Delicious Mom 1

Jack remained frozen in the hallway. The laundry door clicked shut, sealing him out. He pressed his ear against the cool wood, heart hammering as muffled gasps and whispers leaked through.

The sounds became more frantic for a second, and then a huge gasp. Samir must be doing something despicable to her. After a few minutes of ****, he heard a thump at the door.

Each sound painted an agonising image in Jack’s mind, his mom’s voluptuous body squeezed into Allie’s school uniform, probably overflowing everywhere, Samir’s predatory gaze roaming freely over her swollen cleavage.

Jack gripped the doorframe, knuckles white. He should burst in and beat the hell out of the fucker, but unfortunately, he couldn't. Held back by his own Mom and sweet girlfriend, and maybe his own guilt over the indecent thoughts he was having about Jenny.

He leaned closer, straining to hear. But to his boner's happiness, the door opened and the weirdly erotic trio came out.

Samir's POV

Samir’s breath caught as he stepped into the room. Allie’s crisp white school blouse strained obscenely against Jenny’s overflowing tits. As it was still wet, the transparent shirt showed her white milky flesh in all its glory.

The top buttons popped open to reveal deep, sweat-slicked cleavage, which Samir wanted to lap up like a dog. Her skin was radiating and glistening with sweat all over as she had just had an intense workout. A nice foreshadowing of the time he will make her squat on his cock.

More sexy than the barely concealed boobs was the pleated skirt, which covered even less of her meaty ass cheeks, hiking up so high that the shadowed curve where thighs met pussy peeked through with every swaying step.

Her damp white panties gave a glimpse of the fat lips struggling to stay hidden now and then as the skirt moved around.

She looked less like a respectable kind mom and more like a cheap slut trying to get fucked by any cock she could stuff inside her after a night out.

Samir grinned, "Perfect", whispering and running his hand over his inflated cock, which was struggling to stay inside his sweats. A bit of pre-cum like goo flowed out of his tip from the time he entered the house. "Just a little bit more, only a little bit."

Jenny shifted uncomfortably, the stiff fabric of the uniform scratching her damp skin. The skirt rode higher with each step, exposing more of her thick thighs and the moist edge of her panties.

She tugged at the hem, fingers trembling. "I-I think it's too much, Samir. I...uhh..I'm not suitable to be your model like this." Her voice wavered, cheeks flushing crimson.

She was self-conscious, thinking that the dress didn't look good at all on her, and she would do a very bad job to be a model. She can't embarrass herself like this in front of her son, right?

The confidence Samir had commanded earlier evaporated like steam. Her breasts threatened to burst free as she crossed her arms over her chest, only emphasising the spilling from the unbuttoned blouse.

Looks like the camera works continuously to influence the thoughts and actions when in range. No way other than that the kind mom would blame herself instead of thinking about the drooling boy, the age of her son, looking at her like she is the most delicious treat in the world.