I can't resist having more.

I can't resist having more.

Have you ever pondered what your existence might be like if you hadn't indulged in an Oreo? Or possibly devoured alcohol, or participated in cocaine?

Some substance that's so captivating, it's impossible to resist once you've sampled its joy. People often develop dependences on these things. But what if they had never been introduced to it in the first place?

One can't long for something they're unaware of. Desire feeds on more desire.

I believed my fondness for Vanessa would be sated since I had finally had some adult interaction with V.

In actuality, it merely heightened my endearment for her.

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For a full week following the events that transpired with my future mother-in-law, I couldn't dispel her from my thoughts.

Undeniably, that evening ranked among the top euphoric experiences of my life. I had the opportunity to engage with V, the adult woman, and it went beyond anything I could have ever contemplated earlier.

Sex with my girlfriend, Vanessa, had become dreary and monotonous from that moment on. I no longer even desired it and simply had to gratify her when I spent the night with her.

The subsequent Saturday evening, I remained the night with Vanessa. I reached over her and envisioned that her mother was lying in front of me instead. When I viewed downwards, I was dismayed by the paucity of additional padding. Her mom featured an abundance of curvaceousness and, moreover, a noteworthy posterior.

V was a stunning, overweight Latina cougar, something I had daydreamed about rather than my meagre girlfriend.

I became soft whilst within Vanessa, so I chose to withdraw and give her oral sex to conclude her pleasure.

It took only a few minutes for her to climax, and she instantly drifted off.

I embraced her in bed, envisaging my arms enveloping her mother's luscious physique, with its crevices and contours, and that voluminous massive posterior.

I attained arousal just pondering about V's lush buttocks slapping before me, as well as the immense satisfaction of occupying her snug cavity.

I continued rolling and tossing all night, dwelling on it. I comprehended it was unhealthy to think about that, and I bear remorse admitting it.

I contemplated that I might just need to eliminate it. Out of sight, out of mind paradigm seemed sensible.

Hence, I opted to proceed downstairs and verbalize it: We could never repeat what ensued that week, ever more.

It was already wrong to cheat on Vanessa, and engaging with her mom added to the depravity.

Even if my girlfriend didn't resemble her mother's ideal form, I had to terminate my yearnings to pursue progress. After hours spent contemplate in bed, I opted to confront her mom straight away.

I glimpsed the clock in the kitchen as I surpassed it, revealing 2 a.m.. Part of me deemed this an inopportune time, as I was nearly putting myself in a compromised position, but I still stroke the doorhandle.

I lifted my fist to rap, but reconsidered at the last minute. Although I had tapped, I remained hesitant.

"Knock, knock, knock," I trembled as I audibly counted.

V appeared at the portal, strolling toward me. The smoke from the marijuana permeated the air, causing my eyes to smart.

Her upper body shuddered with every step she initiated, exposing the curves above her head as she pulled open the door. Her hand cradling a luxuriously massive towel across her breasts.

She then beckoned me entrust me, a joint dangling from her lips.

I enclosed the door from behind, constructing a lock even though it already possessed one.

"Want some?" she enquired.

"Sure," I said, as she proffered it to me.

She returned to sit in front of her changing table, propelling her substantial ass in the process.

The towel grossly insufficient in covering her sizable frame, and each stride she took introduced more undulations, uncovering the base of her buttock clefts.

I wished to photograph her at that moment. If I ever wished to exhibit evidence of a Kristen Hill doppelganger, this would be my proof.

She rotated toward the mirror, concealing her exorbitant thighs.

I couldn't fathom the degree to which I was sizeably ashamed. I desperately needed to request assistance.

Strangely, she was priming herself at 2 o'clock in the morning, cosmetics and all.

"For what occasion are you getting dressed?" I inquisitively enquired.

"Nothing, merely wanted to recreate my teenage aesthetic," she continued, delineating her eyebrows with a dark black pencil.

"You look ghetto," I derided.

"You're just not accustomed to observing a finely crafted shorty like me," she replied, resuming the pencil's scribbling.

I was aware this discussion was going to be tough, but I needed to push through if I wanted any shot at going back to normal.

Trying to get it off my chest, I said, "V, I'm sorry..."

