Fantasia - Episode 12

Episode 12: Waiting for Mommy’s Nasty Pic

Mom's send pic. (This pic is a reference how she look on the picture she sent to me.)

Jake left an hour ago, limping out the door with my last load still leaking from his wrecked boy-ass, face glazed and smiling like I’d just given him the best day of his life. The house was dead quiet again — no Mommy moaning, no Sis giggling, no Daddy grunting. Just me, sprawled on the living-room couch, shorts around my ankles, nine-inch cock in my fist, stroking slow and tight while the TV blasted another live orgy special.

The screen was pure filth: downtown square packed with bodies — women bent over benches getting double-penetrated, guys jerking onto open mouths, a circle of college kids swapping cum like it was candy. One hot reporter from this morning was back, mic shoved up her cunt again, getting railed doggy-style by two strangers while she tried to narrate: “The afternoon public sex wave is peaking — oh fuck — participation up 400% since yesterday — harder, please — viewers, join us if you’re close!”

My balls ached, heavy and full after wrecking Jake all day. Pre-cum oozed over my knuckles with every slow pump. I was edging hard, waiting for Mommy to come home from her trip, imagining her walking in and dropping to her knees the second she saw me.

Then my phone buzzed on the cushion next to me.

Mommy’s name lit up the screen. A picture. No text. Just the image.

I opened it and nearly came on the spot.

She was in a hotel bathroom mirror selfie, skirt hiked up around her waist, no panties, legs spread wide on the counter. Her puffy cunt was spread open with two fingers — lips swollen, glistening, still leaking what looked like fresh cum from whatever cock she’d taken on the trip. Her asshole winked above it, shiny and slightly gaped like someone had already fingered it raw. Her huge tits spilled out of her top, fat pink nipples rock-hard. But the nastiest part? A thick white rope of cum was dripping from her chin down onto her cleavage — someone had just painted her face before she snapped the pic. Her tongue was out, licking the edge of it, eyes locked on the camera like she was staring straight at me.

Caption finally popped up:

“Mommy’s been a bad slut all day, baby. Holes wrecked. Still leaking. Hurry up and stroke that fat cock — I’m on my way home to sit on it. Don’t cum yet. Save it all for your mother’s greedy cunt.”

Fuck. My hand sped up instantly. I gripped tighter, twisting at the head, thumb smearing pre-cum while I stared at that pic — her ruined pussy, her cum-glazed face, her lazy, horny smile promising she was coming home to get bred again. The TV orgy kept playing in the background — moans, wet slaps, squirting — but all I could hear was my own heartbeat and the slick sound of my fist on my shaft.

I zoomed in on her cunt. Saw the creamy white ring around her hole — someone’s load still inside her. My cock throbbed harder. I imagined licking it out, tasting whatever stranger had filled her while I waited here like a good boy.

Another buzz. Video this time.

I hit play with shaking fingers.

Mommy’s voice filled the room — husky, wrecked, moaning low. The camera was angled down between her spread thighs in what looked like a car backseat. She was fingering herself slow, three digits pumping in and out of her sloppy cunt, making wet squelching sounds. Cum bubbled out around her knuckles every thrust.

“Baby… Mommy’s in the Uber home right now. Driver’s watching in the mirror while I play with this messy hole. He already came on my tits earlier… see?” She pulled her top down further, showing thick white streaks drying across her cleavage. “But this load inside me? That’s from the last guy at the orgy. Thick. Hot. Still dripping. I saved it for you to eat out… or add to. Stroke that big dick for Mommy. Edge it. Don’t you dare cum until I walk through that door and ride you raw.”

The video ended with her pulling her fingers out — coated in mixed cum — and licking them clean while staring straight into the camera. “Almost home, sweetie. Get that couch ready. Mommy’s gonna squirt all over it when you breed me.”

I groaned loud, fist flying now, balls tight and aching. The TV showed a woman getting triple-penetrated on a park bench, screaming as cum poured from every hole. I was right on the edge, pre-cum pouring over my hand, when the front door finally clicked open.

Mommy stepped in — skirt still hiked, tits half-out, face flushed and sticky, thighs shiny with dried and fresh cum. She saw me stroking, eyes darkening with pure lust.

“Fuck yes, baby… look at you jerking to Mommy’s nasty pics while the world fucks on TV.”

She didn’t even close the door all the way. Just kicked off her heels, dropped her bag, and crawled straight to me on all fours. Her huge tits swung, nipples dragging the carpet. She reached the couch, shoved my hand away, and swallowed my cock in one deep, greedy gulp — throat opening, gagging herself balls-deep while her tongue swirled the head.

I grabbed her messy hair and face-fucked her hard — wet gluck-gluck-gluck mixing with the TV moans. She pulled off gasping, spit dripping from her chin onto my balls. “Taste the other cocks on me? Good. Now breed the only hole that owns you.”

She climbed up, straddled me reverse-cowgirl, and sank her sloppy, cum-filled cunt down onto my shaft in one filthy plunge. Her walls were scalding, creamy, gripping me like a fist even after being used all day. She started riding — ass rippling, pussy farting loud wet bubbles of mixed loads every slam. I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, punching her cervix while she moaned like a pornstar.

“Fill Mommy — add your load to the mess inside me! Make it overflow!”

I reached around, rubbed her swollen clit fast while I pounded up into her. She squirted instantly — hot jets soaking my balls, the couch, the floor. Her cunt spasmed, milking me. I couldn’t hold back. I slammed deep and exploded — thick ropes blasting straight into her already-full womb, mixing with whatever cum was already there, backflowing instantly in creamy white rivers that poured out around my cock and ran down my thighs.

Mommy kept riding through it, grinding, making sure every drop stayed buried. When she finally lifted off, her pussy gaped wide — ruined, prolapsed slightly, farting thick globs of mixed seed onto my lap. She turned, kissed me deep — tongue swapping the taste of stranger cum and my own — then whispered against my lips:

“Welcome home, baby. Now eat Mommy’s messy cunt clean while we watch the rest of this orgy… then fuck me again. All night.”

I pulled her down, buried my face between her thighs, and started licking — tasting every filthy drop while my cock twitched back to life.

Best wait ever.