“Oh my god… my sweet boys… please…” she whimpered. “Please take me, please…”
While Curt was still attempting to parse what she’d just said — he was more than a little distracted — Tyler was already in action. He slid off the couch and pulled his mother along with him, coaxing her into a kneeling position in front of Curt. Donna’s head was in Curt’s lap, her elbows resting on the couch, as Tyler positioned himself behind her.
Looking up at him with her large brown eyes, Curt’s mother took his cock in her hand, squeezing it, and he felt a thrill surge up his spine. Deliberately holding his gaze, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, waiting for him to take control. Following her cue, he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward, pushing his cock into her mouth.
Donna moaned softly as she took him in, and then her moan became a loud, muffled exclamation as Tyler entered her from behind, his hands on the swell of her hips. Curt felt his mother’s entire body quiver, watched as her eyes squeezed shut as if she were in agony. The sight of her ecstasy aroused him further, and he buried his fingers in her hair and pushed his cock further into her mouth as Tyler fucked her from behind.
The minutes stretched out, the only sound in the room their heavy breathing, Tyler’s low grunts, his mother’s high-pitched whimpers. Curt felt himself nearing orgasm, and struggled to last a little longer, madly reciting incorrect multiplication table in his head. His mother, apparently sensing his condition, pulled back with a deep breath, gasping happily as his cock slid out of her mouth.
“Oh my sweet, beautiful boys,” she gasped. “Oh god, Tyler, I’m…” she tensed and gave a high-pitched shriek, and Curt knew that she had just orgasmed. Instead of stopping, Tyler fucked her harder, and Curt watched as she came again, her mouth wide open in complete abandon, her fist closing almost painfully on his cock as her body convulsed in pleasure.
“Oh my god… oh, sweethearts… Tyler, stop for a second, please…”
Breathing heavily, Tyler leaned back and slipped out of her. Brother and mother moaned together as they separated. She sagged, her breasts dangling as she tried to regain her composure.
“What…?” Tyler asked, gasping for breath. His entire body was covered in sweat.
“I want you two to do something for me,” she said, rising up on her knees.
“What is it?” Curt asked.
“I want you two to…” she laughed, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was asking for. “I want you to make a mess out of me. I want you to come on me. All over me. Please?”
Tyler gaped at his mother in disbelief for a moment, then barked a soft laugh. “Holy shit,” he said. He glanced at Curt, who nodded his assent. The two of them picked her up and deposited her on the end of the couch, then stood over her, side by side.
She looked up at the both of them, smiling. “My boys,” she said, and then took Tyler in her mouth again. Tyler groaned and took her head in his hands, his fingers disappearing into the curls of her hair. He began to thrust into her mouth, gently at first, then harder and faster, until he was fucking her mouth. The harder he went, the more she seemed to like it, and she braced her hands against his legs, her eyes shut tight.
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