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Shuan held me agsinst the wall fucking me so hard . I could literally feel my legs vibrating from the ground . I didn’t know how to rest at this moment . I couldn’t believe that this was what my mom was enjoying and that was the only reason why my mom was hell bent on having him all to herself . I just didn’t know what to do , with his heavy thrust going in and out of my pussy , I knew that it was the best sex that I would ever have in my life so I had to Jean in for more .

He was talking to his friend Brad about some hot videos they had watched. Then came the shocker. He talked about a video about a guy and girl only this time the guy had wanted to have sex with his mom…. The girl pretended to be his mom and resisted his wanting to have sex with her. He slowly started feeling his pretend ’mom’ and soon he was laying on top of her and kissing her neck. The pretend mom got all aroused and slowly let him feel her tits. I then heard Jeff say: “Brad, keep this to yourself….but….I wish that was me on my mom. She’s so sexy with nice tits, I would love to fuck her….huh?….you too would love to fuck your mom too? Were sicko’s Brad…..but I bet other guys wish they could

Mom: "God, baby, STOP! I appreciate what you are doing, but I just want you to do me, and do me hard. I am so horny, so ready. Let's both make this a night to remember...enough with hammer time...now, it's baby time." I pulled all the way out of mom till only the end of my cock lightly grazed her wet pussy, then I slammed it home. Mom winced. I withdrew it all the way, and then brought it forward. As I continued to pile-drive into my gorgeous mother, I carefully started moving her towards the bedpost. Finally, I had her where I instinctively needed her for breeding, with her legs on my shoulders, her slender ankles bumping into my ears, her beautiful smooth mommy feet dangling in the air. My

I’M A SLUTTY MOM 1. **ELENA’S POV** I never thought I'd end up like this, sandwiched between two men, my body trembling with need, my mind spinning from the filthy things they were whispering in my ears. But then again, I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who'd let her son’s friends fuck her either. Yet here I was, dripping wet, my pussy aching for them, my ass already stretched and ready.

Sam whispered, taking one nipple into his mouth. “Hmm…” I heard him moan as he flicked my nipples, rolling them between his teeth and nibbling gently on them. “This is insane.” I heard mum say then I heard dad take in a deep breath. Sam turned me over, making sure my pussy was exposed to his eyes. “This is ridiculous!” Mom screamed and stormed out of the room. Dad followed immediately but Sam didn't stop. “We're in trouble.” I whispered and moaned loudly when I felt the tip of Sam's fingers. He opened me with two fingers before shoving his tongue deeply into my pussy.

A release so he could function around Mom. But the rationalization felt hollow as another loud moan tore through the wall. Mom was cumming, loud and shameless. Marcus growled her name, or something close to it, and the thrusting sounds grew erratic and brutal. I could almost feel the impact of his hips, the way his balls would slap against her. My own body betrayed me, pulsing with empty need. I was so wet that it had soaked through to the sheets beneath me.

Our bodies moved together, me grinding on Jake’s face while Sarah fucked his cock. I reached down and rubbed Sarah’s clit as she rode him. “You look so hot taking his cock, Mom. Your pussy is creaming all over him.” She moaned louder, bouncing faster. “He feels so good, baby. So much thicker than I imagined. Touch me more—make Mommy cum on your stepbrother’s dick.” I rubbed her clit furiously while we made out. Jake’s tongue was magic beneath me—lapping at my clit, sucking my lips, occasionally dipping to my asshole. The vibrations of his groans as Sarah rode him pushed me toward another orgasm.

We were so lost in each other that we did not hear the front door open. The sound of keys hitting the entry table snapped us out of our bubble. My mother stood in the doorway of the living room, frozen in place. She was still wearing the dress from her date the night before, her purse slung over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: her twenty-year-old son on the couch with her thirty-three-year-old best friend straddling his lap, kissing passionately, Rachel’s shirt ridden up and my hands clearly under it on her bare skin.

He kept breeding me through orgasm after orgasm, talking dirty the entire time. “Imagine it,” he groaned, hips slamming against me. “Your belly swelling with my child while you model in my private photoshoots. You’ll be spoiled, fucked, and knocked up. My perfect little breeding whore.” “I’m cumming again… fuck, Damon!” I screamed, squirting all over his cock as another violent orgasm tore through me. He fucked me through four more orgasms, switching positions constantly, always talking about breeding me, owning me, ruining me for anyone else.

“I am here for you now. Your pleasure belongs to me.” I finally released her boobs. Her hands rested on my chest. My rhythm met hers. Every thrust sent an electric jolt to my balls. God, she was so fucking good. My son was so stupid for not fucking her every day. Standing missionary was one of the best kinds of sex I had back in college. And I was at it again. Pistoning my cock in and out of her. I pushed her back against the wall… so that I could penetrate deeper. Holy hell! Even monsters don’t last the way I lasted.