carson looked up at me with wide eyes. "You'd let me impregnate you Miss Brenda?" Carson asked, his voice barely a whisper, eyes wide with disbelief and excitement.
I nodded, my hand still stroking his cock. "Yes, Carson. I want to feel your hot, young cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up, make me yours completely." "Ohmygod, Miss Brenda. That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. I want to fill you up with my cum. I want to make you mine.I want to see your belly getting big with my baby inside you" "Then show me, Carson.
Show me how much you want to impregnate me," I challenged, my hand releasing his cock. I sat up, pushing him down onto the sofa, my knees straddling his hips. "Show me how much you want to make me yours, Carson."
Carson's eyes darkened with desire as he looked up at me, his hands reaching up to grip my hips. He dug his fingers into my flesh, his nails biting into my skin as he pulled me down onto his hard cock. I gasped as I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy, the length of him stretching me, filling me completely.
"Oh fuck, Carson, that feels so good," I moaned, my breath coming in short pants as I began to move, my hips grinding against his.
"Do you like that, Carson?" "Do you like feeling your cock inside me?"
Carson nodded, his eyes locked onto mine, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to thrust upwards, fucking me with slow, deliberate movements. "Yes, Miss Brenda. It feels fucking amazing. Your pussy is so tight, so hot.
You're gripping my cock so good," Carson groaned, his hips moving in time with mine, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with agonizing slowness. I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. It was a delicious torture, a sweet, excruciating burn that had my body on fire.
I moaned, my hips moving faster, my body desperate for more. "Fuck me, Carson. Fuck me harder," I begged, my nails digging into his chest as I rode him, my body aching with need.
"Make me yours, Carson. Fill me up with your cum. Give me your baby."
Carson's eyes widened at my words, and he let out a low growl, his hips snapping upwards as he began to fuck me in earnest. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me, his cock stretching and filling me with each brutal thrust.
"That's it, Carson. Fuck me like you mean it. Make me your little slut.
Fuck me like you own me," I screamed, my body on fire with need as Carson continued to pound into me, his cock hitting my g-spot with each brutal thrust. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure spiraling out of control.
"You want that, don't you, Brenda? You want to be my child's mother, don't you?" Carson growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
"Yes! God, yes!" I cried, my body writhing beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock as I felt the orgasm building.
"Please say it, Miss Brenda. Tell me you want to bear me children...!" I gasped, my breath coming in short, desperate pants as I clung to Carson's shoulders, my nails digging into his back. "Yes, Carson! Yes, I want to bear your children! Please, make me pregnant! Fuck me like you're going to impregnate me!" I screamed, my body convulsing as the orgasm tore through me, my pussy clenching around Carson's cock, milking him for all he was worth.
Carson groaned, his hips slamming into me with renewed vigor as he felt my pussy grip him.