More Lamenting

I watched as my mother tried her damn best to get him to cum. The only person who wasn't the world's fastest "prejaculator" was him. In fact, he has the stamina of a fucking ox. To get him to cum was almost an all day affair. For me, however, just from watching my dick came almost with each pump, as if she was stroking my own cock...

My hips were bucking like an angry bull. I couldn't stop as I spurted out whatever was left in my balls. I had been cumming so much lately I doubt my nuts had any time to refill anything. My mother swapped positions and started titty fucking him. He laughed as her eyes rolled back into her head, I'm assuming she was in a similar situation as me at the moment. Judging by how much her pussy was gushing each time her tits slapped against his hips.

Eventually, he came. We all did...

I was shaking as my cock dripped and I drooled through my gag, not sure which was making a bigger puddle. Although my mom had me beat by a long shot. Her pussy made such a mess it'd take days for the smell of her cunt to fade away, even after cleaning the floor multiple times.

This was my new life now. I would say it was the worst thing ever, if I didn't find my mom to be the hottest whore ever. Did I always think that? Had he changed my mind? Oh well... Doesn't matter. I feel that way now. May as well enjoy cumming my brains out to my mommy.