3

She gives your spent cock one last slow squeeze, then flips the spiral notebook to the next cluster of questions.

“Question three,” she says, voice low and already filthy. “Was it me… or the cocks? Why are you even entertaining the idea of your own hot mom like this?”

She doesn’t wait for you to answer. She swings a leg over your lap and straddles your thighs, completely naked, gold chain dangling between her heavy tits. Her bare, still-slick pussy rests right against the base of your sticky, half-hard cock. She grinds once, slow and deliberate, letting you feel how wet she still is from earlier.

“We’re going to settle this one properly.”

She reaches down, takes your small cock in her hand, and starts rubbing the head up and down her wet slit, coating it in her juices while she looks straight into your eyes.

“You’ve been asking yourself whether you get hard because of the thick black cocks… or because it’s me taking them. Because it’s Mommy’s cunt getting stretched. Mommy’s tits getting painted. Mommy looking at the camera and calling you baby while another man ruins her. So we’re going to find out right now.”

She sinks down just enough to trap the head of your cock between her pussy lips, not letting you inside, just using you as a wet, warm toy while she talks.

“Feel that? That’s the same cunt you watched those big black cocks destroy on your own bed. The same one that squirted all over your sheets. The same one that gripped them so tight they left me gaping. And here you are, still hard, still leaking, with your own mother’s pussy sliding on this little dick.”

She grinds harder, rubbing her clit against the sensitive head, smearing more of her wetness down your shaft. Her tits sway in front of your face; the gold chain brushes your lips.

“Open your mouth.”

When you do, she feeds you one nipple, then the other, making you suck while she keeps working her cunt against your cock. Her voice stays calm and depraved.

“You’re entertaining the idea of Mommy because you’ve already crossed the line a hundred times in your head. Every time you stroked to me getting fucked. Every time you came to me covered in another man’s cum. Every time you answered my texts instead of blocking me. Your brain already decided Mommy’s body is fair game for your little cuck fantasies. The only question left is how far you’re willing to go in real life.”

She lifts up, spits into her palm, and starts stroking you with long, tight twists while her other hand spreads her pussy open right in front of your face so you can see how pink and used she still looks.

“Look at it. This is the pussy that took every thick black cock I sent you. This is the pussy that came on them. This is the pussy that let them unload on these tits while I thought about you watching. And now it’s right here, dripping on your little dick, because you said yes to Mommy being your guide.”

She drops her hips again, trapping your cock flat against her stomach and her wet cunt, and starts dry-humping you with short, filthy rolls of her hips. The friction is intense; her juices make everything slick and messy.

“You’re going to cum from this. From Mommy’s pussy rubbing on you. From the knowledge that hours ago a real cock was balls-deep in it and covering these tits. From the fact that you’re so far gone you’re letting your own mother edge and tease this little penis problem while she makes you answer the dirtiest questions out loud.”

Her movements get faster, more deliberate. She grabs the back of your head and forces your face between her tits, smothering you in the soft, warm flesh while she grinds.

“Say it. Tell Mommy the truth while you leak all over her cunt. You get hard because it’s me. Because it’s Mommy taking the big black cocks. Because the idea of your own mother’s body being used and marked turns you on even more than the cocks themselves. Admit it.”

Your voice is muffled between her breasts, broken and desperate.

“It’s you… it’s Mommy… watching you take them… seeing you covered in their cum… it turns me on so fucking much—”

“Good boy.”

She reaches down, wraps her fist around the short length of your cock that’s trapped between her wet pussy and her stomach, and strokes you in tight, rapid pumps while she keeps grinding. The dual sensation is overwhelming.

“Cum for your guide. Cum because it’s Mommy’s body. Cum because you’ve been fantasizing about this slutty cunt and these heavy tits for weeks while real men used them. Make a mess on Mommy’s pussy like the little son who can’t stop thinking about fucking her… even while he stays too small to ever do it right.”

The combination of her words, the wet heat of her cunt sliding on you, the smell of her skin, and the relentless fist pushes you over the edge hard. You cum with a muffled cry against her tits, thick spurts pumping out between her pussy lips and coating her fingers, her stomach, and the gold chain that dangles between you. She keeps stroking and grinding through every pulse, milking you until you’re shaking and oversensitive, then finally lifts off.

She looks down at the sticky mess you left all over her cunt and lower stomach, swipes two fingers through it, and pushes them into your mouth.

“Clean it up. Taste what happens when you finally admit it’s Mommy who gets you this hard.”

You suck her fingers clean while she watches, eyes dark with satisfaction. Then she picks up the notebook again, writes a short note beside question three, and smiles.

“Question three is answered. It’s me. It’s Mommy’s body, Mommy’s cunt, Mommy’s tits getting used that pushes you over the edge. The big black cocks are the tools. You’re hard for the woman wearing the chain. Next question whenever you’re ready, baby… but Mommy’s still sitting on your lap, and we’re not finished exploring how deep this goes.”

She stays right there, naked and sticky, waiting for you to catch your breath so she can turn the page.