At first, I was upset but then it made me laugh. My cock slid inside her and she wrapped her legs and arms around me, kissing me deeply. “Hey, guys, are you hungry?”
Matt pointed at the hamburgers in the frying pan. As I began to fuck myself with it, I fantasied about a real big cock fucking me, making me scream with pleasure and then squirting its hot load either inside me, on my ass, or on my face; I didn’t care as long as I got that hot juice. Because that’s what had just happened – my mother fucked, she did not get fucked. I gave her a few more thrusts until my balls sent me signals it was time to withdraw. I had no problem with Clara being sexually active with Matt. I pulled out and Vanessa was there with her lovely hand, jerking my cock until I shot my load all over Clara’s firm boobs. Mom was a loud woman, and demanding. She wore a bathrobe and when she looked up it came apart a little, so I saw about half of her breasts. Clara stopped what she was doing and her mother took over.
