You cum loud and long

Shouting incoherently, you thrust upwards grinding you cock into Brandy's engorged clit.

“Cum in me, you Fuucckkkeerrrr!” Brandy screams, as your prick spews white lava into her teenage womb.

After what seems to be an eternity, you collapse back into the couch, and Brandy, seemingly unwilling to move off, you lays down on you, resting her head on your chest.

After a few more moments, Brandy starts nuzzling you chest. “Oh God, you smell good enough to eat,” she moans.

It suddenly strikes you that Brandy had never overtly come on to your before this morning, and you remember the body spray.

“Brandy?” you say.

“Hmmmm,” she murmurs lazily against your chest.

“What happened here?” you ask.

Brandy rises up onto her hands, her nipples poking into your chest. “What happened here, lover, is that you fucked my virgin pussy bareback and gave me two potent batches of baby batter,” she said hotly.

You cock twitches at her description and she shivers, giving you a smile of pure sin. “And I think your might be up to giving me a third,” she says.

Before you could respond you were cut off by an enraged voice from the doorway. “Young lady, what are you doing!” her mother yells.

Looking past Brandy's shoulder, you can see her stunned mother, dressed in a sheer red nightie that came down to mid-thigh, giving you a glimpse at her panty-clad pussy.

Growling, Brandy looks back at her mother. “I’m fucking John, Mom,” Brandy said aggressively.

“Please Brandy, tell me you just didn’t throw your life away,” Mrs. Madison says, coming over to you two. “And with Brandon’s best friend no less,” her mom says.

Brandy inhales deeply and gets up to face her mother, telling you first, “Don’t go anywhere, buster.”

Mrs. Madison looks at her daughter's pussy, smeared with your cum and her blood. “Don’t you know how dangerous it is right now for you honey?” Mrs. Madison asks.

“It's not as if you haven’t considered doing the same thing, Mom. I saw the look on your face when you were watching Brandon and John do our yard last week,” Brandy counters. “And besides, with John’s swimmers in me, Brandon can't do anything.”

Mrs. Madison looks speechless for a moment, and then she turns to you. “And you. How could you betray Brandon’s trust this way?” Mrs. Madison asks, pausing to sniff something. “How, could you...” Shaking her head, you watch as her nipples became hard nubs against the fabric of her nightie.

“How could he what, mom?” Brandy now asks, puzzled by her mom's behavior.