On Mommy

She let down her hair, shaking it out with one hand as her other wrapped itself in Amanda's blonde hair again and continued to guide Amanda's head up and down on me in an ever more demanding tempo. When her hair was down, she put her red mouth next to Amanda's, pulling Amanda's mouth of off me with a pop, and slurping my cock between her lips. She laid on vigorously, her red-nailed hand taking over from Amanda's and her sucking mouth never missing a beat. She jacked me for a moment, her lips making the perfect suction then pulled off me, raising her mouth over my lipstick-smeared, spit-slick tip and let a long dollop of saliva fall onto my knob. Her hand slid up and down over me as her lips massaged the crown of my dick. Soon she slowly slid off my cock until only the tip was between her lips. Her hand gripped my shaft and began jacking me off as she began corkscrewing her lips up and down on me.

"Mommy, yes!" I moaned.

She continued mouth-fucking me, as Amanda stared, her face still right next to mom's. Mom's red lips slid up and down my shaft and her hand worked me like a pro. Amanda was almost panting, her mouth was open and she was very close.

I started coming, and Samantha let my cock out of her mouth. Ropes of jism splattered her mouth and face, into her hair and spattered her cleavage and the black fabric of her blouse. A few drops covered Amanda's cheek. Her blue eyes were wide.

"Good boy. Give mommy your come. Come for me!" She continued to pump me, milking each drop of pleasure from my pulsing member. Her eyes were looking up at me, adoring, afire. Her long-nailed fingers began scooping up the come from her face and blouse, spooning it into her mouth as she looked at me. Then she turned and, one hand still on my cock, kissed Amanda full on the mouth.

I'm coming I shoved into Amanda. As my mother's come-filled mouth met hers, she began to shake in an uncontrollable orgasm. I watched my semen dribble out between their lips as they kissed, their tongues dancing around each other. My mother's soft hands still stroked my limp dick.

Amanda's small hands were on my mother's tits, covered in come, feeling them as if they were the greatest things on earth.

Which I kinda thought they were.