Mom and Amber cuddled Up

Mouth wide agape, eyes blurry and a deafening buzzing inside my head, I stared at the scene unfolding before me.

Mom and Amber were lying side by side on the Kingsize bed, my former girlfriend cuddled up in the expansive embrace of my mother, her arm massaging the fine piece of ass she was railing into oblivion mere moments ago.

“What do you think? Son.” Again. That disgust.

In addition to that, her question further taunted me, her eyes shooting downwards towards her python as she spoke.

It snaked up her body, past her chubby midriff, thicker and wider than Amber’s two hands which stroked it up and down, using Mom’s cum and Amber’s squirt as lube, the squelching noise from before returning, but this time less harsh and powerful.

Expanding higher and higher, the behemoth eventually wound into a gigantic, aggressively pulsating red mushroom-formed tip which nestled nicely between her I-Cup tits, the skin drawn back around 8 inches down her cock.

“You wish you had something like this, don’t you? Wish that you were as equally gifted as me? But you aren’t. Hahahaha,” she laughed diabolically, her raspy voice sounding like metal clashing against metal to my ears.

Like the psychopath that she was, her mood swung from peak to bottom within a single moment, all the joy - albeit sadistic - gone.

“Undress.” Again. No command. Rather an expected task. Like telling your dog to go get his food and the animal complying because of an inexplicable urge.

I hated her.

But I listened to her.

Throwing down my pants and underwear in one motion, I found myself embarrassingly standing naked and exposed in front of my gorgeous yet completely disfigured girlfriend, her once taut stomach now a mass of loose skin.

My mother didn’t even bother to chuckle but I could see it in her eyes, in those evil hazel eyes.

A prolonged silence ensued, the only sound the low gurgling of my Mom’s cumfactories. And I kid you not, I swear to have seen sperm trailing along the outer edge, along the sack of the ever-expanding nuts.

It was only broken once Mom commanded: “Amber, my dear. Could you show my pathetic excuse of a son how to properly pleasure a real cock?”