Catch up with Sasha

"Yeah... I guess so", you stammer out from below, admiring the breathtakingly long, perfectly toned bronze legs on the Spaniard beauty above you as she's sauntering down the stairs. Waiting for her below, you're finally free to properly check her out. The curly-haired brunette is dressed more for a wild night out clubbing than a girl's-only movie thing. Her incredibly skimpy shiny red dress ends far, far above the knee, and she just barely avoids flashing her her bronzed Mediterranean cunt to her best friend's dorky son she's known since childhood with each step down. Sasha looks just you last remembered her, a vivacious, bubbly wet dream of a feisty southern beauty with an easy-going personality, a tight waist and full, natural tits.

Perhaps admitting you have the hots for mommy to her adventurous, flirty best friend is not the brightest idea, but with your eyes on her crotch and blood rushing to your cock as she saunters down the stairs, you just spout forth whatever comes to your mind with no filter, all but virtually licking your lips, salivating over her magnificent, curvy body you've always wanted.

"Oh, David, that's so sweet. Kids these days so rarely say nice things about their parents", Sasha replies in a sing-song, euphoric voice. With each step down, her hips sway and her tightly packaged tits jiggle inside her strapless dress inevitably tugging it downwards while it desperately struggles to contain them. With each jiggle, she flashes more and more cleavage as the glittering red fabric retreats downwards. You can already barely resist pulling out your cock when it teeters by her pointy nipple for a brief moment, but your eyes almost pop out when a step later, her tits finally liberate themselves after this uneven tug of war. With an almost audible pop her statuesque brown boobs burst out and jiggle wildly. The subject of your fantasies during countless nights and days spent jerking off, they are just as perfect as you imagined, firm, bronze and shapely. "Ooooh, whoopsie", Sasha smiles gingerly at her bestie's loser failson, not a hint of shame on her mischeivous voice. The cheeky latina takes all the time she needs while you eye-fuck her perfect puppies, even accentuating them by sliding her hands down their curves before slowly and sensually tucking her bewitching bust back inside the whorish tube dress.

Sasha does an unnaturally perfect act of pretending your perverted leering is seemingly completely lost on her. What was that white horse dude telling you again? Ah fuck, it. It's hot either way. The way she still treats you with the same friendliness just like she did 10 years ago, when you were still an average boy with all of life's promises open to you is just sooo comforting. Despite the degrading contact between her slutwear dress and your messy cock just a short while ago, the mark still faintly visible above her crotch, the elated "It's soooo great to see my little Davy again" makes it seem like she's struggling not to put your scrawny body in another tit-smothering, dick-squuezing "innocent little David" embrace. Not that you have any problem with coddling affection if it involves Sasha's magnificent thicc Spanish MILF body. With what she's wearing it would feel more like a raunchy make out session in a club than a friendly reunion anyway.

While you are lost in mindless horny trance, the curly-haired MILF beauty struts towards you, pouncing on you looking less like the closest you ever had to a real aunt and more like a horny cougar out on the prowl for some young dick. And if that's what she's after, she's found her target - your raging hard on is almost tearing through the crusty fabric of your sweatpants, the impressive size of the tent you're pitching looking even more out of place on your malnourished, unkempt body. Acting like there's nothing out of the ordinary with her flashing you like a cheap whore, she wears a radiant, playful smile only the outgoing and fun, even slightly wild friend of the family who has known you for all of your life would ever give you. Coming closer she takes you in with the elated, wonderous gaze of a friendly reunion after years of being apart - hell, come to think of it, you really haven't seen each other for a while after all. Not that it was exactly on good terms either. Probably your real Mom didn't exactly have much good to say after that mess of a divorce and your almost complete lack of contact afterwards. The fact that this whole time your are shamelessly leering down into the barely covered chasm of her cleavage, hunching over like a neanderthal, doesn't disturb the magic of the moment one tiny bit. And hey - at least you managed to pull up your pants this time.

That's good enough for good old Sasha. She stands before you, spreading her legs wide, the dress hiking up her thick thighs and barely covering her cunt below: "What a fine young man", she compliments, biting her finger and scanning you up and down, her gaze lingering on your crotch for an obscene amount of time. "Oh, look at you - you're all grown up!", the vivacious Spaniard says coyly, starting to speak even before she managed to tear her eyes away from your impressive pacakge. There's a mischievous glimmer in her eyes that leaves no doubt about what kind of "growth" she has in mind.

