I was cleaning the house I usually do, and I went upstairs to check the laundry. I walk past my son Adam’s room and hear him playing video games and talking to his friend Jason. I stopped as I heard them talking about me.
“But Adam don’t you think your mom as big tits,” Jason said which shocked me oh my. I stood listening without them seeing me.
“They’re not bad I guess I don’t pay attention,” Adam says with some nervousness in his voice.
“Dude. How can you not notice, like there are mammoths of big boobs,” Jason juggled which made me look down at myself.
“Ok she has got a good set on her,” Adam said.
“Would you bang her,” omg did Jason just say that?
“Erm… No way she’s my mom.” Adam said but he paused too long before he answered.
“Haha you thought about it then didn’t you,” Jason said. “I sure would love to smash that pussy.”
“Well I don’t know,” Adam said. “Maybe curious what it be like.”
“Haha just imagine her on all fours as us two spitroast her,” Jason chuckled, omg I felt a tingle suddenly fire through my gash.
Oh fuck, I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My son and his friend talking about me like that. It’s so wrong, but… why does it make my pussy throb? I sneak closer to the door, my heart racing. I hear Jason’s voice again, low and dirty.
“You know what, Adam? I bet your mom’s pussy is tight as fuck. Probably hasn’t gotten any good dick since your dad left.” Adam hesitates.”I don’t know, man. She’s still my mom.”
“Come on, dude. You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it. Her big tits bouncing while she rides your cock…” Jason’s words trail off suggestively. There’s a pause, and then Adam speaks up, his voice strained. “I’ve… I’ve jerked off thinking about it before. But it’s fucked up, right?”
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to Adam’s confession. The taboo nature of the situation only seemed to heighten my arousal. I could feel my panties growing damp as I imagined myself in the scenario Jason had described – on my hands and knees, Adam and Jason taking turns fucking me from either side. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my fingers twitching with the urge to touch myself.
“Fuck, Adam, you’re a dirty little bastard,” Jason laughed. “I knew you wanted to tap that ass. Your mom’s got a body that was made for sin.”
“Shut up,” Adam muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words. “It’s just… sometimes I can’t help but look. The way her tits bounce when she walks, the curve of her ass…fuck.”
“And her pussy,” Jason added, his voice dripping with lust.
I gasped quietly, my hand flying to my mouth as I listened to Adam and Jason’s lewd conversations about me. My pussy throbbed with a need I hadn’t felt in years, their crude words igniting a fire within me. I knew I should walk away, and put an end to this inappropriate discussion, but I found myself rooted to the spot, my curiosity and arousal keeping me trapped. Naughty thoughts are coming from 18-year-old lads, my son and his best friend.
*Clears throat* “Staying for lunch Jason,” I said folding my arms as it made my cleavage stand out.
Adam and Jason jump in their seats, clearly startled by my sudden appearance. Adam’s face turns beet red as he realizes I overheard their conversations. Jason, on the other hand, looks guilty but also intrigued, his eyes flicking between me and Adam.
“Mom, uh, hey,” Adam stammers, trying to compose himself. “Yeah, Jason’s staying for lunch.” I lean against the doorframe, my arms still folded, emphasizing my cleavage. I can see Jason’s eyes drawn to my chest, his gaze lingering on my breasts. Adam avoids looking at me directly, his embarrassment palpable.
“So, I couldn’t help but overhear your… interesting conversations,” Isay, my voice calm and even. “It seems you two have quite the imagination.”
Adam gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. Jason, however, dares to smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Sorry, Mrs. Johnson,”
“We… we were… erm…” Adam didn’t know what to say.
I walk closer to them, my hips swaying slightly. “You were talking about fucking me, weren’t you?” I say bluntly, looking directly at Adam. His eyes widen in shock and embarrassment. “Mom, I…I’m sorry, we were just messing around,” he stammers, avoiding my gaze.
Jason, on the other hand, leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “Come on, Adam. Your mom’s a gorgeous woman. It’s only natural to fantasize about her,” he says, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. I ignore Jason for now, focusing on Adam.
