Mom Prompts Her Sons

Your body sways helplessly between four cocks, riding Sam's pole while her father or brothers pound your mouth. You groan, sucking mindlessly, bobbing your head as much as you can, which isn't much with the leash, and the hands on your head. Yet you're determined to do your best, to show you're worthwhile to your current Mistress so she'll speak well of you to your real Mistress.

Cody and Jake continue to pound your mouth, groaning whenever you're stroking them, until you hear their mother gasping and moaning. You don't react to it, yourself, you just continue to suck, as her husband ploughs your throat, “Fuck. Eric. I'm cumming, Eric! Eric! Ohh!”

You feel Cody and Jake pulsing in your hands and soon cum pumps across your face from both sides. Your face twitches but you don't react as your former best friend's big brothers dump their loads on your face. Your body simply continues swaying between father and daughter, sucking hard and taking it as Sam ruins your worthless hole. Now it's just a competition between the two of them. Proof of her womanhood is on the line.

“Work that fucking pole, faggot,” Sam orders you, and you redouble your efforts. Your mouth tightens on her father's prick even as you continue stroking both of her big brothers, relaxing your ass on her prick as her hips slap against yours.

“Show me what a woman you are, princess,” her father growls at her, “Outlast your old man and we'll accept you as our daughter and sister. Fail and you move out.” No pressure, you continue to suck her father's prick, harder and harder. You grind your tongue against his underside, **** to save your current Mistress from unpleasantness as you moan on his prick.

“Fuck, the little faggot's even moaning like a bitch for me,” Sam's father growls, pounding your throat violently, with reckless abandon. Sam continues at a far more measured pace, calm and confident, sighing softly in pleasure as she pumps your hips, the leash draping across the ground beside you as you take thick cocks to the hilt, down your throat and into your ass, both.

Velvet-soft lips caress her father's pole, rolling your tongue around the underside of the crown each time he pulls back, trying everything to make him blow first. You have to make sure he loses control next, for your current Mistress. She won't say nice things about you to her best friend and you'll stay completely useless, worthless trash, unless her dad blows his load first.

Each time his hips slap against your cum-drenched face, you swallow reflexively. Your throat strokes her father's prick straight to the crown each time his nuts hit your cum-stained chin. You worship her father's cock with everything you've got.