Fantasia - Episode 8

Episode 8: Morning News Jerk-Off

I woke up with my cock already rock-hard and leaking, the sheets still sticky from last night’s double-creampie marathon with Mommy and Sis. Daddy was still out fucking that neighbor whore, so the house smelled like pure sex — cum, pussy, ass, and that faint lazy-Mom scent that makes my balls ache. I didn’t even bother getting dressed. Just stumbled downstairs in nothing but my morning wood, flopped on the couch, and flicked on the TV.

The morning news was on. And holy fuck — it was pure filth.

The hot blonde reporter, maybe 28, fake tits straining against a half-unbuttoned blouse, was standing in the middle of a downtown park doing a live report. Except she wasn’t just talking. She had her microphone shoved balls-deep in her own cunt, the thick black handle disappearing between her spread legs while she moaned into the camera.

“Good morning, viewers! I’m reporting live from City Park where the 8 a.m. public orgy is already in full swing. As you can see behind me…” She panted, twisting the mic deeper so the wet squelch echoed through the speakers. “We’ve got three college girls taking double anal, a businessman breeding his secretary right on the grass, and that guy over there fisting his girlfriend while she squirts all over the sidewalk. Sex is the new greeting, folks — and this morning’s turnout is record-breaking!”

She pulled the mic out with a loud, nasty schlorp, strings of her pussy juice dripping off it, then shoved it straight back in while she kept talking. “Back to you in the studio — oh fuck — I’m about to cum on live TV again!”

My hand was already wrapped around my cock. I started stroking slow and tight, thumb smearing the thick bead of pre-cum over the head, eyes glued to the screen as the reporter started bouncing on her mic like it was a real dick. The camera panned to show a random couple fucking doggy-style ten feet away, her asshole gaping and farting cum every thrust.

That’s when Mommy came down the stairs.

She didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there in the doorway, completely naked, huge tits heavy and swaying, her puffy pussy lips still red and swollen from last night, a thick white trickle of my cum running down her inner thigh. Her eyes locked on my pumping fist, then flicked to the TV where the reporter was now fingering her own asshole while still fucking the mic.

“Mmm, baby…” she purred, voice husky and dripping sin. “Jerking that fat morning cock to the news again? Look at that slut using her mic like a dildo on live TV. Makes Mommy’s cunt throb just watching.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Mommy dropped to her knees between my spread legs, shoved my hand away, and swallowed my cock in one wet, greedy gulp. Her throat opened up like it was made for me — hot, sloppy, gagging herself balls-deep while her nose pressed against my pubes. Spit bubbled out around my shaft as she bobbed fast and nasty, tongue swirling the underside while she moaned around me.

“Gluck-gluck-gluck — mmmph — taste so good after breeding both your girls last night,” she gurgled, pulling off just long enough to spit on my cock and slap it against her tongue. On the TV the reporter screamed as she came, mic buried to the hilt, pussy squirting in a visible arc across the grass while the camera zoomed in.

Mommy deepthroated me again, humming around my length so the vibrations shot straight to my balls. “Keep watching, baby. Stroke Mommy’s tits while I suck you. Imagine that reporter’s cunt wrapped around this dick instead of her mic.”

I grabbed two handfuls of her fat tits, pinching her rock-hard nipples while she sucked me sloppy and loud. The sounds mixed perfectly with the TV — wet throat-fucking from Mommy, wet mic-fucking from the reporter, and the background moans of the public orgy.

But Mommy wanted more.

She climbed up, straddled me reverse-cowgirl, and sank her dripping cunt down onto my cock in one slow, filthy slide. Her walls were still loose and creamy from last night’s loads, but they gripped me like a velvet fist anyway. She started riding hard — ass rippling, tits bouncing, pussy farting loud bubbly farts around my shaft every time she slammed down.

“Look at her, baby,” Mommy moaned, reaching back to spread her own ass so I could watch my cock disappear. On screen the reporter had pulled the mic out and was now getting railed by a random stranger from behind while she tried to keep reporting. “She’s getting fucked on live TV and still talking. That’s how nasty the world is now. And you? You get to fuck your own mother while we watch.”

I grabbed her hips and started pounding up into her, balls slapping her clit, making her huge ass bounce. Mommy leaned forward, hands on my knees, riding me like a **** whore while we both stared at the screen. The reporter was screaming now — “Harder — fuck me while I report — the public sex index is up 300% this morning — oh god I’m cumming again!”

Mommy’s pussy spasmed hard. She squirted around my cock in hot, messy jets that soaked my balls and the couch. “Breed me while we watch her get ruined, baby! Fill Mommy’s womb right here on the sofa!”

I flipped her around to missionary so I could see her face. Legs over my shoulders, I slammed back in deep, kissing her nasty and wet while I railed her. Our tongues fucked while her cunt squelched and farted around me. On TV the reporter was on her knees now, mic in one hand, stranger’s cock in her mouth, still trying to talk around it.

Mommy broke the kiss just long enough to beg, “Cum inside me — flood your mother while that slut gets throat-fucked on national TV!”

I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, heavy ropes of hot son-cum blasted straight into her womb — pulse after pulse, so much it overflowed instantly, squirting out around my cock in creamy white rivers that ran down her ass and soaked the cushions. Mommy came with me, screaming into my mouth, her cunt milking every drop while her body shook and squirted again.

We stayed locked together, panting, my cock still twitching inside her as the news cut back to the studio. The anchor was smiling, completely naked, casually fingering herself. “Thanks for that live report, Sarah. Viewers, remember — sex is just how we say good morning now.”

Mommy kissed me slow and filthy, cum still leaking out around my buried cock. “Best morning ever, baby. Now go shower… Mommy’s making breakfast. But if the news stays this nasty, I’m bending over the kitchen counter for round two while we watch.”

I pulled out slow, watching my load pour from her ruined pussy like a broken faucet. She scooped some up, licked it off her fingers, and winked.

“Love you, son.”

“Love you more, Mom.”

The TV kept rolling — another public orgy segment starting. My cock was already twitching again.