She interrupted, "Look... if you came here to apologize, I don't want to hear it. I know what we did was wrong...and we should never do that again..."

"Exactly," I felt a sense of relief that she felt the same way.

"In all honesty, I don't even know why the hell we did that in the first place. I mean, fuck! You're my daughter's boyfriend!" she whined in a high pitch.

"Don't blame yourself, it's not all your fault. I shouldn't have agreed in the first place. I knew it was wrong but I was thinking with my 'little' head."

"I should've known better, now I feel like I messed up Vane's future with you," she cried out, a tear running down her face, messing up her excessive thick and dark eyelashes.

Sitting next to her on the same seat as before, I tried to calm her down.

"V, no, it's not like that,'' I said, putting my arm around her shoulders.

We sat there for a while as she continued to cry, not wiping her eyes for fear of smudging her eyelashes. I felt terrible - I'd made a huge mistake and knew things would never be the same.

Motivated by raw passion, V and I had acted like wild animals in heat. We knew better but our emotions had taken control.

Trying to reassure her, "I promise V, whatever we did, Vane will never know. I'm keeping this a secret. I know if she ever found out, it would devastate her, and I can't do that to her."

She looked at me, seeking reassurance in my expression.

Taking the blunt from her, she took a long drag.

She opened up, "When Vane was your age, I had a boyfriend who cheated on me with my best friend."

"How on earth did you find out?" I asked, curious.

"I was getting ready to meet up with him when my curling iron broke. So I went to the corner store near my house. And there he was, holding hands with her, all lovey-dovey."

"Did you confront him?" I was eager to know.

"I slapped the shit out of him and beat up the girl he was with," she reminisced, punching her palm with her other hand.

"They had to drag me away from the store after I beat up that bitch in the middle of the bread aisle," she added, her voice filled with nostalgia.

"You both must've looked chaotic fighting in front of people like that!" I said, imagining the scene.

"I didn't care, fuck that bitch! I would've killed her if they hadn't pulled me away," she swore, her brows furrowing.

"I was known more for my love life than my brawls," I stated, referring to her list of ex-boyfriends.

"Oh, I showed him that I'm no pushover!" she retorted.

"I finished my makeup after that and went out that night!" she continued. "I saw his best friend at the club and fucked him as payback."

"I still have a picture," she announced. "Let me show you."

She pulled up the image and held it up for me to see, her face beaming with pride. "Do you see how fierce I looked?" she asked.

Her hair was fully curled, and small locks fell below her black and white bandana covering a makeup-heavy face.

"You look great in the photo," I said, half addressing her makeup, and half trying to earn some good-boy points.

"I wasn't as young or as thin as I am now," she pointed out.

"I still think it looks good on you," I smiled.

She turned away, possibly to hide her blushing, possibly because she thought I was lying.

We were silent for a moment, staring at an old polaroid as I thought about what to say.

"It looks great on you, especially from behind," I joked.

"Stop, you idiot," she giggled while slapping my head gently.

Intoxicated by the blunt, my head began to feel hazy, and I drifted into thought spirals before snapping back to reality, reminding myself I was in my girlfriend's mother's room again, reflecting on what had just occurred.

We were sitting on the same chair where she had lounged on me last time.

I hadn't even noticed that V was leaning on my shoulder. Her head was nestled close to mine. Her hair had a cheap, fruity scent, like something you'd find at a dollar store.

She broke the silence and asked, "Can I smoke this?" She pointed at the small piece of blunt she had between her long, cheap nails.

"Yes, go ahead," I replied weakly. My hand tapped her knee in reassurance. It was soft and meaty, like her thigh.

Actually, her thigh was even thicker and softer than her knee. I noticed this because I was staring at my hand on her thigh. My thoughts drifted away as I focused on the warmth from my hand and her thigh coming together.

I heard a voice in my head reminding me that warmth was just atoms bouncing off each other, causing heat when people were having sex and sweating from the commotion.

This high thoughts took me on a strange ride.

I looked back at V's thigh and thought she might've noticed my stare.

I giggled to myself, remembering how I used to rub her thighs while having sex and how it must've triggered something in her.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing! I don't even know," I stuttered, searching for a reason.

"What are you hiding?" her face looked unhappy with my response.

