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Mom Does Anything:>Ep87
We shook and trembled, my hips pumping my dick into Jenna's pussy with a mind of their own. I shot my cum while fucking my dick into Jenna's hole, spraying her insides with jizz, my cum quickly mixing with her pussy juices, turning into a thick white cream that my cock pulled out with each withdrawal.
"Fuck, oh, fuck," we panted together, our voices merging as my cock softened within her cunny, eventually slipping out of her hole and dragging a thick glob of honey along with it.
"Daddy," Jenna said some minutes later, still breathing hard. "Can we do that again?"
"Fuck yeah," I said as my cock lay on my sack, resting in its half-hard salami state. "I need some water. Do you want some water?"
"Yeah." Jenna purred. "Go get it? I'm going to keep myself warm for you."
I got up from my bed and looked down at Jenna, then a light bulb went off above me, and I said, "Wait." I grabbed my phone from its tripod and held it in front of me as I walked to Jenna. "Let's get a close-up of your freshly fucked pussy." "Daddy, that's so nasty." Jenna grabbed her pillow, placing it beneath her butt and spreading her legs. She planted her feet on the bed and lifted her lower back, creating a downward sloping bridge to her shoulders. "For the best view." I laughed and zoomed in on her smooth, golden muff. Aside from the deep pink color of her lips, my baby girl's pussy didn't look battered at all. I'm gonna fix that, I thought, then I wondered why it made me so hot when I thought of beating up Jenna's pussy. After several minutes of videoing Jenna with my phone, I set it back on its tripod, grabbed her phone, and made another video of her slippery clam for her. Then I handed the phone to her as she sat up and recorded her snatch herself.
"Your cum is dripping out of me," Jenna whispered. "Look."
I laughed and crawled onto the bed, peering between her wide-open thighs. Thick, white liquid dripped from her pussyhole, staying together like a string of honey. "Touch it," Jenna whispered.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
I slid my right hand between her legs, my fingers extended, and I touched her tender flesh. Wet stickiness greeted my fingers as our cum collected on their tips. "Feed it to me, Daddy," Jenna whispered. "I want to taste it."
I lifted my fingers to her lips. We met each other's eyes. Beneath my chest, my heartbeat soared as Jenna opened her lips, her expression innocent, shy, and curious. Her pink tongue came out as her cheeks reddened, and then I slid my cum- coated fingertips into her mouth.
Jenna sucked, and from her throat came the purr, "Mmm," as she closed her eyes in ecstasy, her mouth sucking our juices from my fingertips.
I was rock fucking hard by this time.
"Get that water, baby," Jenna whispered after she had cleaned my fingers. "And then you can get this pussy again. Oh, and a Coke. I have a surprise for you."
"Okay," I said, having to wait for my hard-on to soften. I wouldn't have, but Jenna mentioned that my parents didn't want to see how hard I was for her. "Hurry back," she said when it was safe to head downstairs.
I nodded, having to force myself to leave Jenna's side. I pulled on a pair of shorts and walked downstairs with my semi-hard-on, thinking that my mother had already gone to bed. Instead, the living room lights were on. I saw my mother on the couch, in our spot with her butt near the cushion's edge and her boyshorts sitting on the coffee table, next to a bottle of wine. The glass was on the end table to her right. An adult movie played on the TV. A blonde, flaxen-haired MILF took the cocks of two young men--one in her pussy, the other in her ass. Mom had her right hand in her lap while her left hand caressed her breasts beneath her buttoned-up pajama shirt. She didn't notice me as I walked to the couch and stopped behind her.
"Mom?" I asked.
Mom's breath caught, and she turned her body to the left and her head around as much as she could, looking up at me with big, wine-glazed eyes. I saw redness around her eyelids and the lines of tears where they had fallen down her cheeks. I reached out, cupping her face in my hands and running my thumbs across the wet lines her tears had left behind. Mom turned her body, getting to her knees. She rested her hands on the backrest of the couch.
"It's okay," I whispered as I lowered my mouth toward hers. "You'll always be my mother. You'll always be my first love, and you'll always be the woman I love most."
I pressed my lips to Mom's mouth. The taste of her tears collected on the surface of my tongue as I swept the tip across her lips before sliding into her mouth. Mom's hands went around my neck, pulling me hard against her, and her return kisses grew urgent and hungry as she pushed her mouth upward against mine, forcing me backward. Her hands went to my chest and pushed, breaking our kiss, and as I stood, she ran her hands down my stomach to my shorts, where she pushed them down my hips and freed my half-hard, cum-soaked cock--it was still wet and sticky.
"Mom," I gasped as she tilted her head to my right, opened her mouth, and swallowed the thick head of my prick. "Fuck!"
Mom turned her head upright, my cock slipping around within her mouth. Her tongue licked me from below and then the sides, then around, re-liquefying the drying cum clinging to my pole. I moaned again, keeping my voice low as I stared down at my mother's bobbing head. I slid my hands into her flaxen hair, grabbing her hair bun and picking up the rhythm of her motions, adding some encouragement to her cock gobbling. Her hands found my ass, her fingers digging into my hard muscles and pulling me forward, forcing more of my fat dick into her mouth.
Wet sounds left her mouth. My knob slid along Mom's tongue, rubbing the roof of her mouth as it found the rougher hole leading into her throat. Pressure squeezed my glans, and Mom gagged. A ripple shot through her throat, ending with her cheeks flaring and spit flying. She gagged again, but she didn't stop pulling me into her mouth. My cock bent; the strain forced me onto my toes as my missile-shaped head slid down into her neck tunnel. "Oh, fuck," I gasped, keeping my voice low. "Clean it, Mom. Clean my fucking cock!"
I didn't have enough time to let my mother make me come, and even if I did, I couldn't allow it. Not yet. Fuck!
"Mom," I whispered after a minute of her sloppy-wet sucking. "Mom, I have to save my nut for Jenna." Mom dug her fingers into my ass.
"Mom," I whispered, taking her bun firmly in my right hand and pulling back as I tried to withdraw my cock from her mouth. "Stop." I growled when she kept going. "Stop sucking my dick."
I had to fight Mom to get her off my cock, and when I did, she looked up at me with a pleading, almost desperate look in her smoldering green eyes. She wiped her wet lips with a backhanded swipe of her left forefinger. I bent down, pressing my lips to hers, then pulling away and saying, "Stay down here tonight. After I wear out Jenna, I'll come for you. I promise. Be a good slut for me, and do as I say."
Mom nodded her head, looking up at me and then falling back on the couch. She spread her legs, still looking at me. I reached down, cupped her wet pussy bulge, and slid two fingers into her as far as I could.