The bouncers at the club your friends kept on telling you about started asking your girl a lot of questions, triple-checking her ID and questioning it’s authenticity. Was she really over 21? They escorted her to the back, told you to stay calm as the manager had to look at her, decide whether to kick her out or call the police.
You laughed and said that was unnecessary (I mean, she was older), but waited out of the kindness of your heart. Even got a bit smug knowing that your girl could still get carded.
Twenty, then thirty, then forty minutes came and went and you’re trying to ask all the different bouncers coming in and out of the entrance for an update but they won’t you. Finally the manager comes out and says, “Oh, that young broad? She left already!” He laughs with the bouncers and heads back in. You swallow your pride and head back home, wondering why your boo didn’t meet with you again, but you could understand her shame at this point.
Or so you thought. Truth was you had no idea how much shame she had at this point, as she was on her knees in the employee bathroom this whole time, subjugated as the men’s bitch and taking their loads by the mouthful out of fear for her own safety, soon acknowledging the fact that she could very well be here all night, unable to do anything about these burly black men that were shoving their massive cocks in her mouth.
"So little brother, you dare me to take my shirt off? Babe, you can do much more than that, watch. I choose dare, and I dare you to take everything off. Even the boxers. Rules are rules babe…”
My dad was rolling his eyes in the kitchen as he put the roast pork in the oven, as mom walked into the living room with another one of her tight-fitting outfits; high heels, dolled up, smiling at my brothers and I as he yelled from the kitchen.
"Why do you dress like a 20 year old?!"
"Because I have the body of a 20 year old… Ain’t that right, boys?"
We nodded our head in agreement as we continued staring. I threw in a smirk in there as well. Dad probably doesn’t even know it anymore but she also fucks like a 20 year old, she makes me well aware of that little fact. The way she looked at me, she knew who the real man of the house was, and it wasn’t the man in the kitchen making dinner…
All of your friends from school, and even some of your enemies, have started coming to your mom for tutoring lessons, because she gives every single one of them the type of world-class experience that you can’t get from reading books. The irony of her approach though, was that the number of boys who shot their load on her, your own mother, would be enough to fill up a lecture hall, yet she continued focusing on that intimate, one-on-one education.
"No baby, not yet. Just hold it a little longer." I groaned, frustrated. How was I expected to hold it back like this? Her breasts were hanging in my face as her big beautiful ass was riding me hard. Her pussy clamped tight around me, every inch of my shaft being massaged by her walls.
"Fuck, Mom. Please, I can’t hold it for long."
"Don’t cum yet, baby. Don’t you dare." She was in a trance, her ass bouncing rhythmically on top of me. She was looking back at her own body’s movements. "Oh fuck… Oh baby, it’s coming." She was dripping down my shaft and balls, and her tight cunt only got tighter. Every move made the pressure build in my cock. I was about to burst. I wanted so badly to burst.
"No, baby… not yet. Just… shut up and lay there." I closed my eyes, and tried to distract myself. Tried to think of anything other than my mother fucking me like a whore. "Suck Mommy’s nipples, baby. Help me cum." I sucked her nipple into my mouth, nursing on it while she moaned and fucked me. "Oh baby, it’s coming. Get ready." A few moments later, she screamed. "Fuuuuuuucckk!" She slammed her pussy down on my cock, grinding her hips while my cock was deep inside of her.
I finally burst. Free to release my load, I growled around her nipple, biting down on it as we both came together. Her pussy clenched, holding me tightly inside of her. My cock twitched, pumping deeply inside of her, painting my mothers pussy walls with my thick cum. The sounds of screams and moans filling the room as we reached the peak of climax together, and at the same moment both coming down. We slowed down, breathing against each other as I felt my cum leaking out of her.
"See?" She said, breathing deeply. "That was good, wasn’t it?" I just nodded, to exhausted to speak.
Could you do some easter gifs?
Gotta say not even sure what that would entail. Girls wearing bunny hats? Sinful sex before mass? Holiday passed and I didn’t celebrate it so I do not have anything good to write for it. Until next year…