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You're my slut. For me. For my friends. It makes you so wet. You need cocks to fuck you. Young cocks. My cock, Mom.” “Oh, my god,” she groaned and began stripping faster. She ripped open her blouse, her big tits bouncing in a black bra trimmed with lace. It was a bra meant to be seen. Why else have that delicate lace around the edge? It wasn't a bra for a mother. But a whore. It even clasped in the front. “Mierda,” groaned Teo as my mother unveiled her tits. “Yeah,” Rick said, his voice equally strained by awe. I just groaned as my mother's soft, pillowy breasts came into view. They were just so delicious. So soft and pliant. They jiggled and shook as she trembled. Her nipples thrust dark-red from wide areolas centered on those huge mounds. She shrugged out of her bra, staring at me with such hunger in her dark eyes. “Ooh, do you like staring at my tits, honey?” Mom asked, her voice cooing, sounding so breathy, nothing at all like her indian normal motherly tones. “Yes, I do,” I groaned as she popped the fastener of the jeans she wore. Her zipper rasped, a pair of matching panties appearing in her open fly. “Mmm, I've noticed you staring at them, honey. I tried hard not to let it bother me. To not flaunt them. I know you're a growing, young man with all those hormones brimming in you but... Mmm, I never realized how hot you were. How much I... I want you. You make my pussy so hot.” I smiled, listening to my whore-mom speak. “You want me the most, Mom. My dick makes you wetter than any others. But you also outdoors want to fuck my friends.” “They're just such cute boys,” she purred, wiggling out of teen her jeans. "Come on, Baby. I got my arm up just in time. Standing next to the bed as she rode Henry, Walter offered his own fuck-tool. He was satisfied, but sad it was over. “Finish that one and I’ll give you a lift.” Jeni would be there, and the redhead badly needed to talk to somebody, even teen if she wouldn't be able to explain everything. Becca was so busy and we spent what little time we had intimately. My eyes went wide, it sounded so so slutty. We were both giggling like two high school girls, I straddled her back with one leg on either side of her. Then, as their tongues explored each other’s mouths, she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and started stroking his cock as soon as it indian was free of his boxers. The drive to work outdoors was torturous, and when she arrived, she had to go straight to the locker room and change her panties. Looking her directly in her lovely eyes, he said, "I promised I wouldn't take off my clothes." I take half of it in before I slide it out a bit, then taking that big black cock into my mouth again.