“Mrs. Gold!” Billy stood up, his swollen cock dripping with preecum.
“I’ll give you another 300 bucks if you let me cum on your face!”
Mom giggled and made him sit back on the sofa.
“Boys will be boys. I haven’t even taken off my panties yet, and you already want to cum on my face.”
She then knelt down in front of us and took his cock firmly in her hand.
“Double the amount, and I will let all four of your gangbang me, and cum wherever you want.”
While slowly stroking Billy, she reached for my cock with her free hand and smiled at me.
“Do you want to gangbang your mommy, sweetie?”
I could feel her gaze piercing my soul, gnawing at my ribcage. It wasn’t forceful, however. It was… horny, inviting and I could feel a genuine motherly concern behind her question.
“Y-yes mom.”
“Yes what?” she began stroking me faster.
“I want to hear your moans as four cocks fuck all your holes at once, feel your body quiver with endless pleasure, and see my mother’s face drip with cum.”
Mom smiled and gave the tip of my cock a gentle kiss.
The boys put another 600 bucks on the table each, and we surrounded mom as she knelt on the carpet. She deepthroated us all, stroking our cocks with her hands as we waited for our turn.
When it was my turn, I came down her throat, pressing her head against my pelvis. She was my mother, but now she was just also something else — a MILFY fuck meat. With a smile of satisfaction she stood up and gave me a wet kiss, which I accepted.
She finally took off her panties and sat like a whore on Johnny’s cock, with her legs spread wide. Jackie started fucking mom’s mouth, while Billy her ass — quite aggressively. I haven’t seen this side of him before.
After a while, Jackie came into mom’s pussy. So we switched positions. Billy took his cock out of mom’s ass and started fucking her mouth instead. Mom sat on my cock and started riding me while Johny fucked her ass.
As I stepped into her arms, I was enveloped in a warm, comforting cloud that immediately transported me back to a time when life was simpler. The sweet, familiar scent of her perfume, a blend of floral notes and powdery undertones, wafted up to greet me, instantly calming my senses. Her soft, gentle skin against mine was like coming home to a place where I was always safe and loved.
The softness of her hair, like silk to the touch, brushed against my cheek as she wrapped her arms tightly around me. I felt the gentle pressure of her hands on my chect, the fingers splayed wide as if embracing me with every ounce of desire she possessed. The scent of her skin, a blend of skin lotion and soap, mixed with the sweetness of her perfume, created a heady aroma that filled my lungs and warmed my heart.
As mom rode me, I felt her warmth seep into my cock, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. Her love was like a sanctuary, a place where I could be myself without apology or expectation. In this moment, nothing else mattered except the intimacy we shared, the bond that connected us in an unbreakable way.
I was gangbanging my mom.
After a moment, Johny came deep into mom’s ass and Billy down her throat. Only me and mom remained -locked in the dance of love and life. The boys sat on the sofa, spent.
We changed positions again. Mom was lying on her back and I continued to fuck her pussy in a missionary. My head resting between her breasts.
“Cum on guys!” she was laughing.
“Drench my MILFY face in cum, while my son fucks me like the TikTok slut I am!”
The young men didn’t need to hear anything more. They surrounded her and covered my mom one by one, in thick loads of cum, while she put on an ahegao face for them — like the one we saw in her video.
At last, I came. Again. Cumming into mom’s warm, welcoming pussy. My senses became overwhelmed, as pleasure coursed through my veins like a river of ecstasy, and my seed flowed like a river of life deep down her womb. I have lost my consciousness. All I could feel was comfort. I was home.
~ o0o ~
When I opened my eyes, my gaze drifted upwards to find myself cradled in the warm, gentle curve of my mother’s breast. The room had surrendered to the night’s shadows, and the TV’s hum had ceased, leaving only the soft rhythm of her calm breathing.
My mother’s fingers danced through my hair, a soothing melody that wove together threads of comfort and tenderness. Her smile, a soft, golden light in the darkness, was a blend of maternal devotion and the languid sweetness after a good fuck.
“Mom?”
“Yes sweetheart?”
“You’re a slut. You know that, right?”
Mom smiled.
“Every mother is a slut for her men.”
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