"I just ate Vanessa's pussy, and she's probably asleep now, like a rock!" I blurted out randomly, not really knowing what I meant. I said it with confidence though.

"And you came down here to make me jealous?" she asked, her voice flat.

"Maybe," I replied with a smirk.

She smirked back at me, one eyebrow raised, her lips looking plump.

"I don't believe you!" she exclaimed.

"What don't you believe?" I asked, confused.

"I don't believe you ate Vane out right now! The blunt didn't taste like anything funky!" she shouted.

"Even though you were sucking on it before!" I laughed.

"IJUST DID! Oh, you tan darling," she said, her tone angry.

"Okay, but if it tastes like pussy now, you'll know why," I teased her, turning towards her.

"I'm serious, prove it!" Her eyes were filled with anger.

"How am I supposed to prove that?" I asked, bewildered.

"Let me taste it," she demanded.

I was lost again.

"What are we proving?" I asked, struggling to keep up.

"Prove you just ate Vane out right now!" She punched my shoulder.

"I don't feel like proving anything," I said, growing cautious.

"Aver, come on, let me taste it," she pleaded.

"No, you'll taste pussy on it!" I said as casually as possible.

"Okay, then let's kiss and I'll know! I don't taste anything!" she claimed with confidence.

Her lips were full and her eyes were blazing as she grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss.

I didn't mind feeling her tongue brush against mine, but I was still taken aback by her aggressiveness.

She traced my lips with her tongue before slipping into my mouth. She then gilded her tongue against mine, exploring every taste bud on her way back out.

Again and again, she did this until she tasted what she was searching for. My heart started racing as a tent formed in my shorts.

I pulled her head away but instead of letting her go, I slipped a hand behind her head and yanked her back in.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed.

It seemed she wasn't expecting me to use that much force.

I pulled her head back, took my tongue out, and traced her lower lip before nibbling on it.

"Mmm," I moaned softly.

She copied me, her tongue dancing with mine. Our breaths mingled as we kissed, our hands exploring each other's bodies.

Saliva was exchanged between us, the kiss feeling carnal and connected.

That's when it hit me- I was kissing my girlfriend's mom.

Kissing her was unavoidably romantic and intimate.

I was betraying Vanessa of my own will.

V stroked my hard-on through my pants. It felt massive and my mind was flooded with an overwhelming mix of sensations.

I was doing something wrong.

The thought struck me suddenly and I remembered my hand on her thigh. I felt myself rubbing her clit under her towel.

I stroked her clit more, each touch making her shiver.

She let out heavy breaths as I caressed her, her voice echoing my own. I couldn't help but feel connected to this woman, so uniquely familiar to me.

As I caressed the impression of his penis, I rubbed it gently up and down. I then pinched the tip with my index finger and thumb when I reached it. The sounds of my nails running across his shorts became louder and clearer with each pinch, making his tool swell even more.

Both of us were locked in a passionate kiss at this point, exchanging wet slurping sounds between our lips. I could feel a steady flow of happiness flooding my mind as if it had been opened to pour in abundance.

I longed for this moment to last forever and expressed how I felt by kissing her neck. She gave a long, appreciative moan in return.

After some time, she hinted at her desires. "Baby, Mommy hasn't had her pussy eaten for so long," she said, horny and eager.

Without a moment's delay, I offered, "I can do that for you, Mommy."

"Really?" she asked, just as enthusiastic. "Will you do anything for me, baby?"

"Of course, Mommy," I replied, "I'd do anything for you. And I hope your pussy tastes like Vanessa's."

She chuckled, "Where did you think she got her flavor from?"

Unable to resist her hunger any longer, she moved to the middle of the chair. I stood up to give her space, and she took my head in both hands to guide me towards her private parts.

I hesitated for a moment, eager to hear her beg me. But I decided to get right to it, already on my knees.

I started by making out with her breasts and squeezing her nipples, which were wide enough to fill my mouth.

I inhaled passionately as I switched from one nipple to the other. She then asked, "Baby, please suck on Mommy's clit now."

This was the prompts I'd been waiting for.

I drifted down to her stomach, which shook from her anticipation. I moved her towel to the side slowly, drawing back the curtain.

