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Chapter 12 by Acorn142 Acorn142

Do you look up to see whose cock you are about to suck?

No need to look -- just suck

Who cares whose cock it is? It's not like you are going to change your mind about it!

You eagerly gulp this new piece of man sausage. Your third cock to hit the back of your throat in five minutes! It feels like Prom Night all over again!

All of this is too much for Jonas, and with a loud moan, his cock begins to twitch in your hand, and you feel a thick, warm load hit the right side of your face. The Hispanic boy has apparently tired of waiting for your mouth to be available again, because you feel him kneeling behind you, spreading your legs, and positioning himself to drill you doggy-style.

That's fine with you. You are having a blast, and this fresh cock in your mouth is wonderful. You can't wait to have this stud take his place in your cunt as soon as it becomes free.

You can tell he's enjoying himself because his hips continue to pick up speed as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. You feel his hands on your head, guiding your movements, and soon you hear his voice moving from a moan to vocalizations:

"Fuck, Mom! Why don't you visit more often?"

Mom?!! You glance upward without pausing and realize for the first time that this stud you are blowing is your son!

"Aron?" you say. Well, actually, it sounded more like "ahck-ahhn" because you are being facefucked, after all. It doesn't matter, because your son evidently understood.

"No, it's Bryan, Mom." You always did have trouble telling the two twins apart. "I'm sure Aron will be here before long. If we'd known you were going to be here, we'd have greeted you at the door."

You are about to say, "Don't mention it," but that would have been pointless with the way your mouth is stuffed at the moment. Besides, the stud behind you has finally found his rhythm, and you don't want to waste this spit-roast experience on chitchat.

"That's your mom, Bry?" you hear one of the boys ask. "Wow, you weren't exaggerating!"

So your reputation precedes you.

Someone squeezes your left breast, and you hear the unmistakable sound of several people disrobing. You could be in for a long night. As much as you love your current position, it might be wise to conserve your strength and flip onto your back.

Stay on hands and knees or go to your back?

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