“Mom, let’s do the double flicker,” Amanda said brightly. “I love that one!”
I smiled and as each of us held the bottom half of his cock in our hands, we fluttered our tongues rapidly at the head, particularly the sensitive back of the head, a flickering maneuver that no man can withstand. The boy groaned and twitched as we worked the double flicker, his cock head oozing huge streams of pre-cum that we hungrily gobbled down, sharing some on our flickering tongues before resuming our duties.
“He’s gonna blow,” Amanda said excitedly as she clutched his balls. “I feel his balls doing that tightening thing!!”
“You take half, I’ll take half and we’ll swap,” I moaned.
The kid started to shoot just as Amanda popped the enormous head into her sucking mouth, eyes bulging wide at the force and volume of the blast. We pumped his cock in our hands now and 30 seconds later, Amanda was still sucking on his knob like a hungry dog.
“Amanda, c’mon, share, he’s gonna stop coming and Momma won’t get any hot cream!” I protested.
Amanda pulled her mouth off his dick and slipped it into mine. Incredibly, he kept coming as hard as any man has ever come in my mouth, one pumping jizz jet after another, another full 30 seconds of spunk production that had my cheeks at the bursting point by the time he stopped. I looked at Amanda; her eyes were wide as were her cheeks. She couldn’t hold anymore cum in her pretty mouth if she wanted to.
I hurriedly took my top off and unbuttoned Amanda’s, not wanting to make a mess with the snowball party we were about to unleash. Standing face to face and tits to tits, we mashed our mouths together and force-fed each other the biggest load of spew either of us had ever held in our mouths. Seeming gallons of cream shot back and forth between us, our faces were totally soaked and rivers of still-hot boy sauce streamed down our chins, necks and coated our heaving chests which we rubbed together with such intensity it burned our flesh. WE french kissed with the sleeping stud’s cum for a full three minutes, stepping back to look at each other soaked forehead to bellybutton in joy juice, each of us shuddering in orgasm as we did.
“Fuck, that was THE most intense cum ever, Mom!” Amanda squealed.
“Me, too, honey,” I groaned. “Let’s get back to the hotel and eat each other’s cunts and asses all fucking night long!”
“You’re on!” Amanda laughed.
“M….Mom?? A…Amanda??” we heard the boy say, who was now sitting up in bed.
We turned and gasped. It was Bobby. He’d evidently gotten shitfaced and fell asleep in the wrong room.
“Holy fuck,” Amanda said.
“Holy fuck squared,” I said, looking nervously at my son, his enormous pecker creAmanda with his cum laying against his hard thigh.
“Holy fuck to the nth degree,” he said, looking at Amanda then at me, eyeing us up and down coated with his juice.
“Honey, I can explain,” I started to say. “Well, no I can’t. Look, Amanda and I just sucked our way through all the sleeping boys in the frat house and we had no idea that was you in here.”