“Is that true, sweetheart? Have you been fantasizing about fucking your own mother?” I ask, my voice low and husky. Adam’s face turns an even deeper shade of red, but I can see the bulge growing in his pants.
“Mom, please… I’m sorry,” Adam’s face burns with embarrassment as he avoids my piercing gaze. His cock twitches in his pants, betraying his arousal despite his shame. Jason watches the exchange with a mix of amusement and envy, his erection straining against his jeans.
“Mom, I… I can explain,” Adam stammers, but his words trail off as his eyes are drawn to the swell of my breasts, barely contained by my tight shirt. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
I walk closer to Adam, my hips swaying hypnotically.”There’s no need to explain, sweetheart,” I said, reaching out to gently cup his cheek.
“I’m flattered, really.” My thumb brushes over his lips, and I can feel his breath hitch .”But you know, fantasies are one thing…reality is another. I am your mom. I spent hours in pain pushing you out of the very place you have been fucking about fucking.”
Jason’s smirk widened as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and hunger. “Well, damn, Mrs. Johnson, you’ve got some balls calling us out like that,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Guess we’re busted, huh? No point in pretending we weren’t drooling over you.”
Adam flinched at Jason’s boldness, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he tried to shrink into the chair. “Mom, I swear, we didn’t mean anything by it,” he mumbled, his voice cracking slightly. His eyes darted to the floor, but I caught the quick flicker of his gaze back to my chest, like he couldn’t help himself. The bulge in his pants hadn’t gone down—if anything, it looked harder, straining against the denim.
I tilted my head, letting a slow smile curl my lips as I stepped even closer to Adam. The air in the room felt thick, charged with something dirty and electric. “Oh, I don’t know, Jason,” I said, my tone playful but edged with heat. “Sounds like you two meant every word. Spitroasting me? That’s quite the picture you painted.” I let my hand linger on Adam’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers, his breath shaky as it brushed against my thumb.
Jason let out a low whistle, shifting in his seat. “Fuck, Mrs. J, you’re not even mad? That’s hot as hell.” He adjusted himself shamelessly, the outline of his cock pressing tight against his jeans. “I mean, Adam’s too chickenshit to say it, but I’ll own up—I’d fuck you in a heartbeat. Those tits? That ass? Shit, you’re a walking wet dream.”
“Jason, dude, shut up!” Adam snapped, his voice a mix of panic and frustration. But his body betrayed him—his hips shifted slightly, like he was trying to ease the pressure in his pants without me noticing. His face was a mess of guilt and lust, and it only made that tingle in my pussy flare hotter.
I turned my gaze to Jason, letting my eyes roam over him for a moment—his broad shoulders, the cocky tilt of his grin, the way he didn’t even try to hide how turned on he was. Then I looked back at Adam, my sweet, flustered boy, caught in a storm of shame and desire. “You know,” I said softly, almost a whisper, “I should be furious. I should ground you for life, Adam. But…” I paused, letting my fingers trail down from his cheek to his jaw, brushing the edge of his collarbone. “Hearing you talk like that—it’s got me all worked up. What’s a mom supposed to do with that?”
Adam’s eyes shot up to meet mine, wide and disbelieving. “M-Mom?” he stammered, his voice barely audible. His lips parted, and I could see the war raging inside him—wanting to run, wanting to stay, wanting me.
Jason chuckled, leaning back with a smug grin. “Told you, man. Your mom’s a freak. Bet she’s dripping wet at her gash right now just thinking about it.” He licked his lips, his gaze dropping to my hips like he could see right through my clothes.
I straightened up, folding my arms again, pushing my cleavage out even more. The room was suffocating with tension, the kind that made my thighs clench and my breath catch. “Lunch is in ten,” I said, keeping my voice steady despite the heat pooling between my legs. “But after… maybe I’ll let you boys show me just how curious you really are.” I turned on my heel, hips swaying as I walked out, leaving them both staring after me—Adam stunned into silence, Jason practically panting.
