Facefuck Brother In-Law’s Mother

“This is Mr. and Mrs. Clark, David. They are your brother-in-law’s parents,” Emily said, showing you to your seat, her face still a mess. You come to a seating arrangement with two older couple, the man in his fifties and the wife in her forties. Mr. Clark was a balding man with fair hair that was greying. Mrs. Clark was a cougar in every sense of the word. She had dark brown hair and light olive skin and huge cans you wanted to bury your face in.

“How do you do David,” Mr. Clark said.

You ignore Mr. Clark. Who gives a crap about other men in Blowjob Universe!

“Oh, god, Roger. I knew David was a bit of a slob but look at yourself young man. Did you bother changing out of your everyday clothes when you wandered out of the basement, David?” Mrs. Clark said in an irritable, haughty tone.

You came over behind her in her seat and squeezed the life out of those enormous jugs of hers. They were soft and squishy as they fill your hands with breast meat.

“David, will you behave? At least at a wedding!” Mrs. Clark moaned.

Behave? Enough talk, playing with her cans had made you hard again, and now she was yapping. You pulled down your sweatpants and pulled out your member, still a bit wet from your previous engagement with Emily. You prodded her cheeks with it, and she made a sniffing action with her nose and gagged a bit on the taste of your leftover cum and Emily’s saliva. Reaching the back of her head and holding her hair up, you pushed your dick and parted her lips and felt her tongue resist your manstick. With a heaving motion, you jammed it straight into the back of her throat, a loud HOOOOOOORRKKKKK followed with GWLUCK GWLUCK GWLUCK GWAAACKCKKKKK.

“OH GOD YES,” You exclaim watching her eyes bulge as the huge sausage disappeared into her face. She held your loins trying to get some relief, but you kept it there and just moved it ever so slightly, in and out in small quick motions deep in her. Spittle was flying from the sides of her lips. Little whimpers came out as she was pounding your thighs with her palms, trying to get you to give her a breath followed by more gagging.

Finally, she shoved you off of her and gasped for air. You sat on the table in front of her and pushed her head back down on your cock again. “You have a good mouth! Mr. Clark, if she were my wife, I’d never let her off of my dick!”

Mr. Clark wasn’t paying attention to his wife bobbing up and down between your legs, her head being used like a fleshlight. Mr. Clark was browsing his phones and looked like he was replying to e-mails.

Mrs. Clark clenched her eyes tight and her tongues stuck out and massaged the underside of your cock, and its tip was flicking at your balls. You were slapping the back of her head, trying to get her to go deeper. SMACK. Followed by her wincing and closing her eyes and trying to withdraw her head. SMACK. More gag, more whimpers. SMACK. Finally, she had enough and had to pull away to catch her breath and cough, spit flying out. She had a sad, resigned look as she stopped talking and just kept gasping for air heavily.

Feeling close you were stroking your cock hard and shifting your hands between stroking your cock and the back of her head pushing towards you. You cried out and panted as you expelled the salty liquid in her mouth, “AUHHHHHHH AUHGHHHHHHh. AHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“MMMMMM MMMMMMMM” She whimpered as you made your final ending orgasm motions directly in her mouth.

You withdrew it and squeezed you last drops of cum out of your dick onto her tongue which she lapped up and glared at you for making her eat the salty liquid.

Mrs. Clark coughed and wiped her stained mouth with the napkin on her table and gasped, “Young man is that a way to introduce yourself?”