I stuck my tongue onto her nipple, causing a moan of pleasure in her voice.

Slowly, I made my way to her crotch with my hands. I began massaging her clit, creating a feeling of excitement as she spread her towel and spread her legs.

Each time my tongue or fingers brushed against her sensitive spot, her body would writhe in anticipation.

My hands reached her stretched midsection as my fingers traced the wavering lines of her belly button. As I reached her scars along her public area, she shivered under the sensation.

I continued to lay kisses over her inner thighs. When I reached her pussy, I plunged my face into it, sighing in pleasure.

The hair on her public area scratched my face, but she was prepared. She loved the feeling of her stubble brushing up against her clitoris.

I massaged her outward lips with my tongue and licked my fingers over the whole of her crotch. Slippery and sensitive, her pussy was becoming hot and swollen.

I realized that she couldn't take it any longer. She pressed my lips against her vagina again. I was unable to ignore her request any longer.

"Baby, please stop teasing Mommy and lick me," she begged.

I hesitated, waiting for the right moment to reveal her secret. "What's the magic phrase?" I asked, expecting her to give it to me.

This time, she didn't relent. She moaned, "Please, baby, lick Mommy's pussy, please."

I went down on all fours, situating myself between her spread legs. I inhaled her summer smell before making contact. And sure enough, her pussy had the same taste as Vanessa's.

I spread her giant ass to the sides, making sure I was in the perfect position.

Her pussy began to throb with excitement, causing her to lift her whole backside to make herself more comfortable. Between my licking and her squirming, we both knew this was becoming a wild ride.

I dived in, pressing my lips against her clitoris as I licked it continuously. My fingers slid easily in and out of her pussy as I turned my tongue into a magic wand for her clitoris.

The fat folds on her vagina blocked her clitoris like a wall, but with her legs spread so wide I could easily access it.

I traced my tongue over the edge of her labia multiple times, before focusing on her clitoris.

Finally, I pulled away. I placed my fingers in her love well and licked it clean, leaving her glistening in juices.

Laying my head between her thighs, I used my tongue swiftly and deep. I licked her hole, which was now dripping with her natural lubricant.

Suddenly, she cried out, "Oh, baby, please suck on Mommy's clit now." My efforts were finally recognized and rewarded as she came.

Her hand fell from the back of my head to the front, welcoming and satisfied. And just like that, a moment we would never forget was created.

After her climax, we both fell silent for a few moments. Both of us sharing the intimacy of her fulfillment.

"Now, will you do me the pleasure of tasting your pleasure?" she asked, breaking the quiet.

"Oh God, don't you know you are fucking amazing, Mommy?" I replied, still reveling in her afterglow.

"Yes, mom," I replied, prepared to do whatever she wanted.

Her clit was bigger than her daughter's, so I pulled apart her lips a bit to reveal it better. Then, I enclosed my mouth around her clit, sucking while swirling my tongue.

"Oh fuck yes, baby, just like that," she yelled.

I briefly removed my face, "Your pussy tastes so good, mom--" before she pushed it back into her crotch.

I returned to sucking and swirling her clit, while my fingers curled under her chin.

I used my index and middle finger to lightly massage her G-spot, behind her clit.

Her pussy had enough room for my fingers to slide back and forth without much friction.

"Mmmmm yeah, papi," she groaned while I ate her.

I went slowly but was quite sloppy, not minding the mess that ended up on my face. I was in the zone, nothing could take me out of it.

Her long nails dug into the back of my head, I could feel them leaving a mark. Her fingers squeezed my hair tightly.

She used that as a signal that she was about to cum.

I maintained my pattern, half sucking her clit while swirling my tongue around it, and my curled fingers tapping inside her.

"Oh my God," she almost screamed,

"Oh my fucking God, I'm gonna cum!" her G-spot started to swell and tighten around my fingers.

I quickened my pace a little and pressed her G-spot harder now.

"Aye papi, yes, yes, yes! I'm coming, papi!" she cried, shooting hot, thin liquid onto my palm as she climaxed. I cupped my hand to lick up that salty juice.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk," she exhaled as I sucked on her clit, pulling as hard as I could,

"Fuck youuu, oh my gawddd!" her breath passed through gritted teeth as her hand pushed my head into her pussy.