Upstairs, I could hear them still muttering, their voices low and rushed. Adam probably trying to talk Jason down, Jason probably egging him on. I smirked to myself, imagining their faces when I’d left them hanging with that little tease. “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, my fingers brushing the edge of my blouse. It was tight, clinging to my curves, the top two buttons undone just enough to show the swell of my breasts. Fuck it I undid an extra button, now my bra visible. I’d caught Adam staring at them before, hadn’t I? And Jason—shit, that boy didn’t even pretend to look away. And how he described my lady parts about being wet at the “gash”, is that what young lads call it these days.
Footsteps thudded down the stairs, and I glanced over my shoulder as Adam and Jason shuffled into the room. Adam’s eyes darted everywhere but me, his cheeks still flushed, hands shoved deep in his pockets like he was trying to hide that bulge I’d spotted earlier. Jason, though, strutted in with that cocky grin, his gaze sliding over me like he was already undressing me in his mind. “Smells good, Mrs. J,” he said, voice dripping with that teasing edge. “You’re spoiling us.”
I turned, leaning against the counter, arms crossing under my chest to push my tits up just a little more. “Well, I figured you boys needed some fuel after all that… talking,” I said, letting the words hang heavy in the air. Adam’s head snapped up, eyes wide, while Jason chuckled low in his throat.
“Mom, can we just—uh—eat?” Adam mumbled, grabbing a plate like it was a lifeline. His fingers fumbled, nearly dropping it, and I caught the quick glance he stole at my cleavage before he turned away. Poor kid was a mess, torn between guilt and that hard-on he couldn’t shake.
Jason slid into a chair, legs spread wide, not even pretending to be subtle as he adjusted himself. “Oh, I’m starving,” he said, smirking. “But I gotta say, the view’s better than the food.” His eyes locked on mine, daring me to call him out again.
I set the plates down, letting my fingers brush Adam’s arm as I passed him. He flinched, but didn’t pull away, his breath catching. “Eat up, sweetheart,” I said softly, my voice a little too warm, a little too close to a purr. “You’ll need your strength.” I shot Jason a look, catching the way his grin widened, like he knew exactly what I was playing at.
The room went quiet except for the crunch of bread and the occasional shuffle of feet. Adam kept his head down, chewing fast, but I could feel his eyes on me every time I moved—pouring water, bending slightly to grab a napkin, my skirt riding up just enough to show the curve of my thighs. Jason didn’t bother hiding it; he watched me like a hawk, licking his lips after every bite, his gaze flicking between my tits and my hips.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence as I leaned back against the counter, one hip cocked. “You boys still curious? Or was that all just talk?” My tone was light, teasing, but the question landed like a bomb. Adam choked on his sandwich, coughing hard, while Jason let out a loud, “Ha! Told you she’s game, man!”
“Mom, what the hell?” Adam rasped, finally meeting my eyes. His were dark, conflicted, but there was a spark there—something hungry peeking through the shame. “You’re not… serious, right?”
I tilted my head, letting a slow smile spread across my lips. “Why not? You’re the one who said you’ve thought about it. And Jason here’s practically begging to get his hands on me.” I glanced at Jason, who nodded eagerly, leaning forward like a dog waiting for a treat.
“Fuck yeah, Mrs. J,” Jason said, voice rough with excitement. “I’d show you a real good time. Bet you’re wet as hell already, huh?” He shifted in his seat, his jeans tight around the thick outline of his cock, and I felt my pussy clench at the sight.
Adam’s chair scraped as he pushed back slightly, but he didn’t stand. “This is fucked up,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. But his eyes—God, his eyes—kept sliding back to me, tracing the line of my bra through my shirt, the way my skirt hugged my ass. He was trapped, and he knew it.
I stepped closer, standing between them now, close enough to feel the heat radiating off Adam’s tense frame. “Maybe it is,” I said, voice dropping low. “But you’re still hard, aren’t you, sweetheart? And Jason’s ready to burst just thinking about my pussy.” I turned my head to Jason, letting my hair fall over one shoulder. “What do you say, boys? Wanna find out if I live up to your little fantasies?”
