But the sounds kept getting louder...

Meanwhile, Isaiah's cock’s pistonlike motion against your Mom’s throat, together with his deep, bellowing grunts got louder and louder. The echo coming from the gagging in the bathroom was so noisy that you just got quiet, trying to understand what was going on.

— Fuck bitch… I'm gonna cum all this spunk in your throat and you gonna swallow it all...

— Hmmm-Hmm — Your Mom nodded as much as she could nod — gawk gawk gawk gawk

— I have never seen a nasty bitch like this… Goddamn... I'm so close...

You got close to the door, wondering if you should or shouldn’t open it…

— Shit... Here it comes! FUCK!!! — Isaiah roared like a lion while pushing your Mom's head towards the base of his cock. The deep groan startled you and, without thinking twice, you opened the bathroom door that wasn't properly locked...

As you fixed your gaze on them, Isaiah was already unloading rope after rope of dense cum at the back of your Mom's throat while slowly pumping in and out.

They were so thick that your Mom had trouble swallowing them; the thick sperm got stuck on the back of her throat on the way down but she focused and opened up her gullet every time his cock tensed up, as it meant the next shot of spunk was about to be shot.

Standing there, you witnessed everything: while your kneeling Mom had her face buried deep down onto Isaiah's crotch. You thought he was already actually gone. Your Mom kept making obscene, fleshy sounds with her mouth and throat while Isaiah kept cursing at her with his eyes closed.

You were just realizing what you just saw and decided to leave. Nobody seemed to have been alerted by your presence, or cared about if they did, so you took your chance and silently disappeared.

Every new discharge was weaker than the prior one, but your Mom's throat welcomed them all in their new home: Her belly. Isaiah’s grip became so loose that he just let his hands hang, freeing your Mom’s head in the process to let her coax out every drop of cum left…

— Damn, that was a lot of jizz... — Isaiah whispered, feeling proud of the amount he produced. — And you really got it all… Didn’t spill anything…

— Hmmm-hmm, I know right? — Your Mom agreed, pretty proud herself by being able to take everything down. She eventually looked around and gasped, putting her hand in front of her mouth — Why is the door open?! You closed it, right?! Was Anon here? Did he see me doing...?!

— Nah, he just left after you began not answering him, as busy as you were. And the door… It must have been the wind. — That sorry excuse seemed to convince your Mom that she had nothing to worry about...

The truth is that Isaiah did realize how you opened the door and saw how you looked at your Mom while she was busy. He saw how heavily it dawned upon you what was happening, what it meant, what it implied: Your Mom's perception and conception that you had until now changed forever in an awful way.

He saw too, how you dumbly left without making a sound.