I alternated between sucking and slurping, as she came forcefully. Each spasm was accompanied by a burst of steaming hot juice erupting from her clit, as her pussy contracted around my fingers.

"Fuck-ohhh-shiiittt," she exclaimed between each strong thrust.

One by one, each squirt contained less and less liquid, until she was done.

I pulled my mouth off of her and gifted her a few deep breaths.

I halted my movements, and let out a sigh right onto her. She was so sensitive, even my breath caused her to twitch. Her pussy relaxed, and she sighed deeply, too.

"How was that, mom?" I asked, looking up at her distended belly.

"Euuughhh....FUCK," she burst out, tilting her head back, breathing through her mouth,

"Ohhhh baby boy, fuck you for eating mommy's pussy so well."

"Do you want me to fuck you because I ate you out so well?" I teased, laughing,

"Fuck you shut up," she slapped my head before rubbing it to ease the pain.

I rested my cheek on her thigh, still wet and dripping from all the liquid.

"You taste even better than Vanessa," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"Really?" she gasped, surprised, "I would think that since she's younger, she'd taste better."

"Nuh uh, you're like a fine wine, haha," I said, feeling cheesy.

"I guess so," she boasted. "Now, it's my turn to take care of you, baby boy."

She scooted her ample ass towards me, now she was perched on the edge of the chair.

Her large belly was in front of me, and I took the opportunity to kiss it. My hands clasped her sides, and brought her closer to me. Her drooly folds covered my forearms.

My face was surrounded by soft, flabby skin, and I couldn't help but lick the sweat that formed due to her excitement.

V lightly pulled at the sides of my face, almost squeezing my cheeks back, and faced me towards her.

"Do you really think this extra weight looks good on me?" she inquired hesitantly.

I was stunned by her vulnerability. I responded, "Mommy, I think you're the sexiest mami I know."

She smiled gratefully, regaining her confidence.

I felt embarrassed, but I decided to be honest, "I've had sex with Vanessa every day this week, but I imagined it was with you the whole time."

"Really?" she looked away, thinking a moment. "Well, baby boy, let mommy show you something else to remember." She stood up, dropping the towel, fully revealing her naked body.

I couldn't believe I was fortunate enough to witness her stunning curvy figure more than once during my life.

She guided me to sit on the chair as she pulled down my shorts from my ankles. I caught a glimpse of the sides of her large derrière from the front as she bent over.

"Mommy's going to suck your dick, but first I need to make your pecker wet," she relayed.

Those words drummed in my ears.

"Yes, mommy," I answered eagerly.

She rotated around, exposing those two massive globes of flesh. Still as luscious as I remembered. From the back, it appeared as if her body weight was made up of 90% rear end, thighs, and legs - exactly my type of woman.

She sat down on my thighs, causing some pain as she was so heavy, but I didn't mind.

Gradually, she pushed her plump rump back into my fully erect shaft. She moved backward until she felt my dick perfectly wedged between her ample butt cheeks.

Her ass, much like the last time, flattened out and appeared to double in size, pushing the rolls on her lower back upwards.

This statuesque woman's ass was truly mesmerizing and held my rapt attention.

She wiggled her large buttocks back and forth, then side to side, letting my cock rub against the smooth skin of her cheeks.

I could witness my penis bulging against the enticing landscape that was this pear-shaped woman.

"Do you like mommy's big fat ass, papi?" V inquired while looking back at me. She already knew the answer, but she seemed to enjoy hearing me say it.

"I adore it, mama," I exhaled.

She beamed at me and resumed her previous position, her tight curly hair swayed behind her, partially obscuring her rather slim upper body.

I was once again able to smell that artificial fruit scent in her hair, mixed with the fragrance of her vagina. Then, I gazed at her rear end.

"Would you help your mommy insert your big penis inside her pussy, please? But only for a moment, just enough to make it wet," she requested, her voice becoming melodious.

"Yes," I conceded.

She rose up, and her voluminous derrière sagged due to gravity. Despite standing upright, her ass was still close to my cock.

She pulled apart the folds of her enormous thighs, revealing her glistening vagina lips. I even glimpsed her tiny anus. Much darker than her skin tone.