Jason was on his feet in a second, towering over me with that smug, hungry look. “Fuck, let’s do it. Right here, right now.” His hands hovered near my waist, itching to grab. Adam stayed seated, breathing fast, but he didn’t say no—just stared at me like he was waiting for me to make the next move. The air crackled, thick with lust and that delicious, twisted edge of wrongness that made my thighs slick with need.
“So you both wanted to spitroast,” I said as I started to unbutton my blouse fully.
Adam’s eyes widened as my fingers worked the buttons of my blouse, popping them open one by one. The fabric parted slow, revealing the black lace bra underneath, my tits spilling over the cups, nipples already poking hard against the thin material. Jason let out a low, “Fuuuck,” his gaze glued to my chest, hands twitching like he was dying to grab me. Adam just sat there, frozen, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts, that bulge in his jeans looking painfully tight now.
“Mom… what are you doing?” Adam’s voice cracked, but his eyes didn’t leave me—didn’t even try to. They traced the curve of my breasts, the way the lace hugged my skin, and I could see his hands clench into fists on his lap, fighting something deep inside.
I shrugged the blouse off, letting it drop to the floor, standing there in my skirt and bra, the air cool against my flushed skin. “What’s it look like, sweetheart?” I said, voice soft but thick with heat. “You boys wanted to spitroast me, didn’t you? Talked about my pussy like it’s some prize. Well, here I am.” I tilted my head, smirking at Jason. “You gonna just stare, or you gonna do something about it?”
Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped up close, his body radiating heat, his grin wicked as he reached out and ran a hand along my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh above my skirt. “Shit, Mrs. J, you’re fuckin’ unreal,” he muttered, his voice rough with want. His thumb brushed the underside of my bra, teasing the edge, and I felt a shiver race down my spine, my pussy clenching with a needy ache.
Adam swallowed hard, his chair creaking as he shifted, still rooted to the spot. “This… this is crazy,” he whispered, but his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust. His hands flexed, like he wanted to touch but didn’t know where to start—or if he even should.
I turned to him, stepping closer, my bare thighs brushing the edge of the table. “Crazy, huh?” I murmured, leaning down just enough that my tits were right in his line of sight, the lace barely holding them in. “You’re the one who jerked off thinking about me, Adam. Don’t act shy now.” My fingers grazed his shoulder, feeling the tension coiled tight in his muscles, and he sucked in a sharp breath, his cock twitching visibly through his jeans.
Jason chuckled behind me, his hands sliding lower, tugging at the zipper of my skirt. “He’s just scared he’ll blow his load too quick,” he teased, voice dripping with smugness. The skirt loosened, and he yanked it down in one smooth pull, letting it pool at my feet. My black panties came into view—simple but snug, the fabric clinging to the damp heat between my thighs. “Fuck, look at that ass,” Jason groaned, giving it a light smack that made me gasp, the sting blooming into a warm tingle.
“Jason!” Adam snapped, but his protest sounded weak, drowned out by the way his eyes locked onto my panties, the wet spot growing darker as my arousal soaked through. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and I knew he was losing that battle with himself.
I straightened up, turning to face Jason fully, letting him drink me in. “You like what you see?” I asked, voice low and teasing, my hands sliding up to cup my own tits, squeezing them through the bra. The lace scratched against my nipples, sending jolts straight to my dripping core, and Jason’s grin turned feral.
“Like it? I’m gonna fuckin’ worship it,” he said, stepping in close. His fingers hooked into the straps of my bra, tugging them down my shoulders slow like he was unwrapping a gift. The cups slipped lower, my breasts spilling free—full and heavy, nipples stiff and pink, begging for attention. “Goddamn, these tits,” he muttered, palming one roughly, his thumb flicking over the sensitive bud. I moaned softly, head tipping back, the sound making Adam flinch in his seat.
“Mom…” Adam’s voice was a strangled whisper now, his hands gripping the edge of the table. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop staring at my bare chest, at Jason’s hands kneading my flesh. His cock strained so hard against his jeans I thought the zipper might bust.
