“Holy shit,” Curt said, and she looked over at him.
“Curt, get those dirty clothes off,” she said in the motherly tone he knew so well, still stroking Tyler’s cock. Apparently she was over her shock and seeking to reassert her control over the situation. “Mother will be with you in just a moment.”
Then, without further preamble, she opened her mouth and took Tyler’s cock in her mouth. Tyler groaned, putting his hands on her shoulders, looking down at his mother as she sucked his cock. She worked him slowly but with enthusiasm and skill, pausing every few moments to use her tongue, swirling it around the head and licking up and down the shaft.
Curt slowly got out of his clothes, unable to take his eyes on what was happening — mostly looking at his mother; the swell of her breasts, the droplets of sweat on her skin, the damp curls of her hair touching the bare flesh of her shoulders, the redness of her mouth.
“Oh god,” Tyler said, his eyes squeezed shut. “Mom…”
“You like that, sweetheart?” Donna asked, grinning up at him. “Is this the game you wanted to play?”
“Yes,” he said, nodding slowly.
“You didn’t think I could play it this well, did you, honey?” Donna said. Before Tyler could answer, she swallowed him down again, drawing a deep groan from him as she cupped his balls in her hands. He swayed and nearly fell over.
“I-I think I need to sit down,” he managed at last.
Donna drew back, his cock popping out of her mouth. “My poor boy,” she said. “Okay, you can take a break.” She pushed him back gently, and he all but collapsed into the couch.
Donna turned toward Curt and beckoned with one finger. “Your turn. Come take your medicine, honey.”
Curt grinned, his heart trip-hammering in his chest at the very sight of her and the raw carnality of what was happening — but he had other plans in mind.
“No, Mom, I think it’s your turn to take your medicine,” he said, and reached down to take her by the shoulders. He pulled her to her feet and then pushed her onto the couch next to Tyler. Her breasts bounced as she landed, and she looked up at him with cheerful indignation.
Quickly, he sat down on the couch next to her and kissed her passionately, cupping a hand over her breast, savoring the feel of her flesh. Their tongues twined, and she moaned as she leaned into him.
“So aggressive,” she said when they broke the kiss, smiling. Instead of answering, he put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back against the couch. He lowered his mouth to her breast and began to flick his tongue across her left nipple. Her reaction was instantaneous; her back arched and she thrust her breast toward him, her hand going to the back of his neck and pulling his head in. He closed his mouth around her nipple, then as much of her breast as he could, and her breath quickened, her body tensed.
After watching this for a few moments, Tyler leaned over and took her other breast in his mouth, licking and sucking at her right nipple. Donna’s gasps became loud moans as she put her arms around both of them and pulled them close, her whole body quivering.
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