I readjusted my cock and announced, "I'm ready for you, mommy."

She lowered herself slowly onto me, her meaty vagina completely enveloped my cock and she released her ass, allowing it to rest on my thighs as she sank deeper and deeper into my lap.

I effectively released a deep groan as my penis was coated with her warm liquids.

V's vaginal warmth enveloped my cock and I swear I could feel our spirits connecting.

She finally sat completely on me and my penis vanished inside of her. I couldn't even see my own legs since her butt was covering them up.

I touched her dimpled ass as she swirled around my shaft, as slowly as possible.

I felt time slow down with each second I was inside her.

My penis rubbed against her walls in tandem with her circular motion.

I experienced my tip bumping against her cervix with each rotation.

Only three tiny swirls were achieved before she rose off of me.

I struggled to hold her behind and force her to ride me again.

She denied me by saying, "No, no, no, not today, baby boy."

I felt defeated; I desired her to ride me like she did last time. I wanted to witness her fantastic ass jiggle and hear it slap in front of me.

I wished to spank her large, smooth buttocks until they were red, and spray a mist of cum all over them.

I released a weak, "Please, mommy, please," hoping she would allow me to enter her warm vagina once more.

"No, baby, I'm afraid I can't allow that. Boys who behave must be patient, right?" she said to me in her soothing maternal tone.

"Yes, mommy, you're right," I agreed, defeated.

She made me realize I was a helpless boy privileged enough to see her naked, and I did not want that privilege to be taken from me.

Her fat vaginal lips closed back up as my penis emerged fully saturated.

She swung around and rested her hands on my thighs to assist her in lowering to her knees. She strained to bring her weight down, and eventually her knees hit the floor in front of me.

I offered a pillow, and she agreed, "Thank you, baby boy. You're such a good boy looking after your mommy, aren't you?" her head tilted to me.

"Yes, mommy, I am," once again, I was under her spell.

She encircled my penis with one hand and then the other, leaving the tip exposed.

Our eyes met as her lips touched my tip.

The dark outline of her lips made my tip vanish. She licked my dick hole, clearing it of the thin semen and adding even more spit to the concoction before she began stroking my dick.

Her long nails prevented her from wrapping her fingers around my manhood, but she held it firmly.

Slowly her hands moved up and down in unison as she twisted in opposite directions.

My cock was so wet it made a "thppp, thhppp" sound with every stroke. Copious amounts of saliva oozed between her vein-covered fingers.

I thought her hands, albeit not the most beautiful or softest, looked gorgeous as they slid up and down my shaft. They were definitely mom's hands.

Her tears had smudged her lashes, making it seem like she was crying tears of soot.

"You're so lovely," I blurted.

She flushed and looked towards me, her mouth slightly agape, "Even now?"

"Yes, even more so now," I smiled at her.

She leaned in and engulfed my dick with her mouth. I think she relished that compliment.

Her hand formed a C around me. She used that crease to rest her mouth as she started to gulp me down.

My body warmed as her hand stroked up and down my dick, her mouth following closely.

Vanessa normally only took me in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. That didn't help me get near climax no matter how long she sucked it.

V, on the other hand, was blowing me away. She knew the best blowjob involved a good dose of messy handjob.

I tossed my head back in pleasure. I could hear her hand moving up my slick shaft.

She lingered on the tip, making contact briefly, then plunged down to the root.

The crease of her hand created a suction-like cup.

"Thhhhhh, thhhhhh, thhhhhh," I heard as she started to slurp her own saliva off my penis now.

She continued sucking slowly, rhythmically moving her hand up and down. Waves of blood flowed with her strokes and swept towards the front of my penis, heightening its sensitivity.

My eyes closed and I felt the pleasure wave after her movement, simulating the sensation of a heroin high.

"Oh my God mommy," I gasped, "I can't believe how great this feels."

She moved her mouth off momentarily to ask, "Does V not do you right like this does she?"

"No, not at all," I frowned, becoming more comfortable in my chair.

I started, "I usually...den..." I couldn't even finish the sentence due to how amazing everything on my dick felt.

Her saliva was so smooth, it felt like she was stroking me with oil.

I was being overstimulated so much my penis felt otherworldly.