I glanced over my shoulder at him, smirking through the haze of pleasure Jason was stirring up. “Come on, sweetheart,” I purred, reaching back to unhook my bra fully. It fell away, leaving me topless, my skin prickling in the open air. “You wanted this too. Don’t make Jason have all the fun.”
Jason laughed, low and dirty, his hands sliding down to my hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties. “Yeah, Adam, get your ass over here,” he said, tugging the fabric down inch by inch. The damp cotton peeled away from my slick pussy, strings of wetness clinging to it as he slid them past my thighs, down to my ankles. “Look at this fuckin’ cunt—dripping wet, just like I said.”
My pussy was bare now, swollen and glistening, the lips parted slightly from how turned on I was. The cool air hit my hot folds, making me shiver, and I spread my legs a little wider, letting them both see. Jason groaned, his fingers brushing the edge of my mound, teasing the slick slit without diving in yet. “Shit, Mrs. J, you’re soaked. Bet this pussy’s tight as hell.”
Adam’s chair scraped loud as he finally stood, shaky and hesitant, but drawn in like a moth to a flame. “Mom, I… fuck, I can’t believe this,” he stammered, stepping closer, his eyes locked on my exposed cunt. His cock was rock hard, the outline thick and pulsing through his jeans, and I could see the precum staining the fabric already.
I turned to face him fully, leaning back against the table, my ass pressing into the edge. “Believe it, baby,” I said, voice husky with need. “You boys wanted to spitroast me? Let’s see if you’ve got the guts.” I nodded at Jason, who was already unbuttoning his jeans, his veined rod springing free—thick and throbbing, the tip slick with precum.
Jason’s cock bobbed free, thick and heavy, the swollen head glistening with a bead of precum that dripped slowly down the veined shaft. He gave it a lazy stroke, smirking at me like he’d already won something, his eyes flicking between my bare tits and the slick mess of my pussy. “Fuck, Mrs. J, you’re making me harder than I’ve ever been,” he said, voice rough and low, stepping closer so the heat of his body brushed against mine. His fingers tightened on my hips, digging into the soft flesh, and I felt my breath catch as he pressed himself against me, the side of his shaft rubbing against my thigh.
Adam stood there, still half-frozen, his chest heaving like he couldn’t get enough air. His jeans were tented tight, the outline of his cock twitching as he watched Jason manhandle me. “Mom…” he rasped, his voice a mix of desperation and disbelief, but his feet carried him closer, drawn in despite himself. His hands hovered, unsure, until I reached out and grabbed one, pulling it to my chest.
“Touch me, sweetheart,” I whispered, guiding his trembling fingers to my breast. His palm pressed against the heavy curve, warm and hesitant, and I let out a soft moan as his thumb brushed my nipple—hard and aching under his touch. “See? It’s okay. I want this too.” His eyes flicked up to mine, dark and wild, and I saw the moment he gave in, his grip tightening as he squeezed, a shaky groan slipping from his lips.
Jason chuckled, low and dirty, his free hand sliding down to cup my ass, kneading it rough. “Atta boy, Adam. Knew you’d cave,” he said, giving my cheek a light smack that made my pussy clench, a fresh trickle of wetness slipping down my thigh. He tugged my panties—still tangled around my ankles—off completely, tossing them aside. “Fuck, look at that dripping hole. You’re soaked for us, aren’t you, Mrs. J?”
I leaned back on the table, spreading my legs wider, letting them both see the full view—my pussy splayed open, the lips swollen and pink, glistening with juice that coated my inner thighs. My clit throbbed, peeking out from its hood, sensitive and begging for attention. “Yeah, I am,” I admitted, voice husky, my eyes locked on Adam’s flushed face. “Hearing you talk about fucking me… it’s got me dripping wet. So what’re you waiting for?”
