Mother's Shocking Surprise

I’m 29 years old just came home to visit my mother, we haven’t seen each other for over a year laying in bed thinking about Jen my old girlfriend I start stroking my cock as I picture her big tits in my mouth when the door to my bedroom is open, it’s Jen and my mother in shock seeing me jerking off.

The second-floor bedroom smelled like old wood and fresh linen, the same as it always had. I lounged on my childhood bed, one hand behind my head, the other wrapped around my cock. Fuck, it had been too long since I’d been with Jen. My fingers tightened around my shaft, thumb smearing pre-cum as I pictured her tits—full, heavy, the kind you couldn’t ignore. I closed my eyes, imagining her straddling me, those nipples brushing my lips— The door swung open. Jen stood there, mouth slightly parted, eyes locked on my fist pumping my dick. My mom was right beside her, frozen, her shopping bags dangling from one hand. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My grip tightened, my cock twitching under their stares. Jen’s breath hitched, her tongue darting over her bottom lip. “Still think about me like that?” she murmured, stepping inside. Mom didn’t move. Her knuckles whitened around the bag handles. Jen shut the door behind her.

Mom and Jen say don’t stop as their eyes on glued on my hardening cock my mom lips glistening wetness Jen’s hands rubing her tits

The air thickened with tension as Jen’s fingers dragged over her own nipples, teasing them through her thin shirt. My cock pulsed in my hand, veins straining under skin, already slick from my own arousal. "Don’t stop," Mom whispered, her voice rough. A flush crept up her neck as her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. Jen let out a soft moan, pushing her tits together, her eyes locked on my fist working my shaft. "Fuck, look at you," she breathed, stepping closer. "Just like I remember." Mom’s breathing hitched, her gaze darting between my cock and Jen’s touch. The plastic bag slipped from her fingers, forgotten on the floor. Jen’s free hand reached out, fingers grazing my thigh. "You want us to watch?" My hips jerked—answer enough.

Jen turned to my mother you like watching your son jerk off taking my moms hand a placing between her legs feel how wet I am

Jen turned to my mother, her voice low and deliberate. "You like watching your son jerk off?" She took my mom's hand and guided it between her own thighs, pressing her fingers against the damp fabric. "Feel how wet I am." Mom gasped, her fingers twitching against Jen’s heat. Her other hand hovered uselessly for a second before she finally let it slide down her own body, gripping the hem of her shirt. Jen’s lips curled as she leaned in, her breath hot against my mother’s ear. "You want to touch him too?" Mom’s eyes flicked down—to where my cock was still throbbing in my grip—and she bit her lip hard enough to whiten the skin. Jen didn’t wait for an answer. She guided Mom’s hand toward me, her own fingers curling possessively around my thigh. "Go on," Jen murmured. Mom’s fingers trembled as they brushed my shaft. The second she made contact, a ragged sound tore from her throat.

Her fingertips traced the swollen head of my cock, smearing pre-cum down the length as Jen tightened her grip on Mom’s wrist, guiding her into a slow stroke. "Oh, fuck," Mom breathed, her hips rocking forward as if she could feel it herself. Jen’s free hand slid up Mom’s shirt, cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the bra. I groaned, twisting my fist into Mom’s hair, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp. Jen’s laugh was dark against her neck. "See how hard he is for you?" Mom’s grip tightened, her thumb swiping over the slit of my cock before she took me fully in hand, her touch slick and desperate. Jen’s other hand slid between Mom’s legs, two fingers pressing hard against her through the fabric. Jen nipped Mom’s earlobe, whispering, "Now let’s see how wet *you* get."

Mom’s breath hitched as Jen’s fingers pushed past the soaked fabric, sliding against her folds with rough purpose. She bucked against Jen’s hand, gasping, her grip on my cock faltering for just a second before she tightened it again—harder, needier. I could see the glisten of her arousal coating Jen’s fingers as they worked her, her hips rolling in time with every stroke. Jen grinned, teeth flashing. “Fuck, you’re *dripping.*” Mom whimpered, her other hand leaving my thigh to clutch at Jen’s wrist—not to stop her, but to keep her there, grinding against her touch. My own fist moved faster, jerking myself in rhythm with Jen’s fingers inside her, the filthy sound of slick flesh loud between us. Jen twisted her fingers, curling them just right, and Mom’s back arched. “Christ—*yes*—” Her thighs trembled, her grip on me tightening to the point of pain, but I didn’t care. I watched, transfixed, as Jen fucked her with relentless precision, her thumb rubbing tight circles over Mom’s clit. “Look at him,” Jen murmured, her voice rough. “He can’t take his eyes off you.” Mom did, her pupils blown wide, lips parted, her breath coming in ragged pants. She didn’t stop stroking me, her thumb teasing the vein along my shaft, her fingers slick with my pre-cum. Jen’s free hand grabbed the back of Mom’s neck, pulling her in for a biting kiss. “Now let’s see you taste him.”

