Having experienced Garrett’s special ability to pack a woman to overflowing, Kristen angrily envied the mewling girl. However, the knowledge that so much of her son’s endowment was wasted on the little waif brought a dark revel to her heart; only a mother could take all of her baby boy.
“Gahh- RETT! Aaah!! Yo- you’re gonna… make meeeee…”the adult girl squeaked, her small hands clutching her lover’s massive arms.
“I know. Just let go,” Garrett muttered.
Kristen knew her son was no stranger to a woman’s impending orgasm. She watched with wide eyes as her ex-lover continued his steadfast trouncing until the teen beneath him screamed piteously, clawed at her tormentor’s back, and flexed her toes.
Garrett withdrew, the suction from the removal of his mighty scepter causing the ravaged girl’s pussy to evict a quantity of fluid that soaked the bed. Although transfixed by the pulsating monster dangling menacingly from between her son’s legs, Kristen retreated from the doorway to maintain her cover.
“A- mazingg,” she heard the girl croak.
“Get on your knees,” Garrett commanded coolly.
“Wha- again?”
“Yeah, I haven’t come yet.”
“But… what about your mom?”
“She’s gonna hang out with her friends until the afternoon. We’ll hear the garage door, so stop worrying.”
Still on her back, she panted heavily, “Wanna rest for a bit?”
“No.”
Kristen listened to the bed creak as her son ignored the girl’s reservations and easily flipped her over. As her son’s grunts and the breathless schoolgirl’s squeals began anew, Kristen realized that her panties were saturated and that her belly was on fire – she was more aroused now than she had been in weeks.
A short while later, Garrett cursed loudly as he heard the garage door open. He released the Emily’s hair and sweaty ass from his firm grip and withdrew.
She whimpered disapprovingly, looking back and arching her sweaty back, “No… baby… I’m so close… pleasee…”
Garrett was in no mood for commiseration as he threw the disappointingly empty condom into the waste basket. Ever since his mother had unceremoniously put an end to their assignations, his aching cock had gone unrelieved in weeks. Unfortunately, thanks to his mother’s overzealous tutelage, masturbation was no longer a worthy opponent for his stamina. When he’d finally gotten Emily Bonnett into bed, he was sure that he’d found relief, but her inexperienced pussy was no match for the maternal vaginal gymnastics to which he was accustomed; the short bouts in Emily’s teenage bedroom while her mother visited neighbors always left him blue-balled. Realizing that he’d finally have an empty house for hours, he had planned to plow the tight little teen uninterrupted until he was satisfied; this unexpected interruption irked him to no end.
Whilst pulling on his shorts, he snapped, “My mom’s already here. Get dressed.”
Terrified of Mrs. Bunker, Emily yelped and frantically began dressing.
Soon, the couple descended the stairs together to meet Kristen. Despite their casual attitude and state of full dress, the teens were implicated in their peccadillo by their shiny bodies and disheveled clothes.