Adam’s breath hitched, his hand still kneading my tit, fingers pinching my nipple now, sending sharp little jolts straight to my core. “Fuck, Mom, you’re… you’re so hot,” he muttered, almost to himself, his other hand fumbling with his jeans. He yanked the zipper down, and his cock sprang out—rock hard and thick, the tip red and slick with precum, pulsing with every beat of his heart. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him, his shaft brushing my hip.
Jason didn’t waste time. He dropped to his knees between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them even wider. “Gonna taste this pussy first,” he growled, his breath hot against my slick folds. His tongue darted out, licking a slow, wet stripe up my slit, and I gasped, my hips bucking as he flicked over my clit. “Shit, you taste so fuckin’ good,” he mumbled, lips smacking as he sucked my swollen lips into his mouth, teasing the edges with his teeth.
“Oh God, Jason—” I moaned, my head tipping back, one hand gripping the table edge while the other tangled in Adam’s shirt, pulling him closer. His cock pressed against my side now, hot and throbbing, and I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around the rigid length. He groaned loudly, hips jerking as I stroked him slow, feeling the slick glide of precum under my palm. “You like that, baby?” I murmured, glancing up at him through half-lidded eyes
“Yeah… fuck, yeah,” Adam panted, his free hand sliding up to cup my other breast, kneading it rougher now, his shame melting away under the heat of his need. His thumb flicked my nipple hard, and I whimpered, the sound mixing with the wet, sloppy noises Jason was making as he ate me out.
Jason’s tongue plunged deeper, lapping at my dripping core, his nose bumping my clit as he groaned into me. “This cunt’s so tight, Mrs. J,” he said between licks, his voice muffled against my folds. “Can’t wait to fuck it.” He sucked my clit hard, and I cried out, my thighs trembling as a wave of pleasure crashed through me, my pussy gushing more juice onto his chin.
I tugged Adam closer, guiding his cock toward my mouth. “C’mere, sweetheart,” I purred, my lips brushing the slick tip. He shuddered, a low “Fuck, Mom” slipping out as I parted my lips and took him in, slow and deep. His shaft filled my mouth, hot and pulsing, the salty taste of precum coating my tongue. I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan louder, his hands fisting in my hair.
Jason pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his chin shiny with my wetness. “Look at her go,” he said, grinning wickedly as he stood, shucking his jeans down further. His cock jutted out, thick and veined, the head purple with need. “Time to spitroast this hot piece of ass.” He grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my stomach across the table, my ass up and legs dangling. My tits pressed into the cool wood, nipples scraping as he positioned himself behind me.
Adam’s cock slipped from my mouth as I turned, but he didn’t pull away—just stared down at me, panting, his hands still tangled in my hair. “Mom… you sure?” he asked, voice shaky, but his eyes burned with want, his shaft twitching an inch from my lips.
I smirked up at him, licking my lips slowly. “Oh, I’m sure, baby. Fuck my mouth while Jason takes my pussy.” I wiggled my ass back toward Jason, feeling the blunt head of his cock nudge my soaked entrance, teasing the quivering folds.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Jason muttered, gripping my hips tight as he pushed in, slow and deliberate. My pussy stretched around him, the slick walls gripping his throbbing shaft, and I moaned loud, the sound muffled as Adam slid his cock back into my mouth. Jason’s thrusts started shallow, then deeper, his cock plunging into my dripping cunt, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “So fuckin’ tight, Mrs. J… shit, you’re gonna make me cum too fast.”
Adam’s hands tightened in my hair, guiding my head as he fucked my mouth, his groans mixing with my muffled whimpers. “Mom… oh fuck, your mouth…” he gasped, his hips rocking steady, the taste of him overwhelming as his cock slid over my tongue, bumping the back of my throat.
Jason’s hands gripped my hips as he owned me, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pounded into my pussy, each thrust sending a wet slap echoing through the kitchen. His cock stretched me wide, the thick, veined shaft sliding in and out, coated in my slick juices that dripped down my thighs. “Fuck, Mrs. J, this cunt’s gripping me so tight,” he groaned, his voice rough and ragged, hips snapping forward with a rhythm that made my whole body shake. The table creaked under me, my tits pressed flat against the wood, nipples scraping with every jolt.