Jen’s grip on the back of Mom’s neck tightened, forcing her to her knees in front of me. The sudden shift made Mom gasp, her lips parting just inches from my cock, hot breath ghosting over the flushed head. Jen’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her closer. “Open,” Jen commanded, voice low and rough. Mom obeyed, tongue darting out to swipe along the underside of my shaft before she took me into her mouth—slow, hesitant, then deeper as Jen pushed her down. A shudder ran through me as her lips sealed tight, her tongue working the sensitive ridge. Jen’s free hand slid under Mom’s shirt again, kneading her breast as she watched her take me deeper. “Good,” she breathed. “Now suck him like you mean it.” Mom moaned around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. Her hands curled around my thighs, nails biting in as she hollowed her cheeks, pulling hard. Pre-cum pooled on her tongue, her throat working to swallow before she dragged her mouth up with a lewd pop. Jen’s fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back. “Again.” Mom dove down, taking me to the base this time, her nose pressed against my stomach. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gagged once before relaxing, throat opening around me. Jen grinned, grinding her palm against Mom’s clit through her soaked panties. “Fuck, look at you,” I groaned, hips jerking forward. Jen’s other hand tightened, forcing Mom to hold still as I thrust shallowly into her mouth. “She loves it,” Jen murmured, watching saliva slick my shaft. “Bet she’s soaked just from this.” Mom whimpered around me, her hips rocking against Jen’s hand, her thighs trembling. Jen dragged her tongue along the shell of Mom’s ear. “You gonna come just from sucking his cock?” Mom’s moan was muffled, her fingers digging into my skin as Jen’s fingers pressed harder, faster— Then the door slammed open. We froze. A voice, sharp with disbelief: “What the *fuck*?”

The Latina woman stood frozen in the doorway, her dark eyes widening as she took in the scene—Mom on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, Jen’s fingers working between her thighs. A mop clattered to the floor beside her. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then the woman’s gaze flicked from Mom’s flushed face to Jen’s possessive grip, then down to my twitching shaft, still glistening with spit. Her plump lips parted, a sharp inhale catching in her throat. Jen recovered first. She didn’t let go of Mom’s hair, just tilted her head, voice dripping challenge. "You gonna join or keep staring?" The woman’s breath hitched. Her curvy hips shifted, tight uniform clinging to every dip and swell. "Dios mío," she muttered, but she didn’t leave. Mom pulled off me with a wet gasp, chest heaving. "Maria—" Maria licked her lips, eyes locked on my cock. "You pay extra for this?" Jen laughed, low and dark. "We pay *better*." Maria stepped forward, kicking the door shut behind her.

Maria stripped her clothes of immediately showing her big tits and then to everyone’s surprise a 10 inch cock

Maria’s uniform hit the floor in one smooth motion, revealing full, heavy tits tipped with dark, stiff nipples. She didn’t hesitate—just stepped closer, her thick thighs brushing against Mom’s trembling shoulder. Then Jen’s smirk faltered as Maria’s hand slid down her toned stomach, past the curve of her hips, and wrapped around the thick, uncut cock jutting from between her legs. *"Mierda,"* Mom breathed, eyes locked on the veined shaft, already slick at the tip. Jen recovered fast, her grip tightening in Mom’s hair. “Well,” she purred, “this just got *way* more interesting.” Maria stroked herself slowly, thumb swiping over the flushed head. “You still paying better?” I couldn’t speak, too busy staring at the way her cock twitched in her hand. Jen dragged Mom back by her hair, forcing her to look up at Maria. “Cleanup just became *hands-on*.” Maria grinned, stepping forward until the fat head of her cock tapped Mom’s parted lips. “Open.”

Before my mom can start sucking Maria I push her towards Jen and take hold of Maria cock and start licking the head and down the long shaft mon and Jen are stunned Jen says good boy bitch suck that cock and mom rips Jens top off and starts sucking her tits

I shoved Mom toward Jen and dropped to my knees, gripping Maria’s thick shaft with both hands. Her cock pulsed against my tongue as I dragged it from tip to base, tasting salt and pre-cum. A rough groan tore from her throat, her fingers knotting in my hair. “*Fuck*,” Jen hissed, watching me work before Mom yanked her top open, sending buttons flying. She buried her face between Jen’s tits, mouth clamping over a nipple, sucking hard. Jen arched with a sharp gasp, her hand fisting in Mom’s hair to keep her there. “Good boy,” Jen panted, her free hand sliding down to rub Mom’s clit through her panties. “Suck that cock like you mean it.” Maria thrust shallowly into my mouth, her breath ragged. “Deeper,” she ordered, tugging my head forward. I obeyed, throat stretching around her girth, gagging as she pushed in. Mom moaned around Jen’s tit, fingers digging into Jen’s hips as Jen’s touch turned relentless.

