A nice juicy spitroast

Mike speaks up. "Yeah, actually. I'm sure John's dying for a real fuck by now, and think I managed to get some mayo on my dick, so I wouldn't mind a cleanup. " He chuckles. "Why don't you get down there and help us both out?" You perk up at the suggestion, nodding your agreement.

April gives a quick thumbs-up, then immediately drops below the table between you and Mike. You feel her hand on your shaft, lining you up with her pussy. You lower your hands below the table and grab her plump butt, pulling her wetness onto you. She lets out a quiet moan as you begin to bounce her up and down on your cock. Looking across the table, you see that Mike is leaning back with his eyes closed as his mothers lips slide over him in time with your thrusts. After a moment he leans forward, resuming his lunch.

You do the same, and you both finish your sandwiches while April bounces between you. You and Mike share a glance, and a moment later you pull out of her, offering your hand to help her up.

"Thank you, sweetie," she says happily, licking her lips as she stands up beside you. "Are you two done with me, or...?" You and Mike both shake heads, practically in unison.

"Face-up on the table, April," you say, moving your plates aside. She obeys immediately with a smile, seemingly very happy that you're not through with her yet as she spreads herself out on the table. Her impossibly round breasts stick up in the air, and her head hangs off the edge opposite you, platinum blonde hair dropping halfway to the floor. You waste no time sticking your dick back inside her, and on the other side of the table Mike does the same with her mouth. He grabs her rack with both hands, pushing his fat cock in and out of her lips. You grab her legs, pushing back and forth forcefully.

It doesn't take more than a few moments before your rough threesome comes to a close. Mike thrusts forward suddenly and you can just barely see his semen leaking out of his mom's mouth. 'Just barely' is enough, though, and you immediately let loose inside of her, moaning loudly.

As April takes both of your loads, she squirms on the tabletop, squealing as best she can with her son's still-hard cock stuck firmly in her mouth. Finally, you both pull out, leaving her to lie exhausted on the table, gasping and leaking cum from both ends.

Michael yawns loudly, stretching his arms in the air before tucking away his spent member. You follow suit, still watching the moaning woman on the table. "You alright, April?" She might be your toy, but that doesn't mean you can't be worried about her.

"Oh....oh, yes, of course dear," she affirms as she looks up at you both with a smile, lifting her head slightly. "There's no need to be concerned about me. Just another day of being passed around like the whore I am! Don't ever worry about being too rough with me, okay?"

Your dick is nearly at attention already upon hearing her say that. "Is that all you need for now?" she asks. "I've got a couple of errands to run."

"Sure, Mom, done for now," says Mike, beginning to clean up the dishes. You continue to watch April as she gets up, somewhat unsteadily, and walks into the living room to retrieve her 'clothing.' She dresses quickly, pulling the tube top over her head and sliding the thong up her legs. The moment it touches her pussy it begins to darken, your cum soaking through.