She used to be a permanent fixture in your ****, shameful masturbation fantasies. You've always had rumors, ranging from her being "adventurous" to her being a total nympho with most legends being steadily about her relationship to the guys in her neighborhood - close friends, neighbors, security guards. Hell, even the postman came up from time to time. In all those stories she invariably figured as a totally unhinged, horny slut. Of course you always vehemently denied them when your friends (few and far inbetween) brouth them up. What else were you supposed to do? But in private, you furiously beat off countless times, dreaming that those rumors about her being a dirty slut being true, dreaming that one day she would just come up to your room and fuck you raw like a bitch in heat. Of course, you never made a move of any kind, so overtime your fantasies grew more and more perverted and ****. One recurring theme that never failed to make your dick hard was her being just as coy and playful while servicing you in the most depraved ways possible, coming up to your room to joke about your favorite TV shows, but the taking your dick out, pushing you onto the bed, riding you cowgirl with her ass. In your dreams, while she lounged around the house, gossiping with your mom, her throat was always ready to swallow your dick and balls, as you ran into the room naked, jokingly patting you on the ass while you speared inside her mouthpussy. Without any gag reflex, of course.

Looking at her now, it's still easy to see why you filled up several sperm bank's worth thinking about her - her lush latina physique valiantly defies any signs of aging and her slutty, slim-waist, big ass and fat-tits body is the stuff of the highest-class escorts usually reserved for foreign billionaires. Her angelic face beams vivacious, eliciting pure, soothing happiness, but her big doe eyes glimmer with friendly mischief, promising some fun soon. If you feel like it, of course. Your cock strains painfully against the cheap fabric of your pants as all the pent-up fantasies race through your degenerate head.

Sasha, or rather, the better version of her, definitely feels there's a lot on your mind, and decides to take matters into her own hands: "Boy oh boy, you must have so much to tell me! So much to catch up! Come on, let's take a seat!", the sluttily dressed milf figure enthuses, grabbing your hand and energetically pulling you towards the living room couch. You pray she won't notice the sticky wetness from the pre-cum drying on your palm after you've used it to jerk off looking at her juicy ass, your rock-hard chub leaking the murky, smelly substance almost continuously. You can't take her eyes of her and just nod idiotically, overwhelmed by the realization that the unconditionally slutty, perenially horny dream version of your Mom's hot friend is inside your living room.

It takes you a little while to get started: "Sure, I'm happy to see you too Sasha", you finally stammer out, following her firm pull. Her back turned towards you not really helping your concenration in your current hormone-addled state. Her curly hair cascades down to her shoulders in intentionally messy looks, giving her appearance a wild note. Sauntering rather than walking as she leads you towards the living room couch, her hips hips gyrate with every step and the red paty dress climbs up halfway onto her thick, juicy asss cheeks. Obscenely baring half her ass, to her friends complete idiot of a son, the thin-waisted brunette hums contently with your jerk-off juices in hand. If she's disgusted in any way, she does an expert job of not showing it, while the silky smooth skin of her palm is smeared and soaked by your mucous pre-cum, adding to the gallons upon gallons of which you have produced while thinking of her.

With any other girl (at least from those few you know) this much bashful, enthusiastic elation would come off as fake, but after knowing Sasha for years, you can tell she really is the most delightful, warm and cheerful person you've ever known. The mere fact that she not only put up with you leering, perverted antics but even was one of the women in your life not treating you like shit shows that she must be capable of extraorinary compassion. With her sing-song, loud voice, she might come off as brash and slightly air-headed sometimes, especially after a few too many cocktails with your mom, her easy-going nature making it easy to underestimate her. As you've learned, being a successful lawyer and the rising star in the city legislature, she's more than capable of standing up for herself. You still remember that one time she poured her cocktail over one of your "friends" who got a little bit too much into hitting on her and loudly calling him a "limp-dicked pervert". He didn't talk to you after that, but you've heard your Mom and Sasha laughing heartily about it for months while they lounged by the pool.