Suddenly, I felt her cool tongue begin to lick my balls. I shivered.

She started from underneath my nuts and delicately licked each one, her tongue leaving my scrotum wet.

"Mmmmm," she voiced, almost vibrating my testicles with her breath, "I can smell all that delightful sticky you have saved up for me."

"Yes mommy, it's all for you," I moaned back.

"Mm, will there be a lot, baby?" she asked now, lightly sucking on one of my nuts.

"I don't know mommy," I strained to say.

"Well, there's only one way to discover, right baby?" she whispered, returning to enthusiastically sucking my penis.

I fought against myself to prevent myself from almost shooting cum into her mouth right away.

I noticed her faster rhythm as she gripped my penis and I felt the swollen glands at the base of my dick prepared to expel their content.

She lifted her mouth off for an instant, wiped the moisture from her lips, and said, "Are you ready to shoot cum for mommy, baby boy?"

"I am mommy, I am," I almost wept.

Her grip was even tighter now, almost numbing me.

I peeked down and saw the blurry motion of her flawless white nails gliding up the length of my penis, my head dipping back as I opened my mouth to moan.

Both hands twisted down towards the base of my penis, their motions merging as they sucked me in tighter and tighter.

"Oh God mommy, I'm close!" I cried.

She intensified the pace, my dick plummeted down her throat violently now as her low-pitched "gwwaaah, gwwaaah, gwwaaah" hum reverberated.

I was getting too close to exploding inside her.

"Please let me cum, I can't hold it any longer, please, please, please!" I almost sobbed out pleadingly.

The tip of my dick met the back of her tongue and throat, making her gag.

"Ghuh, ghuh, ghuh," she gasped as I pushed deeper into her throat.

She released my cock for a moment before angrily tugging on my shaft.

"You'd better be a good boy and give Mommy that big load," she demanded urgently. "Mommy wants you to cum, baby, CUM FOR ME!" she commanded before shoving my dick back into her warm mouth.

I groaned as my head arched back once more, "Oohhhh my god mommy, I'm cumming!"

I let loose a torrent of cum into her mouth at lightning speed.

I heard her choke as it started to fill her mouth, then it spilled out of the sides and down onto my cock and balls.

Her soft and warm mouth grasped my entire penis, spilling the liquid back onto it as my semen fired into her.

"Eughhhhhh mommy fuckkkkk," I moaned as the last burst of ejaculate emptied into her.

She moaned back, her dick vibrating in her mouth.

After a few moments of stillness, she finally took her mouth off.

I looked down at her beautiful face.

"Phhhhhhhhhhp," her lips smacked together, leaving a trail of saliva connecting them. "Oh baby boy, well done!" she exclaimed, wiping the saliva off her lips with a high-pitched voice.

I kicked my head back, too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

"Thank you so much, mommy."

"You're a great son for filling mommy's mouth with your cum, baby," she praised.

"For you, mommy, every drop," I responded, beginning to become drowsy and sleepy.

"You'll be thinking about me when Vane sucks your dick?" she inquired, her tone suggesting the answer.

"Yes, mommy, I promise," I said, collapsing onto the loveseat.

"Good boyyyy," she praised, rubbing my dick gently, "Now go clean up before anyone wakes up."

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The next morning, when my girl went to give me head, something felt off. Her hands were too soft, her mouth was too dry, her lips were too slender.

She asked me what was wrong, and I suggested she eat me out. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweet taste, although it wasn't as good compared to coming from V.

V invited us over for breakfast, even though she usually stayed in bed on Sundays. But regardless, she had prepared and was making a large batch of salsa.

When we had finished eating, Vanessa turned around in the kitchen to wash dishes. At that moment, V came up to me and said,

"Close your eyes, try this."

I thought a spoon would be shoved into my mouth, but instead I felt her finger coated in a sticky, acidic liquid.

My eyes opened in shock, wondering what was going on at that moment.

I turned to Vanessa, her back still facing me and focused on the dishes.

V grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her.

"Good, tasty, right?" she inquired, pulling her finger out of my mouth and putting it into hers.

"Yes, it's really good," I said, too taken aback to say anything else.

But I realized... she was right...

It was so good... I couldn't imagine not having that taste in my mouth again.

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