A Woman with Big Tits

Your eyes scanned the search results, the thumbnails a blur of skin and lingerie, until one image caught your attention. A woman with enormous breasts, her nipples pierced with gleaming silver rings, stared back at you with a seductive smile. Exactly the kind of woman you found attractive as a guy.

Your eyes lingered on the image, the woman's piercing gaze seeming to hold your attention. You felt a familiar stirring in your chest, a sensation that was both thrilling and unsettling. With a sense of resignation, you clicked on the image, and the video began to load. The screen flickered, and the woman's face was replaced by a shot of her standing by a pool, the sun glinting off the water behind her. She was wearing a tiny bikini, the bright pink fabric a stark contrast to her golden skin. The camera panned down her body, lingering on her curves as she struck a pose, one hand on her hip and the other holding a pair of oversized sunglasses.

As the woman in the video began to peel off her bikini, revealing more and more of her suntanned skin, your gaze remained fixed on the screen. Without conscious effort, your hand drifted towards your crotch, your fingers brushing against the seam of your panties, a reminder that you were in your mothers body.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you pushed them to the side, letting your mothers pussy free. You didn't take your eyes off the screen, transfixed by the woman's slow, deliberate movements.

As the woman in the video continued to peel off her bikini, your gaze remained fixed on the screen, your eyes drinking in the sight of her toned body. Your fingers, still trembling slightly, hovered near your crotch, the sensation of your mother's warm skin a stark contrast to the chill of dread that had settled in the pit of your stomach. The woman's eyes sparkled with a knowing glint as she reached out to the pool boy, who had been discreetly lingering in the background. He was young, no more than 20, with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of hesitation.

The woman's eyes locked onto the pool boy's as she reached out to his waistband, her fingers deftly unbuttoning the top button of his shorts. The camera zoomed in on the movement, capturing every twitch of her fingers as she slowly began to pull down his shorts.

As the woman's hands grasped the waistband of the pool boy's shorts, she gave a sly smile and pulled them down in one swift motion. The camera panned down, capturing the pool boy's huge penis as it sprang free from his shorts.

As the pool boy's enormous penis sprang into view, your eyes widened in a mix of shock and fascination. The camera zoomed in on his erection, capturing every detail in stark clarity. Your pupils dilated, and your breathing quickened, as you felt a sudden surge of arousal course through your body. The warmth spreading through your chest and abdomen seemed to pool between your legs, and you could feel your mother's pussy growing increasingly wet. Your gaze remained transfixed on the screen, drinking in the sight of the pool boy's massive member. Your fingers, start exploring your mothers pussy, as you stare at the screen.

Your watched as the woman in the video began to give the pool boy a tit fuck. She deftly wrapped her massive breasts around his erection, her nipples piercings glinting in the sunlight as she squeezed them together.

As the woman's massive breasts squeezed together, enveloping the pool boy's erection, your gaze remained fixed on the screen, but your attention had subtly shifted. You realized, with a mixture of surprise and discomfort, that you were more focused on the pool boy's cock than the woman's tits. The way it glistened with a subtle sheen of oil, the way it seemed to pulse with a life of its own, had captivated your attention. Your eyes were drawn to the way the camera zoomed in on the pool boy's member, the veins visible beneath the surface of the skin, the slight curve of the head.

Your eyes remained transfixed on the screen, drinking in the sight of the pool boy's massive member. Your fingers, without your conscious control, began to explore your mother's pussy, rubbing it with a growing intensity. The sensation of your fingers against your mother's slick folds was both alien and intoxicating, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan as you watched the woman in the video continue to tit-fuck the pool boy.

The sound of your own voice, high and breathy, caught you off guard, and you quickly glanced around the room, as if expecting someone to be there, listening. As the woman in the video finally released the pool boy's erection from her breasts, she smiled slyly and nodded towards the camera, as if beckoning the viewer to watch what was about to happen next. The pool boy, his eyes fixed on the woman's face, positioned himself behind her, his massive member bobbing up and down as he prepared to enter her. The camera zoomed out, capturing the woman's toned backside as the pool boy grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he slowly began to push into her.

Your eyes remained glued to the screen, your gaze drinking in the sight of the pool boy's cock as it slowly disappeared into the woman's pussy. The woman'`s moans grew louder and more intense as the pool boy picked up his pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The camera focused on the woman's face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream. You could see the muscles in her neck straining as she took in the sensation of the pool boy's enormous cock filling her up.

Your own breathing matched the rhythm of the woman's moans, your fingers moving in sync with the pool boy's thrusts. The sensation of your mother's pussy, wet and slick beneath your fingers, was almost too much to bear.

As the pool boy's cock continued to slide in and out of the woman's pussy, your mind began to wander, and you couldn't help but imagine yourself in her place. You wished it was you being fucked by the pool boy, his massive member stretching you wide, filling you with an intense pleasure. The fantasy sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers moved more quickly, rubbing your mother's clit with a newfound urgency.

Your eyes remained glued to the screen, but your gaze was unfocused, your mind consumed by the image of the pool boy's cock sliding into you. You could almost feel the sensation, the slight pinch of pain giving way to a wave of pleasure as he filled you completely.

As the pool boy's thrusts grew more frenzied, the woman's moans reached a fever pitch, and you could feel your own pleasure building to a crescendo. Your fingers moved with a mind of their own, rubbing your mother's clit with an increasing urgency, as if trying to keep pace with the pool boy's frantic movements. The woman's eyes flew open, and she let out a strangled cry as she reached orgasm, her body shuddering beneath the pool boy's relentless pounding.

You felt your own body tense, your muscles contracting as your pleasure reached a boiling point. Your breath caught in your throat, and your vision blurred for a moment as you felt yourself hurtling towards release. As the woman's body shuddered beneath the pool boy's relentless pounding, your own muscles contracted, and you felt a sudden, intense release. A burst of fluid erupted from your mother's pussy, squirting onto the bed in a warm, wet gush. The sensation was both startling and exhilarating, and you felt a cry of surprise rising up in your throat.

Your eyes still fixed on the screen, you watched in a daze as the pool boy pulled out of the woman, his massive member glistening with a mixture of his own fluids and hers. The camera zoomed in on his cock, capturing every detail as he stroked it slowly, milking the last drops of cum from his shaft.

As the camera continued to zoom in on the pool boy's glistening member, your eyes slowly began to unfocus, your gaze drifting away from the screen as the reality of what you had just done began to sink in. You felt a creeping sense of horror and shame as you realized that you had just masturbated in your mother's body, and worse, you'd imagined being fucked by a big cock. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a wave of nausea wash over you.

Your gaze dropped to your hands, still moist from the fluids that had erupted from your mother's pussy. You could feel the sticky wetness on your fingers, and the sensation made your skin crawl.

You decide you need to clean up, and fast.