While they had fun, you were beating off your average dick upstairs, peeking through the blinds, leering at Sasha's bikini-clad, bronzed body. While the girls increduously gossiped down by the pool, your legs almost gave in as you fired thick globs of cum onto the wall feeling a stinging shame after jerking off to her curvaceous, breathtaking body. Overtime, you had to admit to yourself that you even included your own mom into these perverted fantasies, but nevertheless Sasha remained a permanent fixture in your warped mind. And with the impossibly tight red dress she's wearing struggling to contain the fertile, fuckable body underneath, it's not hard to see why she left such a lasting impression.

Her tits are the ideal winning combination of sizeable, natural and incredibly firm, and the fact that the curly-haired beauty wasn't afraid to show them off even in the real world didn't exactly help your young, hormone-addled mind either. She definitely must have noticed you looking at you as well, the sight of her mammaries being practically burned into your brain. The fact that she didn't stop or didn't cover to wear something less revealing when she crashed at your mom's place after yet another break-up only helped to fuel your perverted desires. You'd expect a few years of age to help you cool off somewhat, now that she is here, just as busty and sluttier than ever, you feel a burning desired to just whip out your cock and defile her angelic face. But even in your Blowjob Universe, the warped **** of habit stops from abusing her like you dreamed. At least yet.

With your musky-smelling paw in hand, Sasha strides through your living room, continuously twittering while you reply half-heartedly, the brain-fog of horniness making you even dumber than usual. It's not hard to see why - the way the Latina's stacked curvaceous ass jiggles from side to side alluringly with each step is downright hypnotizing and the the hard schlong in your pants throbs in rhythm with each step.

Her delicious backside sits right on the ideal edge between obscenely big and tight and perky, crowning the ideal stack of the thicc brown-skinned curvaceousness of Sash's body. If she didn't go into law, you could definitely see this version of her on the cover of some health/lifestyle magazine. Or maybe even something raunchier. Her firm rack would look great on the cover of Maxim. And she could still give any video vixen a run for her money. You know for a fact that she can twerk, having walked in on her watching a how-to tutorial and shaking her rump in tight yoga-pants, back when the practice was blowing up all over the internet. She must have though nobody was home, while in fact you were upstairs, jerking off as you usually did in the afternoon. When you walked in on her after making the strenuous road downstairs to get something to eat from the fridge, you must have watched for a good few minutes like a total creep, in total silence and not saying a word. Needless to say, Sasha was genuinelty starled when she finally saw you in the mirror. Even for a rather open-minded person like her, that was probably too much and you've never seen her do something that risky in your house ever again. Nevertheless it was worth it - the quaking motions of her ass provided you with daily spank bank material for months afterwards.

Mesmerized by the hypnotic back-on-forth swaying of her dime-piece butt, you stare as her revealing, almost whorish red cocktail dress just barely clings on halfway past

the curve of her booty, threatening to slip upwards with each sauntering step. It's almost a miracle you manage to stammer out half-coherent replies to the barrage of tidbits, notes and memories she covers you with. You grunt "It's nice" after she shows you some fancy designer vase she gifted to your mom. A second later she reminds you of a familiar figure: "Oh, I just met a nice girl on the way here, Kymi Mendel, remember her? She goes to your old high school with her sister. Really smart, I really loved having her intern at my firm, even though her daddy is far bigger then I can hope to be". She laughs a hearty laugh, devoid of any bitterness of jealousy, just so much like her happy and easy-going nature in the face of even the biggest odds while you eyefuck her jiggling, meaty behind: "You should really meet her, you two would get along great!"

You only half-listen, since at this point, the rhythmic swaying is threatening to push the glittery fabric upwards. However, your ears perk up upon hearing that name and you make a mental note. The smart, overachieving asian slut always avoided you like the plague and you've overheard her telling her sister and their friends how disgusting you were on multiple occasions. Needless to say, she made your life hell. Now, things are going to be different though. You will get to know each other much better. Deciding you should make the pretty half-asian bitch **** on your cock, you **** out a reply: "Sure, perhaps I should". Hell, in your past life you were happy to drop out of high school and never looked back, but something tells you that this time it will be different: "Is she still in high school?", you ask, already plotting your course through the endless possibilities Blowjob Universe entrails. You already decide on checking whether Principal Diaz, the bitch that made you drop out of high school after she found you trying to install spy cameras in the girl's bathroom and failing spectacularly. You really, really want to check whether the dumb bitch really has a stick up her ass. I mean, you weren't even planning to sell the material or something, it was personal use only. Definitely should make her taste her own ass off your dick as well.