Maria moans to my mom look at your bitch son suck my cock, Jen I bet you didn’t know your ex was a cock sucker Jen’s and moms eyes are glued to watch me suck Maria’s big cock

Maria let out a throaty moan, her hips jerking forward as my lips stretched around her shaft. "Fuck, *look* at your son," she taunted my mom between ragged breaths. "Takes dick like a natural." Jen's grip tightened in Mom's hair, forcing her to watch. "Had no idea your ex was such a greedy little slut," she smirked, grinding her thigh against Mom's soaked panties. Mom whimpered, her lips still wrapped around Jen's nipple, eyes locked on the way my throat bulged with Maria's cock. Saliva dripped down my chin as I pulled back just to swallow her down again, my own hips rocking against nothing, desperate for friction. Maria's laugh was dark, rough. "Bet he's imagining Jen's pussy right now—*aren't* you?" She yanked my head back just enough to let me gasp before slamming in again. Jen’s fingers twisted in Mom's hair, her other hand sliding under her skirt. "Fuck, I can *feel* how wet you are," she hissed. Mom just moaned—too wrecked to speak.

Jen licked her wet finger tasting my mothers nectar Maria kept fucking my mother like it was a cunt both Jen anc my mother got completely naked and watched with wanting eyes filled with pure lust

Jen dragged her wet fingers from Mom’s soaked panties and brought them to her lips, tongue swirling around them with a pleased hum. "Mmm, sweet," she purred, before shoving Mom’s panties down her thighs. Maria didn’t hesitate—she hauled Mom up by the hips, spun her around, and yanked her against her own naked body. Mom gasped as Maria’s thick cock slid between her thighs, grinding against her swollen lips without entering. "Fuck her," Jen demanded, stripping off her own clothes in quick, impatient motions. She palmed her tits, thumbing her nipples as she watched. Maria’s grip on Mom’s waist tightened. "Tell me you want it," she growled, dragging the head of her cock through Mom’s slick folds. Mom shuddered, eyes locked on Jen’s naked body. "Yes—*please*—" With a sharp thrust, Maria buried herself to the hilt. Mom’s scream tore through the room, her back arching as Jen leaned in, capturing her mouth in a filthy, biting kiss. I could only watch, jaw slack, as their bodies moved together—wet, desperate, *hungry*.

Maria’s hips pistoned forward, slamming into Mom with brutal precision, each thrust forcing another choked cry from her lips. Jen’s fingers tangled in her own hair, tugging at the roots as she watched Mom’s body jolt with every drive of Maria’s cock. "Look at her fucking *take* it," Jen breathed, dropping to her knees and pressing her mouth to Mom’s clit in a hard, sucking kiss. Mom’s thighs trembled, her moans muffled against Jen’s shoulder as Maria’s pace turned punishing. I crawled closer, my own arousal unbearable now. Jen’s eyes flicked up, locking onto mine as she pulled back just enough to drag her tongue along Mom’s slit. "You want in?" she taunted, before yanking me forward by the hair, forcing my face between Mom’s spread legs. The taste of her—sweat, slick, *need*—flooded my mouth as Jen guided my tongue in rough circles. Above me, Maria’s thrusts grew erratic, her grip bruising as she fucked Mom toward the edge. Jen’s laughter was low, dark. "Better make her come before Maria ruins her."

Here's the rewritten section: Jen dragged her mouth from mine with a filthy smirk, her hand sliding down my stomach until her fingers wrapped around my cock. The moment her lips closed over the head, I groaned, my tongue still working Mom’s clit in desperate circles. Above us, Maria’s thrusts never slowed—each snap of her hips buried her deeper into Mom’s ass, making her cry out. Jen hollowed her cheeks around me, sucking hard as Mom’s slick coated my chin. The combination was overwhelming: Jen’s hot mouth, Mom’s trembling thighs, Maria’s relentless pace. Mom’s fingers tangled in my hair, forcing me closer as Jen took me deeper. I could feel the way Maria stretched her, could hear the wet slap of skin as Mom’s moans climbed higher. Jen pulled off with a pop, her thumb swiping over my leaking tip. “You gonna come while your mom gets wrecked?” she taunted, before swallowing me down again, her throat flexing. I didn’t answer—couldn’t. Not when Mom’s pussy clenched under my tongue, her hips jerking as Maria fucked her raw. Jen’s nails dug into my thighs, urging me closer to the edge as the room filled with the sounds of skin and sweat and surrender.