My Mother and the Mother of my Kids

After deeply reflecting on it, I string a few words together that feel right "I want to pursue my life with both of you, my mother and the mother of my kids," words of sincerity.

"What?" My mom’s voice cracks and thin strings of tears run down her cheeks.

Jasmine explains without her earlier aggressiveness, "John and I, we made love to each other," she puts a hand on her womb "and he got me pregnant."

Mom puts her hands on Jasmine's waist "Oh my god, Jasmine, I'm so sorry," she rests her forehead on Jasmine's still sobbing "I'm so sorry Jasmine. I didn't mean what I said, I just wanted to look out for John and I said such terrible things to you."

Jasmine cups my mother's head along with her hair "I shouldn't have antagonized you either. I'm sure you'll be an amazing grandmother," they both jiggle. "By the way, you were really great at comforting my man. Maybe we should do that more often."

"You wren't so bad at comforting my boy either. You made him cum so much."

"You made him cum even more, you still got some on your face," Jasmine goes and licks my cum off my mother's cheek stealing a moan out of her. Then she plants a few kisses and they tacitly consent to french kiss each other to seal their new bond. They suck each other's lips once then twice then press against each other in a loving back and forth heating up into actual lust.

Their two curvy bodies start to entangle as my mom lets her bold hand squeeze my baby mam's thick bottom cheeks. Their glistening tonge delighting themselves of each other between slimy suction sounds end up resurrecting my boner. Jasmine steals a glance at my cock and directs my mom's attention to their unfinished business before murmuring to her "let's comfort him together."

The both of them get on their knees, submitting to the cock of the man of their life, planting teasing kisses on my thighs to build up the tension until the first drop of precum shows itself and mom licks it away with the tip of her tongue. "Stop teasing me already."

They giggle. Jasmine asks for my mom's advice "Should we?"

"Nuh-uh. Here is a lesson for you Jasmine, sometimes saying no is sexier than saying yes."

"Ooh you know you tricks you cougar," she purrs.

"Here is another one for you little minx, you can" she blows hot hair on my shaft, "play with temperature, "then blows cold air on the tip "to increase sensitivity," then tickles the frenulum with her tongue "and pleasure."

Jasmine follows her exemple by blowing hot air, but hers is so warm and thick it almost feels like she's already blowing me. Each time I think one of them is finally gonna gobble on my cock they take a lick or a kiss, fondle my balls with very ligh touch until I snap and grab Jasmine's head **** my cock down my throat.

"I can't take this anymore !" I fuck Jasmine's throat splurging thick ropes of saliva out of her **** neck despite Jasmine's muffled cries for help. She taps multiple times on my legs trying with all her might to free herself from my grip until my mom intervenes.

"John stop!" she pushes me off of Jasmine. Jasmine collapses to the ground, taking her hand to her sore throat, the sound of her distressed gasping for her and her eyes bright with held up tears make me realize I actually went too far. "She's not ready yet." My mom starts rubbing her trying to ease her up. "Are you okay baby?"

Jasmine coughs "I guess, I'm too sexy for my own good."

"Damn yes you are. Here, I'll show you how it's done," my mom positions herself below my cock and puts her hands on her knees. "Fuck my throat all you want sweetheart, mommy knows how to take it." She opens her mouth wide, her lips parting to reveal a playful smile. Her tongue extends outward, slightly curling at the tip. She emits an inviting sound, a soft, enticing "ahh" that resonates with a mix of warmth and allure. Her eyes twinkle with mischief. As she does this, she flexes the inside of her throat, causing it to open and close in a rhythmic motion to show me she's an absolute pro and can confidently ravage her mouthpussy.

Without being asked twice I ram my cock in the tight walls of my mother's throat. Unlike Jasmine, my mom's body doesn't tense up but welcomes my violent **** of her mouth. She even slightly tilts her head back, nudging me in a position where I can push my pleasure to the bottom of her neck, rocking my full weight against my mother's head, I might as well give her a concussion. She smiles with her eyes and produces sexy moans of pleasure begging her son to ravage her naughty mouth some more, her hands still resting on her knees as she submits to her son's powerful cock.

Jasmine gets into it and grabs my mother by her hair and yanks it out of my cock and the pushes it on repeatedly punctuating the throatfuck with the loud gasps of air my mom.

Finally I take hold my mother's head again and fill it with all the cum I had and she drinks it all diligently, a testimony to her experience and dedication. I wondered if she learned how to do this with my father.

I collapsed on my bed, stripped of all my strength, my head is dizzy, the ceiling is spinning. I can barely hear what mom and Jasmine say as they join me and cover me with their bodies as my sheets.

"Goodnight sweetie."