While Sasha happily chirps: "Yes, exactly! I'm so happy you remember! She's a senior now, and she's doing great!". The Spaniard gives you a mischievous look and adds a playfully whispered: "She's all grown up now too", that makes your cock twitch in your pants. Meanwhile, you finally arrive at the couch. "C'mon David! Make yourself comfortable", your stacked, bronze-skinned guide invites her to sit next to her on the leather couch. While you straight-up plop down onto the familiar, worn leather, she flashes a cheeky grin and bends at her waist seductively, angling her tits towards you as she sets herself down seuctively. If the plentiful view down the fabulous brown cleavage that Sasha's dress barely attempts at hiding isn't enough to make the impressive rising tent at the front of your smelly, cum-encrusted sweatpants pulse painfully, you watch slack-jawed as the piece of club-approved red slides up her hips and bares her brown pussy undernath, no panties hiding the inviting brown lips from your hungry views.

Admiring the Latina MILF's cunt that you have dreamed of pounding for so long makes your dick harden to almost unnatural levels, and with all the blood in your body rushing to your nether regions, it takes you a while to notice that Sasha makes no effort to cover herself up again. Instead, she quietly watches your very painfully swollen crotch with the cock-hardening, playful grin of a cougar that has found her prey. On the contrary, the bronzed sexpot spreads her legs even further, leaning backwards onto the armrest, shamelessly presenting her pussy to your slack-jawed visage. You just sit there and watch as she wraps one long, smooth, flawlessly toned leg over the armrest, her stiletto heels dangling in the air like she's a seductress instead of a full-time lawyer. Her acrobatics end up pulling the dress up higher, exposing her defined mons and baring a perfectly trimmed heart-shaped patch of brunette pubic hair right above. Her pussy is just as fuckable-looking as you've always imagined it, but after years of dreaming of it, your ingrained complex of shame leaves you deeply aflush under a black tide of biting regret. She must have noticed you staring, or so your mind decides in it's warped ways, and she must be pissed.

Panicked, you quickly avert your gaze, pretending really hard to look at the TV, rather unconvincingly to say the least, taking a good while to realize it's turned off. To put up the courage to dare spy sideways takes you even longer, and you're ready for the worst with passive acceptance. Your surprise is immeasurable when insteaf of the familiar grimaces of fury and disgust, you see a honest, friendly warmness in her face. She pouts, her voice full of genuine concern over your obvious discomfort: "Hey David, what's wrong baby?" Besides just friendly motherly concern, there is something else in her eyes, however. Some familiar, hungry fire. With a cute red blush on her cheeks, Sasha continues: "You know you can tell me antything right?" The agelessly perfect latina is twirling a lock of her dark curly hair with the fingers of one hand, showing quite public that there's no ring on it in the process. Her other arm is much closer to the shamelessly exposed count you desperately try and fail to avoid glancing an, caressing the faintly visible semen stain marking the red fabric, steadily inching downwards. The edge of her mouth rises playfully after your dick twitches yet again: "You don't have to hide anything from me". Forgoing any pretense of just having a friendly talk with her friend's son, the caramel vixen is barely looking at your face anymore, shamelessly squinting at the huge bulge youre packing openly instead. Catching her lick her lips, you finally realize this version of Sasha is true to the persistent rumors about her using her voluptous bombshell body for more than just show. There is a horny glare deep in her beautiful, peircing eyes, the stuff of perverted fantasies involving her giving in to a certain "little boy". Now that you're packing a huge, throbbing tent openly in front of her in your personal Blowjob Universe that doesn't seem to be just a fantasy.

