Head Game powerful enough to destroy the Bed Frame

Without sharing a moment of her attention with me, Amber wobbled herself out of my mother’s warm embrace, sliding down on the bed until her head was level with the massive junk which rose towards the ceiling, gallons and gallons of blood shooting towards it, fueling the monster with life.

A giant glob of precum, its consistency like jelly **** itself out of the giant, albeit too small urethra, the fist-sized tear straining against the impossibly thick cock.

It fell off to the right and hit the other side of the bed, the cum - literal CUM - not splattering but instead bouncing into the giant pool of viscous goo.

My bewildered gaze was only drawn back to those Fuck Monsters once I heard a loud moan and an even louder gag.

“HHHHHRRRRPPP!” It literally sounded like Amber was about to barf wholeheartedly onto my Mom, but the sounds weren’t even the worst.

Quite quickly - despite the new size of her - my no-longer petite girlfriend bobbed her head up and down, the protuberance from my Mom’s crotch enough to stretch her jaw towards breaking point, several tears already running down her flushed cheeks.

Yet as I met her eyes, I realized that those tears were nothing but joyous.

Delirious bliss filled those crazy pupils, her ocean-blue eyes meeting mine in a silent exchange of farewell, the last sanity inside this virtually fucked up mind of hers perishing right in that moment.

There we stood, both crying, me clutching my chest and trying my best to merely stay upright.

Her swallowing and slurping up and down that gargantuan, disgusting shaft, its red pulsating veins and tip glistened with sweat, spit and parts of vile mucus.

But when I returned my gaze, Amber was already bloated and I once again averted my eyes in shame.

Eventually, after 20 minutes of rough throatfucking, my mother fixated me, commanding: “Come here and pound her ass!”