Adam stood in front of me, his hands fisted in my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his throbbing length. His cock was hot and heavy on my tongue, the salty tang of precum mixing with my spit as I sucked him deeper. “Mom… oh shit, you’re so good at this,” he panted, his voice breaking with every thrust into my throat. His hips rocked steadily, eyes locked on mine, dark and wild with a hunger that made my pussy clench tighter around Jason.
“Goddamn, look at her take it,” Jason said, smirking as he slowed his pace, dragging his cock out inch by inch just to slam it back in, making me moan around Adam’s shaft. My pussy quivered, the swollen lips parted wide, slick and messy with my arousal. Jason’s thumb brushed my clit, teasing the sensitive nub, and I bucked against him, a muffled cry vibrating through Adam’s cock. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Fucking dripping all over me.”
I pulled off Adam for a second, gasping for air, a string of spit connecting my lips to his glistening tip. “Harder, Jason,” I rasped, voice hoarse and thick with need. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I glanced up at Adam, licking my swollen lips slowly. “And you, baby—don’t hold back. I wanna feel you cum down my throat.”
Adam’s eyes widened, a shaky groan slipping out as he gripped my hair tighter. “Fuck, Mom…” he muttered, then thrust back into my mouth, deeper this time, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a little, but relaxed, letting him use me, his moans growing louder, more desperate. His shaft pulsed, slick with my spit, the head swollen and red as he fucked my face.
Behind me, Jason picked up the pace, his thrusts turning brutal, the wet smack of his hips against my ass filling the room. “Like this, huh? You’re such a slut for it, Mrs J,” he growled, one hand sliding up to grab my ass cheek, spreading me wider. His cock plunged deep, hitting that spot inside that made my toes curl, my pussy gushing more juice down his shaft. “Shit, look at this soaked cunt—quivering like it’s begging for more.”
My body rocked between them, caught in their rhythm—Jason’s rough, pounding thrusts and Adam’s steady, needy pumps into my mouth. My tits bounced with every jolt, nipples aching from the friction against the table, and I could feel the heat building low in my belly, a tight coil ready to snap. Jason’s fingers found my clit again, rubbing fast and hard, and I moaned loud around Adam’s cock, the sound sending shivers through him.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Adam gasped, his voice trembling, hips stuttering as he gripped my head tighter. “Mom, I’m gonna—oh shit—” His cock twitched hard, and then he came, hot spurts flooding my throat, thick and salty. I swallowed around him, milking every drop, his groans filling my ears as his body shook.
Jason laughed, low and dirty, his thrusts relentless. “That’s it, Adam, fill her up,” he said, his own breath hitching as he watched. “My turn now—gonna flood this tight pussy.” He slammed into me harder, his cock throbbing inside, stretching my slick walls. My clit throbbed under his fingers, and I felt it hit—the orgasm crashing over me like a wave, my pussy clamping down on him as I cried out, muffled by Adam’s softening cock still in my mouth.
“Fuck, yes!” Jason roared, his hips jerking as he buried himself deep, unloading inside me. His cum was hot and thick, pulsing out in heavy spurts, mixing with my own wetness as it dripped down my thighs. He kept thrusting, slower now, riding it out, his groans rough and satisfied. “Shit, Mrs. J, you’re a goddamn dream.”
Adam pulled out of my mouth, panting hard, his cock slick and shiny with spit and cum. He stumbled back a step, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe what we’d just done. I licked my lips, tasting him still, and pushed myself up on shaky arms, feeling Jason’s hands still lingering on my hips as he pulled out, his cum trickling out of my swollen pussy, pooling on the floor.
“Well, boys,” I said, voice raw and teasing as I turned to face them, my body flushed and glistening with sweat. “Was that everything you imagined?” Jason grinned, wiping his brow, while Adam just stared, his chest heaving, caught somewhere between shame and awe. The air hung heavy, thick with sex and tension, and I knew they weren’t going anywhere—not yet.