Breaking the silent interlude, the buxom Spaniard speaks up, unable to tear her eyes from the throbbing cock inches away from her: "David, how do I put this ... What happened earlier...", she chuckles awkwardly, "... Well, let's just say you aren't that little anymore. " It seems that making the first move on her son's friend is a but awkward even for her, but another fleeting glance at your impressive tool seems to give the Iberian MILF the confidence she needs. She flashes you a flawless, fetching smile, a certain door-opener usually reserved for winning favors from some perverted, fat politicians or abusive, jaundice-eyed judges, noticing your oblige glance on her: "So I was just wondering... ". She leans in closer conspiratorially, totally coincidentally putting her overlfowing rich brown cleavage right in your face: "I don't see any Mrs. David around... So I was just wondering... Maybe you wanna have some fun with good old me, David?"

Putting her money where her mouth is, she puts her hand right above her bronze cunt and starts rubbing her clit gently. Raising her long, statuesque leg, she maneuvers the stiletto heel towards your crotch. "Let's give the boy some air, why don't we?", she purrs and with an acrobatic, sure motion, catches the hem of your pants and pulls them up and away, popping your dick free of it's crusty, malodorous sheath. Your girthy, veiny meat thanks her by almost audibly snapping upwards. Snapping in place like a perverted flag pole, your fat dick leaks a few drops and the small trail of pre-cum ends up flying in a high arc, plastering Sasha's foot and the club-walking stripper heels she wears. The murky, unnaturally thick dick milk you constantly leak ends up clinging to the gem-encrusted strap, droplets clearly running down her confection-tinted skin.

Sasha giggles with the mock-surprise, but ends up sounding more debauched and wanton as she regards the coiled sexual energy of her friend's son with wide, fascinated eyes. Her playful, inviting gaze is that of an experienced cougar that knows exactly which buttons to push on a man and there is not a single note that is not suggestive in her purrs: "Oh, someone is happy to see me."

Putting her leg down into your lap, she shifts forward, almost pushing her cunt into your passively resting, tensed arm. Your cock proudly towers into the ceiling, rock-hard despite your timid stupor. Coming down upon you like a the horny slut you always imagined her to be, your dream Sasha barely even puts up a mock-clumsy front as she rubs her juicy thigh along the veiny girth. Your perfectly straight cock pulses and twitches visibly, the disproportionately huge cunt-breaker leaking another murky drop of pre-cum onto her smooth, tanned skin in response. "That bulge did look painful, I hope you don't mind", Sasha whispers into your ear, her tone now far from just jovially friendly, dripping with cock-drunk, wanton lust. She inches closer and closer to your ear, until you feel her hot breath on you.

You're still terrified after years and years of repressed sexual longing. Even with her practically jerking you off with her foot, you sit there stiffly like an awkward nerd at a house party. Finally, you dare to steal a quick look at her face.

Sasha's beautiful, smart and warm face just an inch away from you, and eveything about her speaks LUST. Her mesmerizing eyes are filled with the fire of horny longing. Her lips are pursed and she bites the lower one, barely able to restrain herself anymore. She's full of color and looks just about ready to jump at you.

Her invitingly spread legs are just a hair's length away from you, and she keeps grinding her hips lewdly, constantly brushing her dripping wet cunt against you or sickly, pallidly yellow pencil arm. Her leg openly rubs your cock at this point, and she's practically swooning watching the pornstar-worthy monster cock soil her thigh, the cream-like dick milk running down her completely smooth, ageless southern skin until it reaches the high, transparent ankle straps of her slutwear shoes. With barely subdued moans escaping her lips every few words, she barely hides her horniness anymore: "Besides... That did look painful if I dare say." Out of the corner of your eye, you watch her hand glide towards her clit and rub along her toned runner's inner thighs. There's nothing athletic about the fat tits her dress struggles to contain though. Her voice grows more flushed as she borderline masturbates right next to the kid she helped raise: "Oh fuck... With a hammer like that,you could get any girl you want. When you bumped into me, I was surprised... but fuuuuck... Whoops, sorry David... Hope you can excuse some poor language from good old Sasha..." She giggles, grabbing your hand and pushing it into her soaking pussy "With a fucking fat cock like that in the house ... I'd be around much more ... if I knew". She almost gushes into you fingers when you start rubbing her lightly and moans hornily "oh fuck. That's sooooo gooood... But there's just one thing I wanted to ask... Oh yeah, right theeeereee" Your teen fantasy has a mini orgasm that gushes on your fingers once you start applying some more pressure and rubbing her welcoming clit. She takes a brief moment to compose herself, tits heaving beautifully "You were soo hard when I came in... Could have knocked me over with that fat dick... Such a big surprise". With this, the seductress wraps her second leg around your cock as well, giving you an ad-hoc thighjob while you're fingering her "So I was just wondering... was this wonderful gift for some lucky girl... Or is there sonething between you and your Mom that I should know about?"

The cougar has you by the reigns and she knows that, carefully grinding on your cock with her athletic legs. A cautionary sideways glance reveals a playful smirk in the corners of her slutty red lips. So Sasha does have a kinky side after all, judging by the excitement written all over her face. It seems the prospect of an incestuous relationship between her "innocent little David" and his mom seems to excite, rather than disgust her. Removing her bronze thighs from your rock-solid pole, the Latina steadily inches closer until her tits are mashed into your flank, giving you a centerfold-worthy view down the cleavage of her tanned tits. Her slut dress just barely allows her to claim to be "decent" and shamelessly shoving into your face doesn't help your self-control. Hugging your side tightly in a markedly unmotherly gesture, the curly-haired vixrn licks your ear sensually while you half-heartedly try to cover up your perverted urges with an: "Uhhh, maybe... I mean no".

It doesn't take much to guess you're not exactly fully honest here, and a woman of Sasha's caliber definitely knows. The dark-skinned MILF sensually pats your check, turning you towards her for the first rime. Her beatiful big eyes shine at you full of warmth and openness. You can feel her hot breath close, and your dick twitches noticably in response. Her huge tanned knockers, the subject of so many of your fantasies, are just an arm's reach away. With a sudden fiery, southern passion, she pulls your homely visage in for an unexpected deep, wet French kiss. Your dreamed of your mom's bubbly best friend being depraved and perverted deep down, still keeping her trademark charm, so your dream BJU version of her knows how to use her assets, and she sure as hell isn't **** to do so. Her hand has been inching towards your crotch the whole time and now, with your mouth still glued to hers, you feel the soft skin of her palm getting a firm grip around your veiny base.

Knowing her charms have not failed her by the feedback of your violently straining erection, Sasha hums contently and presses her advantage. She finally let's you withdraw from her passionate embrace. While you struggle for air, her hand closed around your girth moves upwards, massaging your pulsing uncut length until she finishes with a light, soft touch on the tip your violently struggling cock. Your face turns into a pathetic, near-ectasic mess while you struggle not to cum. Sasha smiles at you reassuringly while she carefully massages your cock with expert care: "Come on David. You know you can tell my anything." With that, she takes your hand and puts it inside her dress, allowing you to knead the succulent, naked flesh you've always dreamed about. "And I really mean, anything", she purrs, winking at your barely present grimace.

When she increases the speed of her jerking motions, filling the room with fleshy thuds, you're already at the edge, and the confiding, motherly vulgarity of her next question pushes you well over it: "Didn't you want to fuck mommy David?" Has you grunting a loud, exhilarating "FUUUCKKK YEASHH". You cum so hard that you're bucking your legs while your swarthy companion coaxes rope after rope of thick jizz out of you. Violently erupting, your hand inside her dress randomly flinches and molests her tits, holding onto the natural, soft flesh while you're almost blacking out from the **** of the orgasm.

Your thick, almost gelatinous spurts fly up high before descending in a high arc. The first few burst out with so much **** that they end up soiling the TV screen, thick white globs running down across Sasha's reflection. You keep cumming and cumming while she milks you, dressing an horizonal line across the floor, the carpet (Mom won't like that at all) and the coffee table. "That's right, let it all out", the bronzed milf whispers into your ear while milking your cock, calming you with the same caring, gentle tone she used after you hurt yourself playing as a little kid and hugged her tighly. Still shooting forth your viscous cum, you finally pump out your last few bursts. The last few come out with less **** and a river of thick white runs down into the starkly contrasting caramel hand massaging your cock. In any physically consistent world, after such a huge, inhuman load, your balls would shrink to the size of raisins, but with your BJU-enhanced constitutuon you simply power through without softening down at all, your desire to have more fun with your curly-haired jerk-off fantasy being too strong for something like a "refactory period" to hold you back. Seeing and feeling your inhuman, insatiable stamina with her hands, Sasha laughs with surprise and pride.

Giving you a playful look like she's making an innocent childhood joke only you two are in on, the Spaniard let's go of your cock and brings her glistening hand up to get a taste, white clumps visibly contrasting against her healthy, brown complexion. Sasha winks at you like she just gifted you another bucket of icecream against your mom's wishes, sucking a thick strand of jizz off wrapped around her fingers and her palm. She suckles the mucous, heavy jizz down without as much as flinching and gulps down loudly, satisfied and brimming with depraved lust. Her emerald eyes are burning even more brightly, beaming at you in a perverted imitation of the attentive, loving face she babysat you with: "Mhhhmmm, soooo good David! Are you going to give me more of that?" Giving your masively engorged fat cock a rub, she laughs contently: "Whew, of course you will! Looks like at least someone's still young and eager around here. Not like boring old me!"

Giving you a moment to catch you breath, she gently pulls your hand from inside her sluttish dress and slides down your flank. When you're finally back to your senses, you're welcomed by the sight of the familiar luxurious block of dark, curly hair in between your spread, hairy legs. Seeing her look up at you with an unmistakable hunger, your cock twitches, making the smile on her face bigger. Sasha gives you a mother's loving look and her soothing, loving voice almost sends you back to a past you never had: "Don't worry David. It's totally natural for boys to be attracted to the mothers".

While she speaks, Sasha's cute, ageless face inches closer and closer to your crotch until you can feel her hot breath on your balls by the end: "Oh, I don't judge. In fact, I was just selfish and jealous. I was thinking, once your mom tries out this masterpiece of a cock, is there a place for me?" Her full cocksucking lips are now practically planted on your dick, her voice sending pleasant vibrations through your rock-hard genitals: "What do you think? Before you forget about good old Sasha for good, can I play with it for a bit?"

She finally gives you a first lick. Slow, methodical, worshipping. From base to the tip. Licking hair, sucking up lumps of cum and caressing each inch of veiny surface and the angry red tip. Just that one lick has enough passion put into it to feel like absolute heaven.

You moan and grunt, barely managing to blurt out a "Yeah" as Sasha covers your cock in a film of saliva. She giggles like you're still a little kid that just did hit the ball for the first time and she's not cleaning the pallid, sticky cock of the underachieving disappoinment her divorcee friend's son turned out to be.

"Oh boy. I'll let you in on a secret. I really am a slut", she half-snickers in between her sloppy oral affectations. "The moment I saw this bad boy", slapping your massive girth against your cheek for emphasis, "… I just to put it in my mouth" She puts the cock next to her face, the length of your previously underwhelming member now enough covering half of her face almost completely. She mischievously glances at you from underneath, putting a long, smooching kiss on the side of your monster and leaving a starkly visible lipstick mark before asking for consent like a good cougar: "Soo, may I?"

You don't even have the energy left to reply anymore and just nod energetically, your bony body half-slouched on the couch. Humming in appreciation, Sasha moans: "Thank youghh hunneygh"… her lips already tighly sealed around your cock.

With her lips around your dick, your Mediterranean milf goddess takes her time to throughly clean your cock, swirling her tongue around your head. While she massages and cleans underneath your thick, meaty foreskin, she looks up to you with loving eyes, maintaing intense yes contact. You're just holding on to the couch, trying your best not to bust a nut right there inside her diligent mouth. Her glossy red lips leave a tight red seal around your cock, covering it in smudges of her intense lipstick and a copious coating of glistening, sloppy spit.

Slowing down to make sure you're looking, she winks one of her eyes at you playfully beforen suddenly diving down onto your dick. The cougar, definitely no stranger to cocksucking, starts gagging about half-way, but manages to take in a very respectable 2/3 of your length before she is finally stopped by a loud, guttural "GLURK". Taking it like a trooper, she starts deepthroating you in earnest, her brunette locks rising and falling in your lap in a flurry of dark brown, fightinf her gag reflex bravely as she plunges your cock into her throat.

She gives you the full five-star treatment, her blowjob feeling like a hevenly silky tunnel rapidly engulfing your dick. She bobs down rapidly, sometimes slowing down to lick the sensitive spots of your cock, her eyes reddened but still full of the same spunky vigor. You're just spreading your legs wide and letting her go, giving a professional enough room to work. She might be one of your childhood authority figures, but she sure wasn't kidding when she said she's a complete milf slut. And you're loving every bit of her.

Then your mom walks behind you. Blissfully basking in her energetic cocksucking, neither you nor Sasha heard her loudly clicking heels. Thankfully, she announces herself with a casual: "Hey David! There you are!" as she walks down the stairs behind you, but her sudden appearance makes you flinch. You suddenly remember that the two milfs were supposed to have a movie night. Seeing her friend sucking on your dick instead of watching some soapy romcom definitely wouldn't be appreciated.

You panick. Acting more on instinct than anything else, you grab handfuls of her lush curly hair with both hands, you push and shove her face in your crotch. Getting a tight grip, you push her down and thrust past her esophagus, lodging your dick deep in her throat. Sasha hums in surprise, but as soon as her face meets your hairy pubes, you hear her gagging loudly as she coughs up mucuous all over the couch, struggling to breathe around your straining girth. Panically looking for something to distract from the obscene noises, you grab the TV remote and switch the TV on at random, increasing the noise to the max, not paying to attention to whatever happens to be running.

Still u pray to god your mom doesn't her, and miraculously she doesn't, despite Sasha's slutty ass almost certainly being just one peep-toed rise out of her field of view. Cautiously looking back, you find her walking past with a cheerful expression: "Wow David! Didn't know you were into those kinds of movies. Wanna join us this evening maybe?"

You only mutter a "Huh?". Turning around, you find some romantic comedy movie channel blasting on full. Your mom probably was watching it last. She was always a fan of that shit, and you always let her know that you hated it. But now, you notice a long string of your cum running across the pretty, albeit demure-lookint female love interest's face, so you decide that it's best to swallow your pride this time: "Ughh, yeah, sure why not?"

Your mom, still dressed in that black cocktail dress now looks even better than before, her hair made up nicely and make up applied. "Great! It'll be just like old times!" while she speaks, you can barely avoid moaning, gritting your teeth like a

madman. With her friend's wet throat convulsing around your cock, your mom's innocent question: "Speaking of movie night, have you seen Sasha?", sends you over the edge. Hamering your hispanic friend's gasping head into your crotch just barely out view, your start pumping jet after jet of your sticky hot cum into her stomach road while your mom continues innocently: "Did she go out or something".

"Must ... must be " *uughh*, you grunt loudly, mobilizing your last strength to avoid kicking your legs as Sasha's overflowing throat gags audibly around your dick: "... outsideuuughh", your last word coming out as a half-grunt with a particularly thick load exploding out of Sasha's nose and mouth with a wet cough.

Thanks to some magical providence, or maybe your BJU powers, your Mom doesn't notice anything out of the usual: "Oh, alright! Could you let me know when she comes back? I'll lounge by the pool", she replies cheerfully, seemingly finding nothing out of place with your behvaiour.

As she saunters out, your pump the lass drops inside Sasha's mouth, the stiff push of her head getting considerably weaker. As soon as your mom is out of sight, you finally release your arms, letting Sasha unsheath herself off your cock with a loud, gluttural retch.

She's a mess. Her face has turned red. Thick rivers of cum are running out of her nose and the corners of her mouth. Her make-up is ruined. Her hair is a fuzzy and disheveled after you used it as an ad-hoc handlebar. She desperately coughs and struggles for air. Her fantastic, huge bronze breasts are heaving freely with her dress hanging loosely around her thin waist, tits and pussy completely free. Damn, you really did a number on her. Now she doesn't just look like a hot slut. She looks like a pornstar after an oral gangbang, barely able to sit up straight.

Over the loudly blaring romance channel, playing some happy romantic song, you can barely make out her words over the retching coughs coming out of her mouth. Her whole body shakes and her tits jiggle beautifully as she almost collapses in your lap.

Still half-**** on your jizz, the latina cougar finally catches her breath somewhat, foamy bubbles of her jizz forming around her nostrils.

Her voice is still a bit shaky and more than a bit roughed up, but it seems that you can make out the words.